Afternoon Delight (2 page)

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Authors: Kayla Perrin

Tags: #Resorts, #Erotica, #Man-Woman Relationships, #African Americans, #Fiction

CHAPTER THREE

Trevor got a Scotch, while I opted for a strawberry daiquiri. After exchanging small talk for about ten minutes at the busy bar, Trevor leaned close and whispered in my ear, “This place is a bit crowded for me. What do you say we find a spot that’s quieter?”

I felt a frisson of heat as Trevor spoke, and in my heart I knew that this was it. The moment that if I said yes, I’d be saying yes to more than conversation on a quiet stretch of beach.

Did I want to take our flirtation to the next level? Make out with him somewhere? Fuck him? As much as I was tempted, reality could be nowhere near as exciting as fantasy.

And yet, something about Trevor—the sexual charge I felt just looking at him—made me certain that our time together would be nothing short of spectacular.

I placed a hand on his chest, trailed my fingers to his navel in a gesture meant to seduce. “Sure. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Trevor leaned forward and pressed his full lips against my cheek. Let them linger a beat. Anyone around us would think we were a couple. Then he took my hand and led the way, and within a couple minutes, we were at one of the outside beds I’d noticed when I’d originally made my way to the pool area with Dyanne. The four-poster bed was draped with a soft, cream-colored fabric that billowed in the gentle breeze. Trevor sat on the mattress first, then patted the spot beside him.

They say that a woman knows before a man does if they’ll end up in bed. But something told me that Trevor already had a pretty good idea that we’d be getting naked.

First, I placed my drink on the small table beside the bed. Then I eased myself down onto the mattress beside Trevor.

“So,” I said, a shuddery breath escaping me.

“So,” Trevor echoed.

A little nervous, I lowered my gaze. And that’s when I heard it. The moaning. I moved my eyes toward the hotel building, following the sound.

“Oh my God,” I uttered when I saw the couple. “Look at them.”

The couple was five stories high, toward the side of the building farthest from the beach and hotel’s heaviest traffic flow. Clearly the man and woman were fucking. The woman was wearing a dress, but her passionate moans and the way the man behind her was moving against her made it clear he was giving it to her from behind. The woman’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. One of the man’s hands roamed over the woman’s chest, squeezing her breasts, stroking the base of her throat. The woman gripped the balcony’s railing for support while her lover pounded into her pussy with fast and urgent strokes.

“Do you like that?” Trevor asked, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you like watching those two fucking for the world to see?”

I swallowed. And then I held my breath when Trevor’s hand went to my inner thigh. In the seconds it took me to start breathing again, I asked myself if I wanted this. Wanted him to stroke my skin. Stroke my pussy. Take off my clothes and fuck me the way the man was fucking his lover on the balcony.

“Yes,” I purred, not sure if I was responding to his question or the one I’d asked myself.

He made circles against my skin, inching his fingers up my thigh as he did. “Do you like that?”

“Yes…Yes, I do.”

I looked up at him, into eyes that were darkened with lust. His lips curled in a warm smile, the kind that alleviated any guilt over having sex with a stranger. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was going to avoid me for the rest of the week once he’d had a taste of my body. And that was important, because while I wasn’t interested in forever, I didn’t want to feel used.

I did, however, need to clear something up. “You’ve got your hand on my thigh,” I said, “and all I know about you is that you’re from New Jersey.”

“Do you want to know more than that?” he asked.

Translation: did it matter if he was a cop, a doctor, a lawyer, or a thug? Maybe the less I knew, the better.

“I do want to know if you’re married?” That was the one thing that mattered.

“Hell no,” Trevor said. “I got divorced two months ago, thank God. What about you?”

“I’m single,” I said, and for the first time didn’t feel the sting of Owen’s rejection as I said the words.

“Good,” Trevor said, still stroking my inner thigh. I glanced up at the balcony where the couple had been fucking, but they were no longer there.

Facing Trevor, I placed my hand on his. “Maybe all that matters is that you want me, and I want you.”

My answer seemed to please him, as his lips spread in a wide grin. God, I really loved his smile. The smile didn’t disappear, even as he lowered his face to mine.

I didn’t pull backward. Didn’t break our eye contact. The moment his mouth touched mine, I purred, all my pent-up passion reaching a peak. Trevor’s lips were warm, his tongue hot. It wasn’t an easy, let’s-get-to-know-each-other kiss. It was a deep, passionate, all-tongue kiss that I was certain had him hard.

It definitely had my juices flowing.

One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other skimmed the front of my bikini bottom. It was a light touch, and ever so brief, but it broke the dam of restraint inside of me. I gripped Trevor’s chest, pressing my fingernails into his skin. I twisted my tongue urgently with his.

He got bolder, stroking my clit up and down through my bikini. Then he pulled the fabric aside and touched me skin-to-skin.

“Oh, man,” he rasped. “You’re already wet. I’ll bet you’re a screamer.”

I sank my teeth into his neck. Not too hard that it would hurt, but hard enough to let him know I wanted wild sex. And lots of it.

“And you’re a nibbler.” That grin again. “Damn, I like that.”

I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over his chest, right above his nipple, before gently biting his flesh.

“You do that one more time and I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself. We might end up naked right here.”

The idea was exciting. Very much so. But I knew we couldn’t get naked outside, at least not in the middle of the day.

“Where do you want to go?” I whispered in his ear, the knowledge that I was turning him on empowering. I put both of my hands on his lower torso, feeling his powerful abs. He really did have a magnificent body.

“My brother’s probably in our room with Dyanne,” Trevor said.

“Then let’s head to mine.” My pussy was throbbing; I was ready to get laid.

Minutes later, we were upstairs. No sooner than the door was closed behind us, Trevor enveloped me in his arms and started to kiss me again. Though this time as we kissed, his hands moved over my breasts, something he had refrained from doing outside. He kneaded the fleshy mounds. Tweaked my nipples through the fabric of my bathing suit. My nipples hardened, and I moaned into his mouth.

I needed to be naked already. I reached for the fastener at the neck of my bikini and unclipped it. A raw, primal sound escaped Trevor’s throat as I lowered the material, letting my breasts fall free. He stared at me, his eyes seeming to study every detail of my naked breasts. His gaze was hot. Luscious. And then, groaning, he lowered his head and drew my left nipple into his mouth.

He suckled me slowly at first, his tongue trilling over my nipple. He gradually picked up speed, his teeth grazing, his lips pulling. Crying out from the pleasure, I gripped his shoulders for support. His eyes met mine as he moved his head to my other breast. I watched his mouth open. Watched his tongue protrude. Watched it cover my nipple. Watched my nipple disappear into his mouth. A rush of heat flooded my pussy at the delicious view.

“Oh my God…” I moaned. Every cell in my body was alive with sensations.

Trevor bit down on my nipple. I gasped at the jolt of pain mixed with pleasure.

“I love your nipples,” he told me. He sucked one nipple more gently now while tweaking the other one with his fingers. “Big and hard.” He grazed one with his teeth, and my knees actually wobbled. “But your pussy,” he said, lowering his hand to cup me through my bikini bottoms. “I could eat pussy all day.”

The words made my clitoris pulse.

It continued to pulse as Trevor lowered himself onto his knees and splayed his hand over my belly. I sucked in a breath and held it. Held it while I watched him press his lips to the top of my pubic area.

Only when he raised his eyes to mine did I release my breath. He grinned at me, that totally charming smile that could make a woman melt. Or come. And then he slowly unclipped my bikini bottom on one side, then the other. The red fabric fell away with ease.

I stood there naked, exposed—and never feeling more turned on. I was naked in front of a stranger, vulnerable. And yet, I felt powerful.

Trevor couldn’t take his eyes off of my pussy. He stared, as though mesmerized. “Damn, girl, you are beautiful.” He separated my folds, exposed my clitoris. “Jesus.”

Trevor ran a finger along my clit. It was a light touch, but his finger may as well have been a live wire, that’s how much it electrified my body. I gripped his shoulders, and just in time. Because next he touched me with hot tongue—hot, wet and hungry. The pleasure was immediate, and intense, making my knees wobble.

A groan rumbled in his chest. “My God, woman.” He flicked his tongue over me again. “Oh, yeah.” A suckle this time. “Hell, yeah.”

He rubbed my clit with his fingers, creating delicious friction. “Yes,” I said, my moan loud and guttural. “Oooh. Oooh, baby!”

Trevor covered my clit with his mouth and sucked it gently, exquisitely, until I was digging my nails into his shoulder and screaming his name.

“I knew you were a screamer,” he said. He slipped a finger inside my vagina, a groan of delight oozing out of him as he did. “Damn, woman, you feel amazing. And your pussy—” He sucked me again, and my knees shook so badly, Trevor had to grip my ass with his free hand to keep me in place. “I love the way you taste. I could eat you all day.”

He withdrew his finger, and then immediately slipped two inside the walls of my vagina. He moved his fingers up and down inside of me while moving his tongue up and down my clit. Good God, the feeling was exquisite. I couldn’t contain my cries of passion as I threw my head back and savored the delicious sensations.

Trevor’s tongue moved faster. So did his fingers. With each stroke of his fingers and tongue, my head was grew lighter. The sight and feel of Trevor’s hands and mouth pleasuring me, a man I barely knew, added to my pleasure. This was illicit. Naughty.

So damn unlike myself.

“Do you like this?” Trevor flicked his tongue over my clitoris in wicked fast movements up and down. “Or this?” He drew my entire clit into his mouth and suckled me gently.

And that’s when I came. My orgasm caught me by surprise, ripping through me with the strength of a hurricane. My entire body grew taut, and I stretched onto the tips of my toes as I rode the wave of my orgasm. Trevor suckled me harder, heightening the blissful sensations, and I screamed until my body was spent. When my orgasm finally released me, my screams faded to whimpers, and my body went slack. Trevor folded me into his arms, kissed me. I could taste my essence on his lips.

“That was…amazing,” I managed to say between uneven breaths.

“And I’m not near finished with you yet.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Even though I’d just come, excitement tickled my clit at Trevor’s words.

Trevor got to his feet, lifting me as he did. He carried me to the nearby bed and laid me down.

“If you don’t have a condom, Dyanne’s got a box in the top dresser drawer.” I pressed the palms of my hands to Trevor’s chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles. He’d given me a fabulous orgasm with his mouth, but what I wanted most was to feel his cock inside me.

“We’ll get there,” Trevor began, “but like I said, I’m not finished with you yet.”

So he had something else in mind, something else meant to pleasure me. A tingle of desire shot through me at the very thought.

Trevor pressed his lips to my bare belly, and I thought he was going to go down on me again. But then he swiftly turned me onto my stomach, gripped me by the hips and pulled me onto my knees. He released me, leaving me with my ass exposed in the air. I could only imagine that he was enjoying the naughty view of my pussy from behind.

I heard Trevor groan. I lowered my shoulders to the bed, which had the effect of pushing my ass farther into the air. Trevor rubbed the palm of his hand over one side of my butt. Slowly. As though with admiration. I thought he would finger-fuck me, but instead he gave my ass a slap. Not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to sting a little.

When he slapped my butt again, I asked, “Trevor, what are you doing?”

“You’ve been naughty,” he told me. “I think you need to be spanked.”

I angled my head to look at him. The lust in his eyes sent a hot charge through my body. There was something absolutely thrilling about being completely naked in front of Trevor like this, his eyes devouring my body. I could see his cock straining against his shorts and knew that when he fucked me, he was going to fuck me good.

“Why do I need to be spanked?” I asked, my voice husky. I’d never been spanked before, but the idea turned me on.

“You just let a guy you hardly know eat your pussy.” He smacked my ass, harder this time. “You came in my mouth.” He slapped my ass again, and I moaned. “I say you deserve to be punished.”

There was a mix of pain and pleasure and raw excitement as he spanked my ass with a steady hand. Five strokes. Until my ass stung. And yet, it was all in a good way.

I didn’t think I’d ever be turned on by getting spanked, but I was.

It was erotic.

Trevor’s breathing picked up speed, and his fingers found my pussy. He played with my folds. He fondled, slapped. Fondled. Slapped. Then he thrust a few fingers into my pussy and moved them in and out fast and hard. I was moaning shamelessly, another orgasm building.

Suddenly, Trevor came down onto the bed between my legs, sliding his head beneath my pussy and pulling me down onto his face.

“Oh…oh, God.” Trevor swirled his tongue over my clitoris, dipped it into my wet pussy. He ate me hungrily, as if for sustenance, groaning as though this was the best meal he’d ever had.

And when he grazed my clit with his teeth, I came. Came forcefully, my body shaking, my hips bucking. Again I screamed, absolutely shameless. People passing in the hallway might hear me, but I didn’t care. Trevor drank my juices until the last of my orgasm had passed through my body.

“Where are the condoms?” Trevor rasped, his breath warm against my vagina.

How fucking erotic it was to have him talking to me with my pussy still in his face. The warmth of his breath almost made me come again.

Instead of answering him, I moved my body off of his face and repositioned my body over his chest. Then I slid my body down his, easing my feet onto the floor so that I could position my face over his cock. I was weak from two fabulous orgasms, but I wanted to please him the way he had pleased me. I wanted to feel this big, strong man weak and quivering beneath my tongue and fingers.

I grabbed the sides of his shorts and shimmied them down his hips. His cock sprang free, standing at attention. It was large and thick and curved to the right.

Moaning, I wrapped my palm around his delicious-looking cock. Semen moistened the tip. I rubbed that wetness with the pad of my thumb, making lazy circles around the tip of his shaft.

I met Trevor’s eyes. Saw that he was staring at me with anticipation. In fact, I wasn’t sure he was breathing as he awaited what I was going to do.

As I lowered my head, I heard him groan. I gave him a taste of what I would do. Rather, I gave myself a taste. I laved the tip of his dick, tasting salty semen.

Trevor widened his muscular thighs, offering himself up to me completely. But I didn’t give him what he wanted. Yet. I teased him, massaging his balls with one hand while pumping his cock with the other.

“Jesus, woman,” he rasped. “I want those plump, beautiful lips of yours on me.”

“So if I were to just get up and walk away…would you spank me again?” I asked, messing with him.

“Is that what you want—another spanking?”

“No, baby.” I licked the tip of his cock again. “I just want to draw out your pleasure.”

“Oh, woman—when your tongue touches me like that…”

“Like this?” I took the top of his penis into my mouth. Sucked him nice and slow.

“Yes, like that. That’s good.”

“What about this?” Slowly, I lowered my mouth as far as I could down the length of his cock, until he reached the back of my throat.

“Oh, shit. That’s even better.”

Up and down I moved my mouth, my tongue. I went at his cock as though it were a Popsicle, with slow flicks of my tongue combined with juicy sucking.

Trevor put a hand into my hair, played with the strands as I sucked his dick. I ran my tongue from the tip of his cock right down to his balls. I sucked and kissed his testicles until he was gripping my head with both hands.

“I need a condom,” Trevor said. “And I need it now.”

“Are you sure?” I took his cock deep into my mouth again, played the tip at the back of my throat.

“Yes, damn it. ’Cuz I don’t want to come yet. Not until you’re riding my cock.”

I took my mouth off of him, but continued to pump him with my hand. Trevor took my by my upper arms and pulled me forward until my face met his. And then he kissed me hungrily, his mouth melded to mine as our tongues entwined with deep passion.

His cock throbbed against my pussy. I knew he wanted to be inside of me, which is exactly where I wanted him.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “The condoms?”

“I’ll get them, baby.”

I eased myself up off his body, nice and slow, giving him time to check out my breasts. When I was on my knees, I played with my clit, and he groaned.

“You’d better get that condom.”

I got off the bed and strutted to the dresser. I arched my back, making my butt protrude in a seductive way as I got the box of condoms from the drawer.

“You keep doing that,” Trevor said, “and I’m gonna come before you get back to the bed.”

“Doing what?” I asked, feigning innocence as I turned to face him. I spread my legs. Played with my pussy while he watched.

I wasn’t sure where this bold woman had come from, but being with Trevor was bringing out a side to me I didn’t know existed.

“Enough,” Trevor said. Then, startling me, he jumped off the bed and stalked toward me.

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