5. Felix
5
FELIX
T his place is beyond my wildest dreams. Sunny showed me the tablet that had every fantasy you could ever think of on speed dial. She then explained all the different areas you could go to and what you could do in those places. I know that it’s all real, but I also can’t believe it. Sunny then asked if there was anything else she could help with like a shower or a massage. I looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of me, politely asking how many ways I want to fuck her. Finally, the switch flicked on, and that was it, the uncertainty and awkwardness I’ve been feeling since arriving totally unaware and unprepared— thanks, Issy —left my body, and I thought fuck it, and enjoyed my afternoon.
And I’m so glad I did because we sure as hell had fun.
“Evening.” Harper smiles as she steps out of her bungalow, glowing and looking like a vision, in a flowy baby blue silky slip dress that has sparkly straps and ends high up her thighs, showing off her long pins. When she turns around, the back scoops all the way down nearly exposing her ass. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a bun, her makeup is light. She’s so fucking beautiful. You can’t touch her, she’s Issy’s best friend. This is true, plus apparently, you have a whole island of women to fuck, you don’t need to touch her.
“You look stunning,” I say, walking over and kissing her cheek.
“Aw, thanks.” She smiles, surprised by my action. “Looks like someone is a little more relaxed.”
“Sure am.” I grin, holding out my arm for her which she takes. “Did you want to walk in those heels, or should I grab the golf cart?”
“It’s a gorgeous night, a walk might be nice. I want to hear all about your afternoon.” I’ve never met a woman that wants to hear about how I fucked another woman. You’ve also never been to a sex island. “You don’t have to. My friends always tell me I’m nosey.”
I shake my head. “No, I just didn’t think you would want to hear about it.”
“Why not? We’re friends, now. I wanted to make sure that you weren’t freaked out or if you had questions.” She shrugs.
I’m friend-zoned already. Disappointment fills me but it’s probably for the best.
“Sunny was fun. It’s still mind-blowing that I can ask for anything, and she will deliver it. I’m really looking forward to this week now.” I grin at her.
“You are going to have the best time. It’s going to be exactly what the doctor ordered getting over your breakup. Better than hooking up with puck bunnies who are either going to try to trap you with a baby or sell the story to the highest bidder.”
She’s right. This place is a hell of a lot safer. We continue walking through the tropical jungle, listening to the weird bird sounds echoing through the treetops.
“Have we ever met before? Sorry, totally random. I was just thinking because you’re good friends with Issy. We must have bumped into each other at some point over the years?”
“I don’t think so. I hung out with your brother a lot, and by the time you had moved in with Issy’s father, I would have been out at college. There’s an age difference, right?” she asks.
“If you’re the same age as my brother, then yeah, there’s seven years.”
“That’s what I thought. Maybe we met in passing, but I don’t remember. Sorry.”
“That’s what I was thinking, too. Because I sure as hell would have remembered meeting you.” I smirk.
“Sweet. But I wouldn’t have been checking out a sixteen-year-old when I was twenty-three.” She chuckles.
“What about now?”
Harper smirks. “You know you’re hot. You don’t need me telling you that.”
“Maybe I do.”
“There are hundreds of other women on the island and some men that would gladly stroke your ego. I’m not one of them,” she tells me matter-of-factly.
“Because of Issy?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“And if you weren’t friends with Issy?” I question her.
Harper gives me a bright smile. “Then I would have fucked you the moment I stepped onto the boat.”
I stare at her in surprise not expecting honesty from her, but I appreciate it. “What happens in Paradise, stays in Paradise,” I tell her.
“You’re trouble. I’m going to have to watch myself around you.” She chuckles as she points a manicured nail at me. “Looks like we’re here.” I tear my eyes away from her to see we’ve arrived at the elegant pool front restaurant.
“The food here is amazing, I’m stuffed.” I groan, rubbing my flat stomach. Harper and I had a great dinner, she is so easy to talk to and is hilarious. I don’t understand how in the hell her ex and others cheated on this woman.
“Me too. They never disappoint, plus the show in the pool was a highlight.” She smirks, taking a sip of her wine. Our table overlooked one of the many pools dotted around the island and in the distance, there was a group of people openly indulging in some aquatic fun.
“It’s going to be weird going back to the normal world and not seeing a group of people having sex while you have dinner,” I joke.
“Honestly, going home is hard. All the restrictions of life and decorum are there, and you can’t be this free spirit you are on the island,” she explains.
“You’re not like this at home?” I ask her.
“No. I’m this open at home. It’s just not as well received as it is here,” she explains.
“I think it’s great. I know what I get with you and where I stand. It’s refreshing.”
“Most people enjoy it at the start, but the shine wears off it quickly,” she says quietly, and I realize I’ve touched on a tender subject.
“Did you say there were clubs around the world?” I ask, changing the subject.
Harper’s face lights up. “Yes. They are in all the amazing cities, from Paris, London, Rome, and of course, New York, LA, and so on. But nothing like this. This is unique. There are plans to create more on secluded islands around the world. The company has been trialing this superyacht that is moored off Monaco and it’s so much fun, especially during the F1.”
“Sounds like I’ve been missing out.” An entire new world has just opened before me.
“Now that you know, you never have to worry about missing out again.” She grins as we continue to walk back to our bungalows.
“Can I ask, how did you get involved in all this?”
“My brother’s best friend is the brainchild. We grew up with eyes on us constantly. The boys used to end up in the gossip pages for their antics, which would, in turn, lead to them getting into trouble with our parents for having fun. My brother’s best friend came up with the idea, he used his trust fund to fund it, and here we are. As I mentioned earlier, my brother and I are silent investors due to our family’s name. We invested in the island portion, not the clubs, as you can imagine, trying to raise money for something that is a secret is hard. Plus, he didn’t want to be in business with people he didn’t trust.”
“Pretty great investment,” I say as we continue to walk. “And you have your PR company as well.” Harper nods. “You like doing that?”
“Yeah. I love it. I was one of the first agencies in New York to incorporate the influencer space into my company. We have an agency that represents and manages the influencers as well as PR for brands. The two connect seamlessly.”
“Not only are you beautiful, you’re smart, too,” I add cheekily.
“Are you saying not all beautiful women are smart?” she asks, raising a brow at me.
“No, no, no, not at all,” I add quickly. “This was me trying to flirt with you.”
Harper then bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m so used to men being assholes that I instantly became defensive.”
“Sorry, you make me nervous,” I confess.
Harper stops walking, “Me?” she asks, seemingly confused.
“Um, yeah. You’re this intelligent, funny, smoking-hot woman. Who wouldn’t be nervous around you?” I tell her.
“Aw. Thanks, that was a really nice thing to say. I think I needed to hear that, my confidence has taken a dive since Josh.”
“Wouldn’t have known.”
“I’m great at putting on a smile and pretending everything is okay.”
“That sounds healthy,” I tease.
Harper chuckles. “It’s not. I love my parents, they were great, but I was taught from a young age that I needed to smile, be pleasant, and not make a fuss. I had to be the perfect society belle,” she says, letting out a sigh. “It’s why I keep my inner circle small. I can let the real me be free compared to the one that is always on.” She shakes her head. “Wow, I’m just spilling problems to you, such a turn on.” She laughs in a self-deprecating way.
“I like that you feel comfortable spilling them to me.”
“You’re easy to talk to, or it’s the champagne.”
“I’m going to take all the credit on this one.” I chuckle. “But I get what you’re saying. I do the same. When you live your life in the public eye, you can’t always let your guard down, and when you do, and the people fuck you over, it sucks. You start to second-guess everything.”
“At least Josh only fucked his intern, not my best friend,” she says, giving me a sad smile. “That level of betrayal is hard to move on from. You deserved better than what those two did to you, I hope you know that,” she adds.
“Thanks.” I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling out of my depth suddenly as the conversation turns to me.
“I think you’ve handled the situation pretty well considering, except for the public blow job.”
I look up at her and we burst out laughing together. “Guess I now know where the line is with everyone.”
“See, silver lining.” She giggles.
“This is true. If I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t have ended up here with you.”
“You just can’t help flirting, can you?”
“Not around you,” I add.
Harper shakes her head. “It’s not happening. Issy would kill me if we hooked up.”
“I get it,” I say, disappointed.
“Urgh. You’re so Canadian nice. Which is hot.” She groans before shaking whatever thought entered her mind. “Anyway, this is me.” I’d been so lost in our conversation that I didn’t realize we had arrived back at our bungalows. I don’t want the night to end here.
“I was going to head to the beach and check out the stars. I could never see them in LA. Did you want to join me?”
Harper chews on her bottom lip as she mulls over my request. “I probably shouldn’t.”
Oh.
“It’s fine. Thanks for a great night. I had fun. Guess I’ll see you around then,” I tell her.
“Maybe we can catch up for dinner again tomorrow night, catch up on what the other did?” she asks.
I nod. “I’d like that,” I tell her as I give her a small wave and head off along the path toward the beach. I need to get over this tiny crush I’ve started to develop on Harper. As much as she might find me attractive, she’s not going to step over that line because of her friendship with Issy. Dammit, Issy. Why are you being a cockblock?
I step onto the beach and look out at the night sky touching the inky dark water. You can hear the gentle lapping waves as they break along the shore. The moon looks like a silverly quarter in the sky as it illuminates the ground around me. The random animal sounds coming from the jungle are giving me the creeps. There’s a white sun lounger, and I head over to it and lay down, staring up at the sky and taking in all the stars sparkling for as far as the eye can see. I miss this. Miss sitting in nature and enjoying the quiet. Then my mind starts to wander into dirty territory, remembering the orgy I watched over dinner and my dick is hard. Quickly, I scan the beach, hoping no one is around as I pull my dick out. Does it matter if someone sees you? You’re on a sex island. True. Still getting used to that. My hand wraps around my cock and a moan falls from my lips as I close my eyes and start to jerk myself. The images behind my lids move from the orgy to Harper and the blue dress she was wearing for dinner. She’s so fucking sexy. I couldn’t decide over dinner whether I wanted to slide the sparkly strap off her shoulder exposing her tit to me so I could suck on it, nipping her hardened nipple that was staring at me all night, or slide my hand up under the hem of the short dress to see if she was wearing any underwear. I can imagine her going commando, the fucking tease. My dick leaks at the thought of sliding my hand between her thighs and inside of her while we continued eating. I would have loved watching her cheeks pinken as I slipped my finger inside her as she tried to pretend nothing was happening.
“Oh.” A female gasp pulls me from my fantasy, and when I open my eyes, the woman that has put me in this situation is standing in the darkness staring at my dick. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your alone time,” she says as she turns away and moves to leave.
Fuck. I don’t want her to go.
“I was thinking about you.” The entire forest goes silent as if they, too, can’t believe I opened my mouth and said that.
“Excuse me?” Harper asks.
Quickly, I tuck myself back into my pants and stand up, she has her arms folded across her chest with a frown on her face.
“I heard you today,” I say.
“Heard me?”
I swallow. Fuck. I am messing this up. “With your host.” Her eyes widen. “It was hot.” Harper opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again. “Hearing your moans got me hard.”
“It did?”
I nod. “Listening to you getting off while Sunny was on her knees was the best introduction to The Paradise Club I could have ever had.”
Harper stares at me in disbelief as if she can’t quite believe what I am saying. “And is that why you had your hand around your cock in the dark?”
“Honestly?” I ask. She nods. “I was thinking about if you were wearing underwear or not at dinner.”
“That’s what you were thinking about as you started to jerk off?”
“That, and what it would have been like to slip my fingers inside you at the dinner table.” I’ve come this far, might as well keep going.
“You were thinking that?” She seems surprised.
I nod. “You look stunning and that blue dress …” I gesture with my head at her. “The things I wanted to do to you in that dress.”
“You were thinking all of that while at dinner?”
“Yeah.”
“I had no idea.”
“I didn’t want to appear creepy, but I guess I’m doing that now,” I confess, sliding my hand up to the back of my neck and scratching it nervously. I may have ruined the start of a great friendship because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. You’re not meant to keep your dick in your pants, this is Paradise.
“Why didn’t you call Sunny to help?” she asks.
“Because I was here alone, and my dick got hard so I thought I would deal with it.”
“Is that why you invited me to watch the stars?”
I shake my head. “No. Honestly, I didn’t want the night to end. I was having fun, and I would have loved to continue chatting.” She seems skeptical and I don’t blame her. “My mind wandered while I was laying here, I started thinking about the orgy we watched at dinner, and then I remembered your moans from this afternoon, and then my mind went to fingering you under the table.”
“What could you hear?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“Whatever he was doing to you, you really liked it.”
“I did. He knows what he is doing,” she tells me.
“Sounded like it.”
“And you didn’t like what Sunny was doing to you?” she asks.
“I very much liked Sunny’s mouth on my cock. The extra ambiance was a bonus,” I state.
“What else did you do with her?”
I still, contemplating what she’s asking. “I bent her over the bed and fucked her.”
“And is that all?”
I shake my head. “No, she gave me a massage, and then when I turned over, she jumped on my dick and rode me.” My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I need to rearrange it as it’s becoming painful. Harper smirks at my movements.
“You think I’m going to be able to fuck as good as her?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
“And you think you’d be able to fuck me as well as Dom did? Seeing as he had me screaming my lungs out all afternoon.”
“I have faith in my skills,” I tell her.
“Interesting.” She chuckles, her eyes falling on my dick. “You really believe what happens in Paradise stays in Paradise?”
I take a step toward her. “Yes.”
“You’re not going to be jealous if tomorrow you wake up to hearing Dom making me come again and again,” she asks.
“As long as I can have a taste, then no I won’t get jealous,” I tell her.
“But you will be if you don’t get to taste me, is that what you’re saying?” she teases. Fuck. She’s going to cockblock me. I can see it in her eyes, the thought of me going crazy wanting to fuck her while Dom gets her off is turning her on.
“You like the thought of someone else fucking you while I fantasize about doing the same?”
Harper smiles. “You put the idea in my head and now I can’t unsee it.”
“You like the thought of me sitting in the corner while Dom fucks you, and all I can do is touch myself, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” She grins.
“I’d try it.”
Those bright blue eyes widen in surprise. “You would?”
“I’d sit there and study every moan, every gasp that Dom pulls from your body. So that one day I could do it better,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she gasps, surprised at my answer.
“I bet your underwear is soaked at the thought of it.”
“I’m not wearing any underwear.” She grins and I bite my fist as a moan falls from my lips.
“Are you telling me your bare cunt was just there, and I couldn’t touch it?”
“Looks like you’ve quickly shed that sweet Canadian boy image.” She smirks, raising a brow.
“I’ll treat you like a lady outside of the bedroom and like a queen inside the bedroom.”
“Who wants to be treated like a queen when it’s more fun being a whore,” Harper states.
Fuck.
“Is that what you want, Harper?”
“Yes.”
“Then get on your knees,” I demand.
“Excuse me?”
“I said get on your fucking knees, Harper. You’re the reason my dick is so fucking hard.”
She stares at me for what feels like an eternity, and I think I’ve pushed her too far until I watch in slow motion as she does exactly what I asked. I swallow hard as Harper looks up at me from her knees, those blue eyes sparkling with desire and need. I unzip my pants and pull out my aching cock before taking a couple of steps toward her. My hand pumps it, making it harder, aching as my thumb runs over the end smearing my tip.
“Open.”
Harper does as she’s told and opens her mouth. Fuck she looks even better than any thoughts I could have envisioned. Then I slide my cock onto her tongue and before I know it, she has taken me all the way to the back of her throat. I start cursing in French as my hands reach out and tangle into her blonde locks.
“Fuck, Harper,” I groan as she glides her mouth up and down on my cock. “You feel so good. Yes,” I demand of her, thrusting into her mouth. “That’s it. Choke on it.” I feel her gag around me. “Such a good little whore, taking my fat cock down your throat.” Harper moans upon hearing my words. “You like me praising you for doing a good job, don’t you?” She hums again around my cock. Saliva is sliding down her chin and those blue eyes are welling with tears as I continue to fuck her face. Her mascara starts to run, her red lipstick smearing across her face, and fuck, if that isn’t beautiful. I grab her face and use my thumbs to wipe away her tears. “You look like a goddess,” I murmur to her. A flush blooms across her cheeks as she continues to suck me. “Yes, fuck, Harper, good God your mouth.” I groan. “Yes. Keep going. Yes. So close, so fucking close.” I groan. My thrusting starts to happen sporadically, I’m unable to keep my rhythm going as I get closer to the edge. “You’re going to take everything I give you. You better not waste a drop,” I tell her. She nods and hums around me. And then I’m done for. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” I groan as my balls tighten, but I don’t stop fucking her face. The next thing I know, she pushes me over the edge, and I hold her there as I come all the way down her throat. She hums as she swallows all of me, sending aftershocks down my spine. Then I watch as she slides off my cock with a pop, sits back on her heels, and looks up at me with a satisfied look as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“That was fun.” She grins before standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wait. What? She’s going to leave? “What about you?” I ask her.
Harper grins. “You haven’t earned that privilege yet.” I haven’t earned it. “Meet me for breakfast tomorrow at eight in my bungalow. Come through the pool area, it will be unlocked.”
“Okay.”
And then she’s gone.