Cancun
Blue skies.
Turquoise waters.
White sandy beaches.
Yeah, that shit wasn't me, but I was there, sipping on some fucking frothy concoction for the first time in my life. My father had insisted I take a break, removing myself from the vigilante justice I'd performed on several occasions. While I respected the man, I loathed being sent away for any reason. I was building my reputation, refusing to take the backseat to anything or anyone. Still, blood running in the streets wasn't in our best interest.
Especially with the FBI breathing down our necks.
What the fuck. At least I wasn't forced to listen to the bullshit on the streets, the basic thugs begging for another day or two in which to pay their weekly dues. I took another sip, snarling before pushing the glass away and motioning for the bartender. It might be ninety outside, but a tall scotch was in order instead of this shit.
"Too frothy for a big, rugged man?"
The lilt of her voice created an immediate reaction. Burning desire. When I shifted to look at the woman asking the question, I could swear I was witnessing an angel who'd touched down on Earth, ready to partake in dirty, filthy things. "Too sweet."
"I agree with you. I'll have whatever you're having." She inched closer to the barstool next to me, a knowing smile on her face. "That is, if you don't mind the company."
Provocative.
Seductive.
And I knew I was going to feast on her pretty pink pussy within minutes.
I was a man used to getting exactly what I wanted. In women. In business. And in life. Today would be no exception. I'd noticed her before, she and her two girlfriends who were also staying at the resort. I could even say we'd flirted on several occasions, although I wasn't that kind of man. On this day, her friends were nowhere to be seen. I motioned toward the seat next to me, yanking my libido back into some level of control, at least for now. "What's your name, doll?"
"Hmm... I haven't been called a doll I think ever. My name is Sierra. What's yours?" She gave me a look that screamed of interest in a dark and kinky manner. I could tell she'd already had at least one drink, perhaps allowing her to feel free in making a connection with a stranger.
"Lorenzo." First names were all we needed. We weren't here to develop some long-term relationship, as if I would ever enter into one. This was all about a different kind of connection.
Carnal in nature.
No one would ever accuse me of being a romantic. I was brutal in every aspect of life, including demanding full submission from the women I fucked. However, I hadn't had a taste of a woman in almost a year, a product of business more than anything. I gazed down the length of her, nasty thoughts about everything I would do to her luscious body swimming in my mind.
She was beautiful in an unassuming manner, her thick and long red hair catching the bright sun, sending luminescent shimmers in my direction. She wore a bikini, shocking red in color, the thin slip of material barely covering her voluptuous breasts. A husky growl furrowed in my throat, ready to be heard by all around me.
The bartender slid the drinks in front of us, a sly smile covering the man's face. There was no doubt the electricity that surged between Sierra and me, the current vibrating and humming like a live wire. I swirled the glass, twisting the drink back and forth before taking a long gulp. And she was watching my every move, her tongue dragging back and forth across the rim of her glass.
Dear fucking God. I wanted this woman. I craved shoving my throbbing cock in her mouth, face fucking her until I could take no more, then shoving my shaft into her wet pussy like the wild animal I'd become. But only after marking her rounded bottom with my belt. I'd never craved anything so intensely, my entire body more alive than it had been in years. Whoever the fuck this woman was, she would soon belong to me.
Whether she agreed or not.
There was little in the way of conversation, merely a few niceties that seemed appropriate. When our drinks were finished, I ordered champagne to be delivered to my room.
"Come with me," I stated after taking her hand. I towered over her by several inches and the way she placed her palm against my chest was enough to bring out the beast from deep within. She wasn't going to deny me everything I longed for.
Not now.
Not ever.
Sierra didn't hesitate, merely clasping her fingers in mine, able to keep up with my long strides as I led her toward my suite overlooking the magnificent ocean.
Once inside, I cupped both sides of her face, rubbing my thumbs across her tantalizing skin. "This is just a thing between us. Nothing more. Got it?"
"Oh, I got it," she answered, arching her back and tilting her head. Those damn gorgeous green eyes stared back at me knowingly. She was fully aware I was going to ravage her body.
I took several deep breaths before crushing my mouth over hers, immediately forcing her lips apart with my hungry tongue. The taste of her was sweeter than I'd imagined, the hints of cinnamon mixing with the bold taste of scotch a powerful aphrodisiac. I was entranced from minute one, losing myself in the mystery of her.
When I yanked her body against mine, she moaned into the kiss, pressing her hands against me. I loved the way her fingers dug into my naked skin, her perfectly manicured nails digging in, the hint of pain far too enjoyable. I fisted her hair, dragging her even closer and as she undulated her hips, sliding her body back and forth, my cock stood at full attention.
The kiss became a roar of passion and I couldn't get enough of her, drinking in her sweet essence as she clung to me. I dominated her tongue with ease, growling as the French kiss became something from the wild, two beasts mating and little more.
Sierra yanked at my open shirt, almost ripping it over my shoulders in an effort to jerk it off. I allowed her this single moment of control as I slid my hand down her lithe back, caressing her rounded bottom before squeezing and tugging her onto her toes.
I hungered to devour every inch of her. And I would.
She continued to grind her hips against me until I could take no more. I broke the kiss, yanking back her head and brushing my open mouth down to her chin then to her neck. Simply sucking on her heated skin was enough to intoxicate me, sending my pulse into a frenzied state. I bit down on her tender skin, feeling her pulse of life throbbing in my mouth. She had no idea what kind of a precarious position she was in being with a monster like me.
But she wasn't holding back.
She slipped her hand between us, sliding it down until she was able to wrap her fingers around my throbbing cock, stroking up and down.
I wasted no time, finding first one tie on her bikini bottoms then the other, my fire ignited even further as the slip of material fell to the floor. I could feel her quivering body as she closed her eyes, her moans becoming more ragged.
I eased the tip of my index finger up and down the crack of her ass as I shifted my lips to her ear, my whisper hoarse and demanding. "I'm going to fuck you in every hole. I'm going to whip that pretty little pussy and ass of yours and you're going to beg me for more." Issuing a series of barbaric guttural sounds, I pulled back, but not before untying the slender strings holding her bathing suit top in position.
"Oh," she whimpered when she was fully naked, her face flushed as she nibbled on her bottom lip. The embarrassment she had was far too exciting.