The Sexy Stranger Bundle (2 page)

“Okay,” I said, smiling coyly. “That sounds good.”

Enrique softly grabbed my hand and we began walking toward my room. As we passed the bar, Liz gave me a wink. I just rolled my eyes. She probably thought that I was going to sleep with him, which I honestly had no intention of doing.

Liz and I’s room wasn’t far from the bar and it only took us a few minutes to walk there. The booze was still hitting me hard and I was glad that I had Enrique there to help me along.

The next thing I knew, we were standing in front of my door.

“This is your room, then?” he asked. “Your room is right next to mine.”

He pointed at the door directly adjacent to my own.

“Really?” I asked, my eyebrows crinkling. “That’s crazy! I thought you worked here...?”

He paused for a second and I could see his wheels turning behind his dark eyes.

“They let me live here, too,” he said. “That’s part of the deal. It’s one of the biggest benefits of working here.”

As I stood in front of him, it felt like there was a magnet pulling me toward him. I couldn’t deny my attraction to him and before I knew it, I was leaning in for another kiss. As soon as our lips met, I felt the tingling sensation of butterflies in my stomach. My knees felt weak and my hands trembled with excitement. I had never felt that way in my entire life.

We kissed for a moment and then he slowly pulled away.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes. “It’s too bad that it’s not meant to be.”

Then he turned and stepped toward the door of his room, pulling the key out of his pocket.

“Wait, what?” I said, pouting out my lower lip.

Again, I missed his touch immediately and I wanted more.

“It’s not meant to be,” he said. “Just trust me.”

Trust?

My dad had taught me never to trust anybody, but something about this man was drawing me in against my control.

Suddenly, we heard the loud and uncontrollable laugh of Liz as she neared where we were standing. We turned to look and I chuckled as soon as I saw her. She had two men underneath each of her arms and they all had smiles on their faces. Within a second, they were standing next to Enrique and I.

“Chelsea, you don’t mind if we use the room for an hour or so, do you?” Liz asked, clearly inebriated.

Shit,
I thought.
Where am I going to sleep?

She was drunk, though, and never one to argue with. So, I simply responded, “Sure thing, Liz.”

Liz and the men funneled into our room and slammed the door, leaving Enrique and I standing outside in the silence.

“Well...” I said, looking at the ground. “That sucks...”

Enrique smiled.

“You want to come in for a bit?” he asked. “At least until they’re done?”

I didn’t have much of a choice, so I nodded affirmatively and then followed him through the door, into his room.

***

E
nrique clicked on a light in the corner. His room looked exactly like ours except his was much less messy. As soon as I stepped inside, I noticed a suitcase in the corner.

It was suspicious, because he said that he was living here.

I guess some people like living out of a suitcase...
I thought.

I dismissed my thoughts immediately, in part because of the alcohol that was flowing through my system, but also because I noticed Enrique beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Oh, my God,
I thought, as he turned toward me.

He was even more muscular than I had thought. The hair on his chest was perfectly trimmed too, making him look so masculine and sexy that I could hardly contain myself.

Suddenly, Enrique’s demeanor changed completely.

“You’ve got me under some kind of crazy spell,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “I don’t know what it is, but you’re making me want to act out of line.”

I smiled, taking what he said as a compliment.

“Well, thank you, Enrique,” I said, smiling coyly.

The expression on his face changed to one that was more serious.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” he said. “You’re going to get me into a lot of trouble...”

Then, as if he didn’t even hear his own words, he stepped close to me, closing the gap between us quickly. I gasped, startled by the sudden movement. Immediately, though, he brought his lips to mine again and with it, the butterflies in my stomach sprang to life.

Moaning into the kiss, I bucked my hips forward once again. Within a few seconds, I felt his growing member underneath his jeans.

This time, though, I wanted it. The logical side of my mind was gone, washed away with that final shot of tequila. I desperately wanted his manhood, all of it...every inch.

Being completely inexperienced with men, though, I didn’t even know what my next move should be. Luckily, though, Enrique took total control.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, pulling his lips away from mine.

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and lightly pulled my head back. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he stared into mine. His animal instincts had taken over and there was no turning back.

“Enrique,” I said, my voice wavering.

His stance and look were intimidating and it immediately became clear what he had on his mind. He went back to kissing me in an instant, though, and once again the touch of his lips made me melt.

Then he pulled away and brought his lips to my neck, kissing me there. With his hand still pulling my hair back, he began moving his lips, inch-by-inch, making his way toward my chest.

Suddenly, he stopped. The constant changing of him touching me and then pulling away was driving me crazy.

“What are you doing?” I asked, still unable to move my head because of his firm grip.

He breathed in quickly between his gritted teeth, making a hissing sound as he sucked the air through.

“Come here,” he commanded.

Then he turned and pulled me toward the bed by my hair.

“Enrique,” I stuttered again, my breath taken away by the pain of having my hair pulled. “I should go.”

The logical side of my mind kicked in again. The truth was, though, that I didn’t want to go. It turned out, that I liked being controlled and manhandled. I just had this feeling that the entire night was going to turn against me and I’d somehow end up getting in trouble for it.

Enrique forcefully pushed me on the bed, so that I landed on my back. As I laid there looking up at him, I thought about what Liz would say if I came back to the room and I hadn’t slept with him.

What??? You’re on vacation, you crazy girl! You didn’t sleep with him? Why the hell not?
I imagined she would say.

Enrique undid the remaining buttons on his shirt, fully exposing his front. His tanned skin and his perfect six-pack abs made him look like an underwear model.

My God...

I began to feel a tingling sensation in my crotch as my pussy began to throb.

Fuck it, I’m on vacation...
I thought.
Might as well have some fun.

Biting my bottom lip, I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. He smiled in return, a devilish look in his eyes.

“You are pure trouble, Chelsea,” he said, as he pulled his shirt off completely, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Then he crawled on top of me, his body pressed against mine. I could smell his cologne as he pressed his lips against mine. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, but he quickly grabbed my wrists and brought them up over my head.

“You’re going to fucking love this,” he whispered, as he pulled away from my kiss. “Don’t move an inch.”

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I began to feel hesitant.

What am I doing?
I asked myself.

Enrique reached to the nightstand and pulled something out of the drawer.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

I hesitantly closed my eyes and within a second, I felt cold metal on my wrists. Then I heard a clicking noise and felt a hard pressure against my skin.

“What is that?” I asked, opening my eyes and looking at him with a concerned expression on my face.

He just smiled back and said, “I told you to close your eyes.”

I tried to sit up, but my hands were attached firmly above my head to the bedpost. I did my best to look above me and see what was holding me there.

Handcuffs???

“What in the fuck is this?” I asked, the tone in my voice changing.

Enrique chuckled, as he brought his fingers to my cleavage that was pouring out of my swimsuit.

“It’s called having a little fun,” he responded. “Lighten up.”

I struggled a bit, trying to pull away. It only took a second of effort, though, to realize that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Why do you have handcuffs?” I asked, looking at him quizzically.

He didn’t respond to my question, though, and instead he just crawled on top of me, straddling my petite body. With his body weight on top of me and my hands above my head, I was rendered completely immobile.

“Enrique...” I stuttered. “I hardly know you.”

He brought his hand to the top of my swimsuit, slowly pulling it down.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this,” he said, a look of rage flashing through his eyes.

He was right. I did want this. I just didn’t expect to be losing my virginity quite like this. I always thought it would be more sensual and with the man who I married. I guess fate has a way of changing plans, though.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Enrique quickly pulled the top of my swimsuit down, revealing my perky breasts to the air.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried, startled.

Out of reflex, I tried to bring my hands down to cover myself up, but it was no use. I was firmly attached to the headboard of the bed.

Immediately, Enrique brought his mouth to my puffy pink nipples and began licking circles over them. The flesh grew firm in his mouth with every flick of his tongue and I found myself beginning to enjoy the onslaught of pleasure.

“Oh, God...” I whispered.

He moved his face from one nipple to the other, making the sound of a wet kiss as he brought his lips off of the rising flesh. With my nipples fully erect and shining from his saliva, he started moving his face down my body, inching his way across my stomach.

Suddenly, he bunched up the one-piece swimsuit in his hands and then pulled them down past my ass.

“Oh, Enrique,” I said, my voice wavering. “I don’t know if we should do this. This isn’t right.”

He continued sliding my swimsuit off, past my knees. I was completely naked on the bed, laying on my back with my nipples erect in the air and my wet flower completely exposed.

Enrique licked his lips as he eyed me up and down. There was a look of hunger on his face that I had never seen in anyone before and it made me nervous.

While standing over me at the foot of the bed, Enrique picked up one of my feet and began sucking on my toes. He pleasured one foot for a while, and then brought his mouth to the other, giving it equal attention.

My hesitation was turning into pure horniness as he gave me the undivided attention that I had been craving from a man for my entire life.

“You’re going to love this,” he said, as he kissed the inside of my calf, inching his way toward my throbbing womanhood.

Slowly, he made his way up the inside of my thigh and to my flower. I looked down, right as he disappeared from my view. Suddenly, I felt a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced.

“Oh, shit...” I whispered, as pleasure overcame my body.

Enrique brought his tongue to my pussy, violently flicking my clit. It created a wave of sensation unlike anything I could ever give myself with my fingers. My legs began to tremble as ecstasy filled my body.

He slowly pulled his face away from my crotch and I looked down to notice a thick strand of my juices stretching between my flower and his lower lip. He smirked at me, his bright white smile reflecting the light in the room.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

Speechless, I simply nodded in agreement.

Then he dove back in, parting my pussy lips with his tongue and then pressing forward into my love canal. It felt amazing and it didn’t take long before I felt myself rising to orgasm.

My pussy clamped onto his tongue as my body trembled. I arched my back and bucked my hips forward, pressing my flower as hard as I could into his face. Wave after wave of ecstasy bombarded me as I rode out the first orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

“Oh, God...” I stuttered, relaxing back onto the bed.

My legs and hands shaking, I moved about uncontrollably.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said, still slowly bucking my hips forward, causing my pussy to glide over his outstretched tongue.

He took one final lick and then stood up. I watched as he unbuckled the belt that held up his jeans. He slipped them off, along with his underwear, revealing his full erection.

“Wow...” I said, quietly.

It was bigger than I could have ever imagined and I immediately began to wonder if it would even fit inside of my virgin pussy.

“Um...Enrique...” I began to say.

Enrique looked up at me and shook his head.

“No more talking,” he said.

Then he crawled on top of me, pressing his large tip against my opening.

“But...I’m a virgin...” I stuttered, as I felt the pressure of his cock against my flower.

A smile crossed Enrique’s face as he responded, “Good.”

Then he pressed forward, his tip slowly partying my pussy lips.

“Oh, God!” I cried, as a sensation unlike any other shot through my body.

My tiny opening was having to stretch wide in order to accommodate his massive masculinity and it was creating a combination of pain and pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. It was incredible.

“Fuck...” Enrique grunted, as the tip of his cock ran into some resistance inside of me.

He pulled his member out and I glanced down, noticing how the top half of it was shining from my juices.

Enrique brought his gaze to my face and we locked eyes as he plunged forward again, harder this time.