The Bikini Diaries (13 page)

should
be starting to feel selfish, but she simply wasn't. Somehow she knew he'd make it right in the end. At the moment, she was still basking in the simple yet profound pleasure of
experiencing
this, experiencing things with him she'd never even thought about before—letting her body respond favorably, and her mind, too.

"Ah, God," he groaned, then used his hand to withdraw his length from the tunnel her breasts had created. "I'm gonna come," he growled. "Keep pushing your tits together."

So she did, watching as he aimed his dick downward, toward them, and she wasn't

surprised when the bursts of white semen arced geyserlike across her breasts, but she

flinched anyway— from the sensation—and lay amazed at how erotically beautiful she

thought the evidence of his orgasm looked decorating the part of her body that had taken him there. Three, no, four hot shots of it, Brandon moaning his release—and then he

replaced her hands with his, firmly massaging, rubbing it into her skin just like the

sunscreen earlier today.

He held his index finger to her mouth and said, "Taste me."

As soon as she did, she instantly wanted more, so she reached for his nearby cock

instead, pulling it into her mouth and sucking him dry. She tasted only a little more of him—sweet, odd, salty—but the sensation left her even more aroused than she'd already

been.

"You are
amazing,
bunny," he told her, the first hint of a smile she'd seen in a while beginning to make its way onto his handsome face.

"Lie down with me," she said.

Now that he'd come, he'd stopped being so "in charge" and did as she asked, leaning over to kiss her sweetly.

And that was when it hit her.
No condom.
Out on the balcony. They hadn't used a condom. "No condom," she said suddenly without preamble.

He looked just as surprised as she suddenly felt, his gaze going wide. His eyes fell shut with regret. "Damn it. I'm sorry, bunny. I don't know what I was thinking."

"That you had to get inside me before you erupted?"

He sighed. "Something like that. But I'm usually a lot more careful."

"Well, that's reassuring." She meant it wholeheartedly. God only knew how many women he'd been with, but she was betting on a high number.

"What about you?" he asked. 'Are you usually careful?"

I usually don't have much sex. At least not lately.
But when she Jua.." Yeah I am."

Next to her, he sighed in relief. "Then maybe this isn't a disaster of epic proportions."

"I guess not," she agreed. 'As long as"—she connected her gaze to his on the pillow next to her—"you're
sure
you've been careful."

"Scout's honor," he said, lifting two fingers and making her laugh at the very idea that he'd ever been a Boy Scout.

"Because I'm guessing I'm not the only bunny you've played beach blanket bingo with."

A confirming even if slightly sheepish smile graced his face. "But you're the only one who's kept me battling a raging hard-on all damn day."

Good to know. Not that it mattered. "Your own fault," she pointed out. "You were the one who wanted to fool around where we couldn't really fool around. And you were the

one who chose not to sensibly take care of it in the shower like I did."

He raised his eyebrows pointedly. 'Are you trying to make me hard
again,
bunny?

Reminding me of the whole shower thing and your dirty little fantasy.
Damn."

"Sorry," she said, not feeling very sorry. "But yeah, I actually wouldn't mind it. I mean, uh..."

This time he gave her a full-blown smile. "Don't worry, I'm well aware that I owe you an orgasm or two. You've been very generous and I intend to return the favor."

"Good," she said. "How?"

He laughed, then made a tsking noise. "Patience, patience, my naughty beach bunny."

"Easy for
you
to say, after coming twice."

He shrugged. "True. But you'll just have to trust me." And with that, he sat up and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom," he said. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

As if.
He couldn't have
paid
her to leave his bed at the moment. Not just because she was so turned on, but because there was something about him—something about them

together.
She'd wanted to see if she could be sexy enough to catch a guy like him. But now it was about much more than that. She'd known sex with a hot guy who truly

aroused her on sight would be great, but sex with Brandon surpassed all she had

imagined. Sex with Brandon was continuing to broaden her horizons, take her speeding

around that Monopoly board again and again until she was almost dizzy. And she wanted

to get dizzier still.

As she lay on her back, looking around the expansive space, she found herself wondering

once more—just how much money did Brandon
have?
It didn't matter, for various

reasons, but seeing his home confirmed that he had to be uberwealthy. Beachfront

property was expensive
enough
—but a penthouse condo in a gorgeous building nestled by the beach in a swank resort? She couldn't even begin to estimate the price tag—

although given her duties this week, she could probably nose around and find out if she

wanted to.

She couldn't help thinking he was charmed. Just like White Bikini Babe. People like them simply just didn't know what it was like to be average, to lead an average life. Not that she held it against him. But the realization made it seem all the more surreal to suddenly be a part of his world. Even if it
was
only temporary.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

Her eyes had fallen shut, but at this she opened them and smiled. His words reminded

her—she really
had
pulled it off, hadn't she? Even without the bikini or the sexy dress, he thought she was hot. It remained beyond amazing to find out a guy like him found her

"worthy." Lying naked among his rumpled white sheets—high-end Egyptian cotton if she wasn't mistaken—with her arms flung sensually up over her head, she'd never felt more

beautiful.

"Yes," she heard herself say. Not out of arrogance, but simply because she believed it now. If he thought she was gorgeous, it must be so.

"Good," he said, lowering himself back to the bed. "A woman as beautiful as you should know it."

No way would she ever tell him that a few days ago she
hadn't,
that it was only because of him that she'd come to understand it. She wanted him to keep thinking of her the way

she thought of White Bikini Babe—he wanted her to think she'd always been this

confident,
this
exciting.

He'd situated himself farther down the bed than where she lay, and he slid one hand

behind her calf, the other beneath her bare foot, lifting it to his mouth for a kiss. The ministration skittered up her thigh, straight to her cunt, reminding her that he'd also paid a bit of attention to her feet last night when they reached the beach, too.

"Mmm," she purred, then enjoyed watching—and feeling— as he began to kiss his way up the inside of her leg.

Soft kisses traveled up her calf and to the side of her knee—and since he now sat between her legs, they'd naturally parted. As he lowered another kiss to her sensitive skin, his gaze dropped to her slit. "I love that you shave your pussy," he murmured.

She bit her lip, very aware of his eyes on her there, and her voice came out sounding airy, dreamy—from pleasure, she supposed. "Not a fan of pubic hair, huh?"

He chuckled gently. "I have nothing against it, but I like being able to see every bit of your pretty cunt."

His words left her a little breathless. Not to mention wet. And very glad she'd

experimented with shaving.

As he kissed his way closer to her pussy, it tingled, heavy, hungry. And maybe it should have made her feel... dehumanized or something that he kept his eyes so focused on it,

but it didn't. Instead, it made her... a porn star. The porn star she could never be. And didn't really
want
to be—but it was just one more way of being desired, of becoming a wholly sexual creature for a night. Or two, as the case was.

His first kiss on her most tender flesh landed to the left of her slit, on the pale skin she'd bared. He kept his eyes open as he placed a kiss on the other side, too, not looking up at her face, but directly at her cunt. She instinctively found herself parting her legs even wider, as wide as she could.
Look at me.
She wanted him to think she was as beautiful there as he did everywhere else, since it was a part of her, after all. An
important
part, now that she thought about it.

He explored her with his fingers, as well, gentle touches at first, running a fingertip along the rim of her pussy, then using two fingers to tease and stroke the pink lips within. He gently pinched and rubbed her clit, making her whimper as he touched his tongue to her

below.

Soon he pushed two fingers inside her moist passageway, using his other hand to hold her open as he delivered short, soft licks to her swollen clit—and through all of it, he studied his work, kept his eyes on her cunt as if he were a scientist conducting an important

experiment or an archaeologist exploring a newly discovered artifact. She'd never been

touched or licked so meticulously.

"Lie back and close your eyes, bunny," he said. She'd propped herself on her elbows to watch him... watching her.

She hesitated. Then remembered that with Brandon, her temporary dream lover, she held

nothing back. Because there were no real consequences to honesty. "Maybe I like to

watch."

He lifted a grin to her eyes. "Then we have that in common. But I need you to relax."

She raised her eyebrows. "You sound like a doctor about to perform some unpleasant

medical procedure."

He let out a laugh. "Don't worry, baby—I never want to hurt you. Only pleasure you.

Now be a good girl and lie back and relax for me."

True enough, the man knew how to bring her pleasure. He knew how to bring pleasure

through means she'd never imagined could
be
so pleasurable. So she lay back and closed her eyes.

She felt his fingers sliding in her moisture, thrusting all the way in. She felt his licks and kisses at her cllt, which made her squirm and sigh and begin to undulate rhythmically,

meeting both types of delicious pressure. And then she felt... God, something big and

hard, pressing where his fingers had just been, opening her wider. "Oh..." she moaned.

She'd have thought it was his cock, but she could still feel his breath on the flesh between her legs, so that was impossible.

As it began to enter her, she opened her eyes and propped up again. "What is that?" She strained to see what he held in his hand. Was it a ... ?

"A
cucumber," he replied as if it were a totally normal answer.

She blinked. She'd totally missed him carrying that back to the bed with him. "Why do you have a cucumber?"

He raised his gaze from her cunt to her face. "Because I like to slice them up and put them in salads. Why else?" Then he smiled. "Right now, I want to put it inside you."

Dear God. She sucked in her breath, taken aback. "Why?"

He let out one of his sexy little Brandon laughs. "Well, I'm guessing you don't have a vibrator on you at the moment—and I want to watch something go inside you. Something

bigger than my fingers. I want to watch your pussy take it, open for it, and close around it."

Holy crap. His words literally stole her breath. Even as they somehow made her pussy do

exactly what he wanted—open for it. She let out a light groan as he pushed the cucumber

deeper. "God." To her befuddlement, it felt... good.

Still on her elbows, she couldn't help watching again, this time more in amazement than

anything else. She'd heard the occasional joke about cucumbers and had once attended a

bachelorette party where one of the games had been to see who could put a condom on a

cucumber the fastest—but she'd never actually thought about putting one
inside
her, for God's sake. And yet, between her legs, Brandon thrust it firmly, driving it deeper and

making her moan again, and it filled her just as satisfyingly as any penis.

'Ah, bunny, your pussy looks so fucking hot like this."

A frisson of excitement swirled through her stomach, even as she heard herself saying,

"Still, it seems sort of..."

"What?" he asked, his gaze still planted squarely between her thighs, where her vagina swallowed a vegetable.

"Odd," she said.

Only then did he raise his eyes back to hers. "The word you're looking for is kinky. And I warned you last night—I
am
sometimes."

Kinky. Kinky
was
better than odd. Kinky was... kind of hot. And as that idea echoed through her, her pussy took the cucumber even deeper.

His low groan said he'd noticed, and he took the opportunity to begin moving it in and

out of her moisture. Her breath grew heavy as the sensation assailed her. Again, it was -

the same as a cock. The same, she supposed, as a vibrator, but she'd never owned one,

used one, because she'd always figured that if she needed to pleasure herself, her hand

would do, and it usually did. So she remained amazed that this felt so freaking good.

"Fuck it, bunny," he instructed her.

He wanted her to move against it, wanted to watch her pussy in action. She obeyed. She

tried simply to feel, to forget, but that part was harder. "I can't believe I'm deriving pleasure from a cucumber," she said on a heavy breath.

Her lover laughed. "You're not deriving pleasure from a cucumber," he informed her.

"You're deriving pleasure from me. But even if you
were
deriving pleasure from a cucumber, so what?" When she glanced down at him, he was flashing a wicked smile.