Chapter Eighteen
Today should’ve been relaxing.We’re on the beach of an all-inclusive resort in Maui. All I have to do is raise a finger, and another drink is put in my hand. Work is temporarily on hold. Between the cabana by the pool and the lounge chairs with the canopy on the beach, Julian has made sure we’re comfortable and relaxed.
But I’m not relaxed … because all day, I’ve had to look at a half-naked Julian. When he swims and walks and bends over, his corded muscles contract in a way that shouldn’t be sexy, but is. And those tattoos. I’d like to say I forgot he had them on his chest since it’d been a while since I’d seen him shirtless, but the truth is, they’ve been in several of my fantasies over the past few weeks. It’s a bit easier to ignore how gorgeous the man is when he’s dressed in a suit, covering all of his goods. But the second his shirt came off, I was a goner.
I forgot how built he was despite us being on the boat not that long ago. So much has happened since then. Yet, with all that’s happened, it’s clear I’m still attracted to Julian. Only now, it’s worse because I’ve gotten to know him. So, instead of only being turned on by his looks, I’m equally falling for his personality.
The way he constantly makes sure I’m taken care of. If my drink is close to being empty, he’s on it. If my skin is showing too much pink, he’s applying sunscreen on me.
And I’d like to say it’s the island. We’re on vacation, and I’m living in a fantasy bubble. But it started before we came here. When our pranks got out of hand and I cried, he held me. He apologized and meant it. He didn’t have to tell me how proud my dad was of me, but he did.
He cooks me dinner every night. And ever since he realized I use the library as my office, he had a better light put in, along with an air filter since it smelled a bit like old books.
Right now, I’m standing on the other side of the net, watching as Julian bends over, his tanned skin glistening with a mixture of sunscreen and sweat, ready for the volleyball to come his way. And all I can think about it is whether he sweats like that in bed. If he’s capable of going long enough and hard enough to work up a sweat like that. I imagine him hovered above me, thrusting in and out of me as I run my fingertips along his sweaty back, digging my nails into his heated flesh.
Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. I release a harsh breath and wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared to our room to rub one out really quick.
Just as the thought enters my brain, the ball goes over the net, and Julian pops up, ready to make the return. His arms stretch out in front of him, and as he makes contact, his muscles contract, making the apex of my legs do the same.
He spikes the ball over the net, and before anyone on our side can get to it, it hits the sand, giving them the point they need to win the game.
“Hell yeah!” Julian yells, pointing at me and grinning as he runs over to me. “Just call me Master, baby, because I’m the master of damn near everything.”
“Congratulations, Master,” I say dryly, patting his hard, glistening chest. “Now, how about you go be the master of cleaning up our stuff that we left over by our chairs so I can head up to our room and start getting ready for dinner?”
My dad texted earlier and asked us to go on a double date with him and Selene since he hasn’t seen us all day. With them being a bit older, they chose to relax indoors and booked a couples spa day.
“Yeah, yeah.” Julian chuckles. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”
With a kiss to my cheek, he takes off toward our chairs, and I head in the opposite direction with the hope of getting to our room with enough time to give myself some sexual relief.
Since I’m full of sand from playing volleyball, I grab my waterproof vibrator and take it with me into the bathroom. I turn the water on hot and leave my suit on so I can rinse it off.
After rinsing the sand off me, I remove my bikini bottoms and top and hang them on the hook to dry out.
Lifting one leg onto the shower bench, I push the vibrator inside me with one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. The vibration instantly hits me in all the right places, and I close my eyes, more than ready to get some relief.
Usually, if I want to get off, I either turn to a steamy page in one of my favorite romance books, or if I’m lazy, I check out some porn that I’d never admit to watching. But with Julian fresh in my mind, as I stand under the spray with my vibrator doing its job, I don’t need anything but the visual of him to get me off.
“How about you let me help you with that?” a masculine voice says.
At first, I think it’s my mind playing tricks on me … imagining Julian’s sexy voice while I get off to the images of him today. Only a second later, when his front presses against my back and his hand wraps around my hand that’s holding the vibrator, I realize I’m not imagining his voice and he’s actually in the shower with me.
My eyes shoot open, and I glance back at him.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, too turned on to be embarrassed over getting caught with a sex toy between my legs. A woman has needs …
“What I want to know is why you’re using this”—with his hand wrapped around mine, he pulls the vibrator out, and my body immediately weeps at the loss—“when you have me at your disposal.”
He turns me around and presses me up against the wall, and it’s then I notice he’s still in his board shorts.
“Because unlike you, my vibrator doesn’t come with any strings or complications.”
He nods, knowing I’m not wrong. Every time we get too close, my brain malfunctions, and my pussy does all the thinking. But the second I’m away from Julian, my brain remembers what my pussy refuses to acknowledge—getting involved with him would be stupid on many levels. And I pride myself on being smart.
“Okay,” he says, leaning in and nipping at my bottom lip. “Then, let’s keep it uncomplicated.”
I should note that he doesn’t say stringless, but I’m too busy thinking with my pussy because as he finishes his sentence, he punctuates it by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
As I lean against the cool wall, he lets go of my lip and then trails kisses along my jaw and over to my ear. “Can I make you come, Red?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
And just like that, my brain has left the building, leaving my pussy to do all the thinking. And of course, that slut is all about coming.
I nod my answer, but that’s not good enough for Julian.
“I need to hear the words,” he murmurs in between sucking on my heated flesh. “Tell me you want me to pin you against this wall and shove my cock so deep inside you that you don’t know where I end and you begin.” He kisses and sucks on my clavicle. “Tell me you want me to fuck you so good that you come all over my goddamn cock.”
“What about my vibrator?” I squeak out, his dirty talk turning me on.
“This?” He lifts it up to my lips and presses the power button. “Open.”
I do as he said, and he pushes it into my mouth.
“Close and suck.”
My lips wrap around the vibrating rubber, and his eyes heat in desire.
“Good girl. Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?”
Oh God. I squirm at the thought. I love anal play. It doesn’t happen often because I need to be with someone long enough to be that intimate with them, and my goal in life has been to not let anyone get too close, but I’m no stranger to using butt plugs and dildos in my ass myself occasionally. Again, a woman has needs.
Because I have a vibrating dildo in my mouth, I nod enthusiastically, and Julian’s eyes light up.
“You like it in the ass, baby?” he confirms.
Another quick nod.
He pulls the dildo out and spins me around, pushing my back until I fold over so my ass is on display. He gives it a good squeeze and then pushes a couple of digits into my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re dripping wet.” He finger-fucks me without holding back, and when I’m close to coming, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me hanging.
I whine at the loss—again—but it’s short-lived because a moment later, his fingers push into my ass, making me moan in pleasure. I didn’t think about the logistics of anal in the shower, but thankfully, Julian did, using my juices as lube. He works my ass over for several minutes before he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the vibrating rubber dick. The overwhelming sensation damn near sends me over the edge.
With it vibrating in my ass, Julian grabs the curves of my hips and murmurs, “Hold on, Red. I’m about to fuck you into next week.”
And then, giving me only enough time to press my hands on the wall so I’m not shoved into it, he thrusts into me from behind.
His cock is thick, and mixed with the dildo in my ass, it’s a tight squeeze. But because I’m so turned on, he moves in and out of me easily, fucking me just how he promised. Over and over, his thick length hits all the right spots, and within minutes, my pussy is contracting around his cock as I climax harder than I ever have in my life.
“Fuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into my flesh as he drains his orgasm into me.
We both stay where we are, catching our breaths, and then the vibrator is turned off and slowly removed out of my ass, followed by Julian pulling out of me. The double loss causes a shiver from the cold to overcome me despite the shower being hot and steamy.
As if Julian can sense what I’m feeling, he pulls me into a standing position and wraps his arms around me from behind, instantly warming my body up.
Wordlessly, he goes about washing my hair and then my body. When he gets to the area between my legs, he turns me around and says, “Lift your leg.”
I place it on the bench, and then he swipes a washcloth between my legs. I’m sensitive, and I wince, and he smirks knowingly. He warned me he would fuck me into next week, and he wasn’t lying. Even sensitive and a bit sore from the double penetration, I’m already thinking about when I can have him again.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, tapping my leg so I can put it down.
“Huh?”
I’m so lost in the clouds that I don’t realize what he’s asking until he clarifies, “Birth control. I came inside you.”
“Oh.” Jesus, I’ve never had unprotected sex. “Yeah, I have an IUD. We’re protected.”
“Good,” he says. “Wouldn’t want to knock you up before convincing you to take my name.”
I wait for him to laugh or say he’s joking, but he doesn’t. Since I’m sure he’s just messing with me, I let it go, focusing on the other part of having unprotected sex.
“I’m clean. I haven’t had sex in a while, and I’ve been tested since then.”
“Same,” he says, reaching to grab his board shorts—which he shucked off at some point—from the floor and hanging them on the hook next to my bikini.
“And now that I’ve had you raw,” he says, leaning in and nipping my lip, “there’s no way in hell I’m fucking you with a piece of rubber between us.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he reaches around and fists the back of my hair, pulling my face toward his for a passionate kiss that sets my body on fire and has me wanting round two.
“Not now,” he murmurs against my lips. “We have a dinner to get to. And the next time I take you, I’m going to take my time and explore every inch of you.”