ETHAN
Leaning against the door, she gave me a perfect view of her body. Was she barefoot? Yes, and she was wearing a white summer dress with a pattern of small pink flowers and puffed sleeves. The dress clung to her chest and waist, with a slit up the side that dangerously climbed almost to her hip, revealing her thigh.
She had passed by me so quickly earlier, without even looking my way, that I hadn’t noticed how tempting she looked. I shifted on the sofa, feeling my cock stir. She was still staring at me in silence.
Her hair was loose, and her cheeks were flushed, giving her a healthy, sexy glow. Was that from the alcohol? I noticed the way my breath quickened in response to her presence.
"Aren’t you supposed to be off somewhere sampling wines?" I asked finally.
"I was. But Rosie and Neil decided to come back early. They seemed really eager to be alone, actually."
I nodded.
"That doesn’t explain why you’re back."
She ignored me, moving closer.
"Tell me you’re not working."
She sat on the arm of the opposite sofa, crossing her arms over her chest, which only made her breasts push up, making it harder to keep my eyes on her face. Was this some kind of game? Her forehead was creased, waiting for an answer.
"There’s nothing to do, and I wasn’t interested in starting to drink this early," I lied.
The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about work. After all, work was all I had.
"God! You brought your laptop? Either you don’t understand the concept of a vacation, or you’re a complete workaholic, Mr. Morgan."
"How much have you had to drink?" I teased.
"You think I’m drunk?" A smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Are you? You still haven’t explained why you came back. Or why you locked the door when you came in."
"I guess I’m feeling a bit generous today."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means I thought I’d come over and help a workaholic relax."
Now that was interesting, it meant she had come back for me and that I had been on her mind during the outing.
"Help me relax how, exactly?"
"First, you need to choose. Your laptop or me?"
I set the computer off my lap and onto the sofa next to me without a second thought.
"That easy?" she smiled playfully.
I was already hard and getting impatient.
"Take off the dress," I said firmly, eager to see her naked.
"You like hearing yourself give orders, don’t you?"
"You like it even more."
"That’s very presumptuous of you."
"No, I know. I can see it."
"What do you see?" she asked, amusement gleaming in her eyes.
She was smiling; it must have been the effect of the alcohol.
"You like being dominated," I said, watching her smile fade and her breath quicken.
"And what makes you think that?"
"The way your body responds. You’re dying to follow every one of my commands."
"You’re wrong."
"Don’t worry, it’s not a bad thing. It happens when you spend most of your time in control."
"How so?"
"You feel the need to let go sometimes. It’s like an escape. Now, take off the dress."
"No."
"This will help me relax. Wasn’t that your intention?"
"I have another idea." She got up and moved closer, kneeling between my legs.
My cock twitched in response to what she was about to do.
"Does that make you feel like you’re in control?" I teased with a grin.
"You really shouldn’t piss me off when I’m this close to your balls."
"Thanks for the reminder."
Her hands landed on my pants, unzipping them and tugging them down my thighs with my help, freeing my cock.
Leaning forward, I tugged at the little bow between her breasts, loosening it so her cleavage spilled out of the fabric, giving me an amazing view. It would look even better when she bent over. She glared at me as if I had just made a terrible mistake.
"What? This way, we both have fun."
"As if all of this isn’t fun for you already." She narrowed her eyes, making me grin, then grabbed my cock with force, sending a shiver through my body.
Fuck.
There was something in her gaze that told me she loved seeing me unravel in her hands. She started stroking me, her grip tight, just the way I liked it.
Oh, yeah, this was far more than relaxing. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as the muscles in my legs tensed.
"Fuck," I growled when she sped up.
She was driving me crazy, looking at me with that teasing gaze, making me want to fuck her hard.
Grasping the base of my cock with one hand, she used the other to massage around the head, circling with her fingers. Oh, fuck, that was good.
Her breasts were practically spilling out of the dress. The sight made me want to fuck them.
I turned my attention back to her face. She licked her lips and bit the lower one, torturing me. Leaning forward, I placed one hand in her hair and reached her face with the other.
"Lick," I ordered, sliding my fingers over her lips, craving the feel of her tongue. My cock pulsed with anticipation.
Leaning in, she stuck out her pink tongue, making me hold my breath before I felt it glide along my length, drawing a groan from me.
She licked me everywhere, spreading pleasure through my skin, driving me mad with need.
"Suck me," I gritted out, breathing hard, losing my mind.
I shoved her hands away, gripping the base of my cock and holding the back of her head. I pressed the tip of my cock against her lips. She gasped and opened her mouth to take me in. I pushed just a little inside, feeling her hot mouth wrap around me. A shiver ran down my spine, the sensation almost making me come right then.
Leaning back on the sofa again, I let her take over. I couldn’t think with her lips around me. My entire body heated and pulsed as she took me deeper, then sucked.
She moaned, sending a vibration through my body, then sucked harder. *Everything was so wet and good.*
"Fuck... Yes..."
I was so close.
Then she stopped suddenly, leaving me confused and tortured. With a naughty look, she ran her fingers over the fabric of the dress above her breasts. The skin there looked flushed, driving me wild.
"Do you want me to fuck you with them?" she whispered, and I could have come just from the sound of her voice. Fuck.
"Oh God, yes. More than anything," I groaned, desperate.
She slid the fabric down, exposing her breasts.
"Beautiful," I said, leaning forward to kiss her, sucking on her tongue, making her moan into my mouth as I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers.
She pushed my chest and got settled between my legs. Fuck. The way she bent forward, holding her own breasts, looked like a scene straight out of one of my fantasies. When she pressed my cock between them and began moving, I knew it was over for me.
The sight and feel of her soft, warm skin were too much. I lost all control.
"I’m gonna... almost..." She squeezed tighter around me, and the look on her face... God! It was so erotic, just like the sound of her tits fucking me.
I shut my eyes, feeling my body tense, the pleasure rushing up through my legs and back as my cock pulsed, sending spasms through my skin. Just before I exploded, I felt something warm and wet wrap around my tip.
I opened my eyes, panting, watching as she swallowed when I spilled my hot cum into her mouth. So fucking gorgeous.
What the hell did she just do to me?
As I caught my breath, I watched her stand and adjust her dress. She turned to sit on the other sofa, but I grabbed her hand, pulling her onto my lap.
I slid my hand through the slit of her dress, finding her panties and slipping my hand underneath the fabric. Fuck. She was soaked.
"Did fucking me make you wet?" I teased, pressing on her clit.
She moaned, pulling at my hair and pushing my face into her breasts. I took advantage, licking her as I used my free hand to tug the fabric down, exposing her breasts. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard.
"Such a hot, tight pussy," I growled against her skin.
She was really hot and dripping wet around my fingers, so damn delicious it was driving me insane. I pushed two fingers inside her, making her moan loudly, and started thrusting hard. She arched her back, pulling my hair even tighter.
Then suddenly, we heard voices downstairs, making us freeze. Our friends must have come back.
We stared at each other, and she let go of my hair, pulling my hands away from her body. She stood up, adjusted her dress, and turned toward the door.
"What are we doing?" I asked as she unlocked the door.
"Not getting caught?" she looked at me, confused.
"No. What are we doing since yesterday?"
She thought for a moment before answering.
"Enjoying the trip."
"And what does that mean?"
"That when we get back to New York, everything goes back to normal. You’re okay with that, right?"
"So you're just going to use me to have sex only while we're here?"
"You can always say no."
Why would I say no? She was offering me exactly what I wanted from her, but only for a limited time. I didn’t even need to think about it.
"I accept."
She smiled and walked back over to me. Leaning in, she grabbed my laptop and headed toward the door, leaving me confused.
"What are you doing?"
"You made your choice. I just forgot to mention the rule applies for the entire trip." She winked before walking out with a grin.
*Naughty girl.*