Chapter SIX
(Charlotte)
“Ten!”
The word had barely torn from my lips before Matthew rammed forward, burying as much of himself as he could inside my dripping, aching cunt. Those slow, teasing strokes had been shallower than I’d estimated; there was so much more of him than I’d thought. I yelped at the top of my lungs, unable to hold back for the sake of not being overheard. It was a sound of mingled pain and relief, and I reveled in the cold shocks that crept across my skin with every thrust.
I slid my fingers over my clit, desperate for the relief I’d denied myself again and again. The pressure of him inside, the unbearable hardness and size of him stretching me, and my frantic fingers on my almost numb clit coalesced into one mass of sensation that vibrated along my limbs, racking my body with spasms as I strove for my release. My body no longer trusted me; I hung in chilling suspense, afraid for a moment that I wouldn’t be able to orgasm, that I’d put it off for too long.
He bent low over my back with a growl of satisfaction and trailed his tongue up the side of my neck.
That did it. I shuddered over the edge, a high, thin scream trapped in the back of my throat. When it broke free, it came out as a wail of satisfaction that shattered the night air. Somewhere, one of the balconies below, I assumed, someone laughed. So, we were being overheard.
The thought made my knees tremble.
“Keep going,” Matthew commanded, and I did. I kept my fingers rolling over my too-sensitive flesh, little screams escaping me with each hard thrust of his hips. There wasn’t any room between the first orgasm and the next; they blended together into the longest, hardest climax of my life. He pulled back, still going hard but shallow enough that each thrust sawed back and forth over my G-spot. I felt the difference in sensation immediately and knew exactly what he was trying to get my body to do. A larger wave on the sea of pleasure I had already drowned in cascaded over me, and with it, my own wetness cascaded down my thighs and splattered on the tile.
“Wow.” He chuckled breathlessly.
“Don’t stop!” I begged, reaching behind me to claw at his thigh.
He drove deep again, bottomed out in me with a dull pain that cramped my belly. I pushed back to meet him, my vision bursting with red and black fireworks under my tightly closed eyelids. I chanted a litany of “fuck me,” and “don’t stop,” and was greeted by a hooting shout of appreciation from whoever it was listening in.
Filthy. What I was doing, what we were doing, was absolutely filthy. And I loved every second of it.
“I’m… I’m…” I gasped, holding onto the chair for support now, more than balance.
“Coming?” Matthew supplied for me, and I swore I could hear his smirk.
I couldn’t give him a smart answer, though. Another climax tore through me, taking the last of my stamina with it. I sagged against the back of the chair; if he hadn’t been gripping my hips so tightly, I would have collapsed.
“Don’t forget,” I gasped, pushing my hair, wet from sweat now instead of from the pool, back from my forehead. “I like to swallow.”
He stilled behind me, then pulled out slowly. As if second-guessing himself, he gave one final shove into me before pulling out and whipping the condom off. His voice was tight as he ordered me to my knees with an impatient snap of his fingers. “Hurry.”
So, it wouldn’t take long, then. I opened my mouth and took him in. I could smell myself smeared all over his body, all down his thighs. I worked his shaft with one hand in a steady rhythm, my tongue swirling over the head, and with a shout of “Oh, fuck!” he lurched forward, forcing more of himself into my throat, hot, thick bursts filling my mouth and gagging me. I swallowed as much as I could, but it seemed to go on and on, his cock endlessly jerking in my mouth. I lifted my head, coughing, and wiped cum from my chin as he staggered back a few steps.
I couldn’t stay upright anymore. Getting to the other side of the chair wasn’t a possibility either. I let myself fall over on the slate tile with a dreamy “ahhh” that made Matthew laugh.
Someone in our auditory audience clapped.
“Jesus Christ,” Matthew groaned, shuffling toward the sofa. “Well, thank you.”
“Yeah. No problem.” I held up one hand with a thumbs-up, then let my limp noodle arm fall. I couldn’t lie on the ground forever. If I stayed still for too long, I’d fall asleep, and that was not part of the plan. I pushed myself up with a weary groan and got to my feet.
“This is the part where I would invite you to stay,” Matthew began, still breathing heavily. “But I think that would raise some questions.”
“Especially at the wedding weekend welcome breakfast on the itinerary,” I joked. “Why didn’t you discourage them from so many activities?”
“Because I had nothing to do with this wedding other than handing over my credit card. If I could have avoided spending an entire weekend here, I would have.” He grimaced. “That came out wrong. That sounds like I don’t care about the wedding.”
“No, it doesn’t. It sounds like you don’t like doing a bunch of group activities in quick succession. In the most humid, awful climate ever.” I missed the dry air of home. I missed not feeling like I would drown every time I took a breath. “But you’re right. I have to go.”
“You’re kind of a mess.” He pointed to my thighs. “I’m glad we were outside.”
“I should have warned you. But it was kind of your fault.” I paused. “Let’s see, I think the final score was five to one. So… I win.”
“Yes, you do.” His smile was smug, self-satisfied. Apparently, he prided himself on how often he could make his partner come.
There were worse properties in a lover.
Not that he was going to be my lover. As far as I knew, as far as we’d discussed, this was a one-night-only thing. And it had been perfect.
I shuffled over to where my discarded clothes lay. “I’ll shower when I get back in. If I’m gone much longer, my mom will think an alligator got me.”
“It could have. If I hadn’t been there to gallantly save you,” he reminded me.
“I’ll be sure to mention that when I tell my whole family where I was tonight. Just kidding,” I added when his eyes widened in growing panic.
“Good. I was thinking this might be something we need to keep between the two of us.”
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me twice.” I pulled my shorts up and buttoned them. “The last thing I need is a lecture on top of having to play nice and normal around the bride’s weirdo family. Did you know they run a bear ranch in Montana?”
“I think it’s a bear rescue,” Matthew corrected me, standing and retrieving his own clothes. “Not a ranch.”
“What’s the difference?”
“One is taking existing bears in and caring for them. The other would be breeding bears for beef, I guess.” He hitched his cargo shorts up and I had a moment of shame at the realization I’d fucked a guy who wore cargo shorts.
“Pretty sure you don’t get beef from bears,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head. “But hey, at least they’re having the wedding here and not there. She wanted to have her favorite bear as a bridesmaid.”
“Yeah, that would have been kooky. And probably dangerous.” Fully dressed, he went to the table and retrieved the joint we’d only half-smoked. “Let me walk you back to your villa? We can finish this, and I can make sure you’re not attacked by alligators. Or bears.”
The immediate change back to the guy I’d come up here with was so jarring, it made me laugh. “Wow. You went from ordering me to fuck myself with a bottle to asking me for permission to walk me home.”
Even in the dim outdoor lighting, I could see his blush. “Yeah. I hope that wasn’t too—”
“This was probably the hottest sex of my life,” I blurted. Not that he hadn’t already probably guessed. There was no way he didn’t know how good he was.
He ducked his head as if embarrassed, a boyish and adorable motion for a toweringly tall adult man to make. “Yeah… me too.”
I laughed like a blast from an airhorn. “Liar! You got tied down and fucked by three dudes. You just told me about that.”
“Fine. But you’re in the top five.” He put his arms around my waist and drew me in close.
I realized he was about to kiss me when he leaned down, and I stepped quickly back. It wasn’t anything personal, and that’s why I didn’t want to kiss him. I offered him my hand instead, for a shake. He humored me with a repressed smile and a firm, businesslike grip. I took my hand back and stuffed it into my pocket. “To answer your question, I’ll let you walk me, but only to the hedge. I don’t want anyone to see me with you.”
“Good idea. And we’re obviously not going to talk about this—”
“Ever again,” he finished for me. “Got it.”
Something twisted in my chest at those words. “Great. Sex concluded.”
He put an arm around my shoulders. A friendly arm. “Let’s get you back.”
* * * *
(Matthew)
The most exciting sex of my life, one-on-one division, and I’d agreed to never talk about it again.
I wanted to run around the resort yelling about the amazing sex I had. Some of them already knew, and damn, I wanted to buy them beers and reminisce about the good time we had. But I couldn’t even mention it to Charlotte?
I looked down at the woman beside me. The woman who had gone back to my room with me and decided we were going to fuck. I knew people, powerful people, who were nervous as hell around me because of who I was and the absurd fortune I’d inherited. And this woman had looked at me and decided to hop on?
There had been no justifiable reason to refuse her either. Other than her brother being my best friend. And the fact that she was in her twenties, and I was about to turn forty in a few months. And the fact that she would allegedly obliterate my heart.
She looked up at me and smiled, two perfect dimples appearing in her cheeks, and I knew instantly that Scott was one hundred percent right.
This woman could destroy me.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she said. “Buyer’s remorse?”
“God, no.” I shook my head. “No, that was amazing. I’m just really high.”
“Well, right there’s where you get off, pal,” she said, pointing toward a y-shaped split in the path. “I’ll see you around?”
“There’s no chance you’re going to miss me. I’m going to be at all the ‘functions.’” I made air quotes. I had no idea why I made air quotes.
“Good. At least I’ll have someone to be snarky with.” Her face fell. “No. You’re in the wedding party. You’ll be busy doing wedding party things.”
“Unfortunately. And I’m planning to bang every one of the bridesmaids.” I shouldn’t have made that joke. Not when I’d just had sex with her. I added, “Except for the bear. Obviously.”
She snorted, and seemed totally unbothered by the idea of me sleeping with someone else. And why would she be bothered? Why would I want her to?
Because you’re still heartbroken and you’re rebounding, and Scott is right.
“Well, I wish you luck with the bridesmaids,” she said, nibbling her bottom lip.
Did she expect me to kiss her? She’d avoided kissing me before. I certainly wasn’t going to try again.
“Anyway, thanks for the smoke.” She gestured behind her with her thumb. “And the orgasms.”
“No trouble.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the baggie I’d brought with me. “Here. In case we don’t get a chance to do this again. Smoke, I mean,” I added quickly.
“Thanks. That’s cool of you.” She tucked it into her back pocket. “Okay. Well. See you at the breakfast thing.”
I took a few slow steps backward and raised my hand in a half-wave. “See ya.”
Then I turned and walked away. I walked away from a woman I would remember for the rest of my life.
It’s a mistake! I yelled at myself, and I wasn’t sure if I meant doing what I was about to do or not doing what I was about to do. But it didn’t matter, because I did it.
“Wait.”
What the hell are you doing?
She turned, saying nothing but arching an eyebrow in question.
“We’re both here all weekend. Do you want to… keep this going?” This is exactly what Scott warned you about. I didn’t care. So what if she left a trail of sexual conquests and broken hearts in her wake?
“Like, see each other again while I’m here?” She tilted her head. “Do you think we can keep it a secret, though?” she asked, and that wasn’t a no.
“I thought getting caught was part of the fun.” I knew she probably didn’t mean getting caught by her family and ruining her brother’s wedding. “Trust me, I don’t want Scott to know about this as much as you don’t want him to know about this.”
She looked away, laughed breathily, and shook her head. “I can’t believe I did this.”
That wasn’t a great sign.
But then she looked back and said, “Sure. Why not?”
“Well, that sounds enthusiastic.” I tried to laugh it off, but it sounded unconvincing to my ears.
“I didn’t want to encourage you.” But for someone who didn’t want to encourage me, she stood very close. “I think this is going to be a lot of fun.”
“I agree.” I put my hand out to shake hers, the way she’d done on the roof, and she took it. We grinned at each other. “So,” I asked, my mind already a blur of ideas. “What do you want to do next?”
“Go back to my room? Get some sleep before the boring get-to-know-everybody breakfast?” she said with a puzzled frown.
“After that. I mean, what we did was fun. But is there anything you’ve always wanted to do?” I paused. “Within reason. There’s some stuff even I couldn’t pull off in four days and be in a wedding.”
She laughed incredulously. “Okay. Yeah.”
“I’m not kidding.” I wanted badly to impress her. In a strangely competitive way. It was so juvenile. And a hell of a lot of fun. “Name a fantasy. I can make it happen by tomorrow night.”
“I know, you’re superrich.” She rolled her eyes.
I caught her hand in mine and squeezed it. “I’m serious. I’m offering you the chance to fulfill one of your wildest fantasies.”
“Wildest fantasy, within reason.” Her tongue darted across her lower lip. “I want to get caught. And I want the man who catches us to join in.”
“A man, specifically?” I considered. Who did I know in the area? Who could I get to fly in? It would be a little work, but I could pull it off. It would be worth it. “All right. Tomorrow night. I’ll make that happen.”
“Okay.” She took a few steps back, pulling her hand away. “We’ll see.”
“You’ll see,” I called after her as she turned and headed off down the path.
“Goodnight,” she called back.
“Goodnight.” I watched her go until the path bent through some hedges.
She never looked back once.