At One's Pleasure
Authors: Kelly Lucille
At Ones Pleasure
By Kelly Lucille
Text Copyright © 2013 Kelly Lucille
All Rights Reserved
She walked
in the doors of the swanky boutique and wanted to walk right back out again, even
if it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Considering how plush and expensive
the hotel was on the
private island
where the shop was located, it
should probably not be a surprise that it looked like a very expensive lingerie
shop. Like a unisex Victoria Secret, complete with his and her sections.
There was even a willowy blonde in a short skirt to make you self-conscious
about your weight.
Course there
were many things you would never see at Victoria Secret. Like the multi color,
multi use vibrators and dildos in a wide range of colors and flavors. All
tastefully displayed and backlit with subdued lighting.
Wow.
Well
at least she should have no problems finding everything on the list for the
bachelorette party. She studiously avoided making eye contact with anyone
while she perused the embarrassing list.
Edible
underwear? Why?
If this
little trip to the land of hedonistic pleasure wasn't enough to get the mind on
all things sex, there was the hot guy in board shorts and nothing else, looking
over the condom display. No shirt, no shoes, no problem apparently, even at a
luxury resort.
How very bohemian.
But then
this was “
A Bene Placito
” An exotic adult’s only hotel on a private
island in the middle of the freakin' Caribbean. There should be some perks,
eye candy definitely being one. Her room for a weekend had cost the same as a month’s
rent back home, and that was at the wedding party discount rate. Perks were
definitely welcome.
She looked
away before he could catch her drooling. There were other things to see after
all.
The back
wall of feathers, whips, and paddles, was certainly different.
“Wow.” That
one word seemed all she was capable of at present. Becca tried hard not to
look as out of place and uncomfortable as she felt, but she had an overwhelming
urge to laugh at the paraphernalia of sex that surrounded her.
Lord, was
she in the wrong place. B
ut then she’d been feeling like that since she
met the rest of the bridal party. Like a small brown sparrow in the midst of a
bunch of snobby twittering swans.
“Can I help
you find something?” The voice was deep and faintly rough, like silk over sand
paper and she shivered even as she turned. She came face to chest with smooth,
lightly furred, sun worshipped skin over chiseled pecks. Board shorts guy.
Crap, had he felt her staring at his butt? She was close enough that his long
hair tickled her nose. Golden, like the rest of him, with a slight curl.
I guess
when you have the body of a Greek god you don’t worry too much about girly
hair.
It definitely didn’t detract from his manly essence, at all.
She realized
she was staring and stepped back hurriedly, then had to twist and grab for a
tumbling stack of boxes she knocked with her flailing elbow. His hands came
around her to help and she froze with boxes of edible underwear clasped in her
arms and a muscled stranger pressed against her side. He was wearing his
trunks low on slim hips but pressed as she was with her arm wedged against rock
hard abs he
felt
naked.
“Well,” she
said. Knowing from the heat in her cheeks that her blush had to be neon pink.
“This is embarrassing.” She was really starting to think agreeing to be in the
wedding had been a mistake.
She had
barely stepped off the islands helicopter when the maid of honor had looked her
up and down with condescension and given her a list of items needed for the
bachelorette party. She had thought about protesting the job delegation but
everyone else seemed to be fast friends so she let it go. She would rather not
spend the day blowing up balloon penises with haughty Rachelle and the rest
anyway so finding the hotels “pleasure boutique” and buying a boatload of sex
aids was a small price to pay.
At least it
had seemed that way before she took out the strawberry banana and mint chip
underwear display in front of a half-naked Adonis. She placed the boxes down
as carefully as she could trying not to knock over any more and telling herself
that this too shall pass.
“I think
we’re okay, if you want to let go.” She tried to ignore how good it felt to be
held in strong arms. He smelled amazing, spicy, and all male. Her nipples
beaded even as she had the thought. She felt a curious shifting in her nether
regions.
Ah, so this is what real lust feels like. Interesting
“What if I
don’t want to let go?” He said it with a teasing lilt to his voice even as his
arms started to loosen. Just when she was going to slip away from him, he
froze, his whole body tightening against her. He bent down and sniffed, and
then she could swear he growled.
Before she
could form a protest, he pulled her closer against his hard body so that she
was completely cocooned in his warmth and scent. He pressed his face right
against her shoulder where it met her neck and breathed deep. His scent
intensified until it wrapped around her completely. She gasped, feeling her
nipples tighten further until they were a painful ache that rivaled the one
forming between her thighs.
What the
hell is that? Okay, so
this
is what real lust feels like.
She could
actually feel the blood surging like a separate heart beat to her pussy. She
froze; it was either that or mount a complete stranger in public. Not a good
idea and so-o not like her.
She lunged
to get out of his arms, no longer caring how much edible underwear hit the
floor. She was way too close to doing something monumentally embarrassing.
She got exactly nowhere because the man holding her refused to let go. All she
managed to do was turn her back on him so that when he pulled her up and off
the floor, she was pressed back against all that hard hot flesh. Even through
her t-shirt and shorts, she felt every hard ridge. Especially the one that was
even now growing against her butt.
Normally,
being lifted as if she weighed next to nothing would have been diverting, a
size two she was not. In this instance, the fact that he made her, with all
her abundant curves, feel tiny and helpless was further proof she was
experiencing an alternate universe. He was easily half a foot taller and all
of it muscle and male, and way out of her league. He didn’t seem to notice.
If he was
fighting the same waves of unadulterated lust as she was, she could understand
him sending the sales clerk running out of the store with a growled: “Leave
us.”
Rebecca’s
breathless, and last ditch, “No, don’t leave,” was too little too late. Just
like that, she was alone with him. He was growling while he nuzzled the back
of her neck, and his scent was driving her crazy. Like ocean, exotic spices
and man. He was pure sex to her senses. If she didn’t get out of his arms
soon she’d be begging him to take her against the freakin’ edible underwear
display.
Because of
that, her voice was breathless when she said. “Maybe we should think about
this.”
Instead, he
went to his knees so that she was sitting on his lap, her thighs on either side
of his. It opened her up so that his cock rested right against the pulse between
her legs. He ground up against that spot, making her writhe across his lap. Her
head tossed back against one broad shoulder, he braced her with one arm across
her body, holding both arms at her sides while, with his free hand, he pulled
the clip out of her hair. It tumbled over both of them in a rich chestnut
cascade. His hand wrapped around the hair and yanked her head to the side
bringing a needy whimper to her lips. She hated that the sound had come from
her and it briefly brought her to her senses.
“Wait...”
Before she could get out a whole sentence, he licked her from shoulder to ear
in one luscious lick. She shuddered from her toes to the tips of her hair.
She swallowed hard and then tried again to get past the lust swamping her along
with his scent and heat. He bit down right where her shoulder met her neck and
the feel of his teeth clamping down hard enough to draw blood just there was
enough to end all higher brain function.
She no
longer cared that she was an almost virgin on the floor of a fancy sex shop in
the arms of a strange man. Suddenly she was all skin and writhing, screaming
nerves. All she wanted was to roll around on him until she was covered in his
scent inside and out. She lost her t-shirt and bra but that was okay because
his hands were claiming her breasts as if it was his right. She felt his teeth
scrape against the back of her shoulder as he pressed his face there and
shuddered.
He leaned
forward and she found herself on her hands and knees with his hands at the button
of her shorts. Losing her shorts and panties was shocking enough that it might
have brought her back to her senses but then he spread her thighs with his face
so he could devour the sweet cream sliding from the heat of her.
Her front
dropped to the ground when her arms could no longer support her and it was only
his hands at her hips that held her to her knees. He left no spot of her pussy
undiscovered, seemingly insatiable to catch all of her cream. She screamed
into the hardwood floor when he sucked her clit and then tongue fucked her over
the edge of her first real orgasm.
She was
still gasping for breath when she felt something harder and infinitely bigger
pressing against her newly swollen and sensitive pussy. She came again when he
thrust himself inside. He was almost too big, growling and grunting until he
had his cock fully embedded.
“Mine,” he
growled out in a voice barely recognizable as human. Then he stopped, lying
over her back until he had her completely covered inside and out. She lay
there, once again inundated by his wild scent. She felt her body melt,
accepting him against every sane thought that should have been in her head.
It scared
her, that thoughtless acceptance, but then he was moving, the panic forgotten
as the pleasure mounted inside her. He pulled out slowly and thrust back
growling, “Mine” with every hard thrust until she thought she would die of the
pleasure building inside her.
“Come for
me.” He growled into her ear right before he found that spot on her shoulder
and bit down again. She came screaming, writhing in his arms. He followed
quickly thrusting with a vengeance until she felt him empty heat deep inside
her and amazingly enough she came again clamping down on his cock as if she
would milk him of every fiery drop.
***
This would
be a good day to be able to curse naturally, but she had never developed the
knack so
Oh, crap
, was all that she was capable of
,
along with an
Ay Carumba, that was hot.
Not so frigid as her one and only boyfriend
had accused.
At least
this put that worry to rest. Three orgasms, that’s right, three. Proven right
finally, hah, he
had
just been a bad lay.
The selfish bastard.
Maybe I should send him a postcard.
Now she just had to get through the
embarrassing ‘walk of shame.’
Her mystery
man rolled behind her then pulled her up for a sweaty cuddle, which brought her
back to her present predicament. She could feel he was still hard and pressed
against her ass. It made her nervous about sudden movements. He had come; she
knew he had, because she could feel his seed seeping out against her thighs.
Which meant that she not only had her first Orgasm at the ripe age of 34 with a
strange man on the floor of the “Pleasure Boutique,” she’d also had unprotected
sex with said stranger, about two feet from a display of condoms in all sizes
and colors of the rainbow.
Pregnant? Why not. Could it get any worse?
She heard the door swish open.
“Someone
want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
At the
strange voice, the man plastered to her back tensed. She didn’t want to look,
she really didn’t, but she looked anyway and was faced with not one but two
utterly beautiful men.
Wow.
They look seriously pissed.
One had on
the uniform of the hotel, khaki shorts, and sky blue polo shirt. The other
one, the one who had spoken, was in a pair of trousers and a button up shirt
that had to have been custom made for his wide shoulders. He was the bigger of
the two probably topping six foot five with the build of a ripped lumberjack.
He also had black hair tied back in a queue while the man behind him was a few
inches shorter with short brown hair and a lithe body with smoother less bulky
muscles.
Her stranger
stood up with a brief kiss to her hair that made Becca feel at least a teensy
bit less like a tramp. He swiped up her scattered clothes and handed them
over. He stood there naked, blocking the view, while she slipped them on as
fast as she could. Not that they could possibly have missed anything, but she
appreciated the thought.
She managed
to pull on everything but her flip-flops before she turned and faced his very
naked, perfect ass just as he was covering it back up. No underwear, somehow
not surprising. He had barely gotten his shorts back on when the dark haired one
seemed to lose patience.
“You
couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to find a damn empty room?”
She winced
at the tone as she debated hiding behind said perfect ass or facing the music.
She stepped around until she was no longer hidden from view, every movement
making her ache in places she had never hurt before. She was leaking cum, and
no doubt spotting blood from the harsh pounding she had taken. Her hair was
probably a rat’s nest down her back and she was ready to cry from sheer
embarrassment. However, she was no coward so she held her chin up high and
faced them down. As much as she could without meeting anybody's eyes.