19. Stuart
STUART
As we walk into the guesthouse for the second time this evening, soft music plays, and Genie says, “Welcome back. Champagne is chilling, and a hot bath awaits you. Please enjoy.”
“Genie, I thought we turned you off,” I say, confusing contorting my features.
“You did, but I reset to listening mode whenever someone leaves.”
“Genie, don’t tell me that you can set up champagne for guests,” Brooke says skeptically.
“You are correct. Housekeeping set it up and instructed me to tell you.”
“Thank you, Genie. But we need to shut you down again. Goodnight,” I say, pressing the button on the remote to deactivate the overzealous AI assistant. Did I just have a human-like conversation with a computer? This is too much.
“Are you sure we’re alone now?” Brooke asks.
“I am. You should enjoy the hot bath. If you’d like, I’ll bring you a glass of champagne.”
“If you don’t mind, that would be wonderful.”
As I pop the cork and pour two glasses, I can’t help thinking about my attraction to Brooke.
With each interaction, she lets me see a little more of who she is underneath the professional mask she hides behind.
Those glimpses make me desire her even more.
It’s becoming harder to fight off my feelings.
And, based on her lingering gazes and instant reaction to my touch, I suspect it’s becoming difficult for her too.
Her reason for denying our connection isn’t very convincing.
I don’t think she’ll lose her job if we spend the rest of my time here together.
In fact, maybe it wouldn’t have to end when I leave.
After all, I travel a lot and can be almost anywhere on short notice.
We could arrange to meet occasionally. Maybe she’ll be more comfortable with us taking the next step if it’s not just a quick fling.
With that thought, I take the champagne into the bathroom. The only light is from candles placed on the far ledge of the oversized tub. Brooke is leaning her back against one end of the tub, immersed under rose-scented bubbles. The soft light of the candles forms a warm glow around her face.
She’s a cross between a goddess and a temptress with the rounded curves of her breasts pushing the bubbles upward. My cock rises in appreciation. I’m glad it’s dark in here.
“Here’s your champagne. You look . . . umm . . . comfy,” I mumble, my voice a tad raspy.
She takes a sip of the champagne. “Mmm. I am. The water is perfect. You should join me,” she suggests as she tilts her head and taps her index finger against her lips.
I almost choke on my own sip of champagne. “Are you serious? If not, please don’t joke about that.”
“I’m not joking. This is as big as an outdoor hot tub. There’s plenty of room. I have one rule though. You need to change into swim trunks,” she requests, sitting up and revealing that she’s wearing a strapless bikini top that was hidden by the bubbles.
I suspect she’s wearing the bottoms as well. Regardless, she’s still steaming hot.
I chuckle, “You are so bad. I thought . . . well . . . you know what I thought. Never mind. I’ll still take you up on the invitation.”
“Good.”
I’m not sure what she’s thinking. She’s flirting and teasing. Neither of us has had much to drink tonight, so we’ll see how this plays out. All I know is that I want to be near her, no matter what rules she wants to set. So, I quickly change into a loose pair of swim trunks from the closet.
Moments later, I’m back at the side of the tub. “Is the invitation still open?”
“Absolutely. I’ll scoot over. There are side-by-side lounges molded into the tub that was made for two.”
I step over the edge. As I slide under the water beside her, my toe nudges the side of her hip. Sure enough, she’s wearing the bikini bottoms as well.
Once I’m settled into the curves of the tub, I offer a toast, “Here’s to happiness, adventure, and sharing both with those special to us.”
As we clink glasses and drink, I wonder if I just revealed more than I’d intended. It shouldn’t bother me to admit that she’s special to me even if this never goes anywhere. So why does that make me so uneasy?
I’m spared more self-analysis when Brooke chimes in, “I must say, I’m a tad suspicious about your driver’s sudden illness. Our need to spend the night in a guesthouse with only one bed feels like a setup. Did you have anything to do with it?”
“No. I swear that this is not my doing. The same question crossed my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder if my friends are doing a little matchmaking, so I texted my driver. He swears he’s unable to safely drive us tonight. I’m happy to show you the text if you don’t believe me.”
“No. I believe you. Plus, I’m not complaining about a night at the beach. Waking up to the view of the ocean sounds incredible after today. Thanks for making my wish come true. It’s been a great afternoon and evening.”
“I’m glad. You deserve it,” I say, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.
When she lays her head on my bare chest, a shudder of pleasure radiates down my body. Our chemistry is like a volcano ready to erupt.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks.
“Of course. What is it?”
“When Sean knocked on the door earlier, I was relieved but disappointed at the same time. I knew he saved us from ourselves. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to be saved. Maybe this is fate telling us that we’re meant to spend tonight together.”
“There’s nothing I would love more, but I need to ask. Are you sure?”
“I am.”
“You know you can change your mind at any point, right?”
“I know, but I won’t. Please kiss me. Now,” she says with conviction, turning to straddle my lap.
“Your wish is my delight.”
I kiss her with unbridled passion and appreciation.
Our lips meld as I push her damp hair away from her face.
My kisses move down her neck as she tilts her head back, giving me perfect access.
Her encouraging moans guide me to her favorite spots.
In recognition, I spend extra time around her ear. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so good,” she groans, wiggling against my rock-hard cock, demanding more.
I quickly grasp her hips, stilling them. “I’m thrilled at your enthusiasm, but not so fast, love. I doubt either of us want this to be over before it starts,” I chuckle.
Reaching up, I pull her top over her head, freeing her glorious breasts. Taking one in my left hand, I massage gently while letting my mouth give the other the attention it deserves.
“Mmm. You’re sooo good at that,” she purrs, arching her back while holding onto my shoulders as I switch my focus to her other side.
As my hand meanders downward, she leans in, letting her fingers gently scratch the surface of my chest, eliciting a growl of pleasure from me. “You’re killing me.”
“Don’t you dare die now. We’re not nearly done yet.”
I laugh. “I think I can hang on a little longer.”
My hand slips between her legs, causing her to jerk with a shiver before settling back against my hand. As I explore her folds, she rhythmically moves in sync with my fingers as she closes her eyes and bites her lower lip.
When she’s close, I sink a finger deep inside her, sliding it in and out again and again as her moans grow louder.
It’s not long before she throws her head back and lets go, her orgasm taking over as she pulses hard against my hand. I don’t stop my ministrations until she collapses against my chest. Cradling her head, I happily hold her until her breathing slows.
She leans back, reaching to take my grateful cock in her hand. “Would you prefer to stay here or try out the king-sized bed?”
“It’s the lady’s choice. What would you like?”
“Let’s check out the bed.”
Not wanting to waste a second, I move her aside and step out of the tub. I bend down, lifting her out and wrapping her legs behind my back. With my hands firmly secured under her perfectly round butt cheeks, I walk her to the bedroom, water dripping onto the marble floors.
“We’re going to get the sheets wet,” Brooke warns.
“Oh, you can count on that,” I smirk.
She playfully slaps me on the back, laughing. “You really are such a bad boy. And I love it.”
“You’re going to have more to love in just a minute,” I promise, laying her back against the cool, white satin sheets.
I nudge her legs apart, placing my knee below the top of the vee as I lean down to kiss her mouth. Grazing her lip with my teeth, I whisper, “I want to taste every part of you. Are you good with that?”
“Uh huh,” she manages between ragged breaths.
Slipping down her body, I slide my hands under her perfect ass. Tilting it slightly upward, I bury my head between her legs, thoroughly tasting and teasing every inch of her. She’s absolutely everything I imagined as she winds her fingers into my hair, holding me against her.
Soon, she’s wiggling and moaning as she reaches the precipice.
Despite her protests, I pull back, explaining, “I want to be inside you.” I quickly reach for my wallet on the bedside table, retrieving the only condom I have with me.
Rolling it on, I position myself at her entrance, as she wraps her arms around my back, staring at me in anticipation.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing my body to cooperate and make this last a respectable amount of time. Releasing the air from my lungs, I thrust inside her. She sucks in a breath, gripping my back. I pause, letting her adjust.
When she taps on my back, I gently begin moving in and out. As I begin thrusting harder and faster, she moves with me. Our bodies are in beautiful sync with each other, which is making it even harder to hold back.
Through heavy breaths, I groan, “Forgive me, but you feel too good. I can’t last much longer. Next time, it will be better. I promise.”
“Don’t hold back. Give it to me,” she begs.
I do as she asks, and we both go over the edge together. My vision blurs as my body is overcome with pleasure.
I clutch her tightly as we slowly float back to earth. That’s when it hits me that I’ve never experienced this type of connection before. It’s wonderful and frightening at the same time.
“I can’t believe I almost missed out on this,” she murmurs.
I’m so glad she didn’t run away from us this time, but I don’t share that thought out loud.
And I’m not sure I’m ready for what happens next, whatever it is.