Chapter Three
Emily
A knock echoesthrough my room. I take in a deep breath and straighten my clothes upon standing.
He’s standing in front of me, looking like a tall drink of water.
“Are you ready for a special night out?” he asks, handing me a single flower.
I take the flower and smell it.
“Hi. Yeah, just about. Come on in, let me just finish up.”
The hotel that, incidentally, we are both staying at, is an all-inclusive hotel along a secluded bay. Beyond the tree line of palm trees just beyond the pool are glistening blue waters with waves that crash against white sands. The hotel greenery surrounds it on the side that isn’t facing the water and runs the entire length of the bay. My room hosts a dining area and a wraparound couch apart from the king-sized bed with a view of the ocean off the balcony. While this suite is likely meant for more than one person, I’m enjoying the opulence and space that I’ve worked so hard to afford all these years. And finally, taking a week-long vacation with that hard-earned money after not taking time off from work in years.
We arrived at our resort earlier today with plans to meet up for dinner at one of the many restaurants on site. Since each restaurant offers different cuisines, we opted for Italian for the night.
“You look beautiful, by the way. And holy mother-of-pearl! Look at this room! It’s huge. You have a couch? Whoa, jeez! Look at that view.” He walks around my room in shock. His mouth slacked with each crook and nanny of the room. “How the hell did you score this room? Wait, what do you do again?” he looks at me and I shake my head.
“I used my points,” I shrug, lying. “You ready?” I toss my clutch between my hands, back and forth.
He’s standing next to the window, looking out into the night with a whimsical look in his eyes before he looks at me and smiles.
“You betcha.”
We make our way to the golf cart that sits at the end of the hallway waiting for us. I ordered one while I had him wait inside my room as I got my shoes strapped.
I climb in first and he looks at me, confused.
“It’s a good walk to the other side of the hotel,” I explain.
He slides in beside me and places his arm behind me. “I’ve got a lot to learn.” He grins.
Once at the restaurant, the server reads off the specials and we order. Once we’re left alone, I intertwine my fingers in front of me on top of the table.
“Gavin.” I start, catching his attention from looking at the drink menu. He sets it down as he notices my serious tone.
“Emily,” he returns.
“We need to discuss terms.”
“Terms? Are we arranging for a transaction?” he grins.
“Of sorts.” I lift one shoulder and return his grin.
“Okay, I’m all ears. Shoot.”
“We’re here on vacation. Separately. There is an attraction, I will admit that. But I’m not here to fall in love. I’m not here to start a relationship. I’m here to unwind from work and have a good time.”
“Okay,” he nods.
“And, well, technically, you can be the good time.”
“I can be ‘the good time’.” He repeats.
“Exactly. But nothing more. Like I mentioned at the airport bar. I don’t want to know the gritty details of your life. Sure, if we divulge minor details, that’s okay. But I’m not going to share my life’s secrets with you or confide my deepest secrets to you.”
“Fair enough. So, what does this ‘good time’ of yours entail? You want to hang out, do some puzzles on the balcony, sit by the pool?” He grabs the glass of water and brings it to his lips.
“Sex,” I reply bluntly.
He almost chokes on his beverage. Places it down on the table and grabs his napkin to wipe away the excess water that dribbled down his chin.
“Sex?” his eyebrows raise as he clarifies.
“If you don’t agree, I’m not desperate and won’t go knocking on the next guy’s door. You’re here, I’m here. So why not fill up a carnal need? Sex. And better than just sex, vacation sex.”
“I’m certainly shocked.”
“I can imagine. I know we just met earlier today, but why not grab the bull by the horns?”
“That’s putting it lightly. Okay, so say that I agree with this. What do I have to do? Are you into weird shit?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Not in the slightest. I’m just offering this. You aren’t obliged to agree. I think it’ll be something fun to add to the mix of a luxury vacation in a beautiful spot.”
“I mean, it’s not like it would make this vacation crappy or anything. I’m a good lay, at least that’s what my exes have said, the good ones. You don’t want to listen to the other ones. They have nothing nice to say. But why not? Just call me your good time, and we’re set to go.” He rambles.
All right, then we have an agreement. I feel it is important to have some firm rules in place for this arrangement.
“Are you a contract negotiator? You seem pretty cool and collected, as if you do stuff like this regularly.”
I laugh. “I manage people and projects. My boss does all the negotiating on my end. Let’s just say that I’m old enough to know what I want and how to get it.”
“And you want me.” He states.
“I will admit, yes. I do.”
“I’m so glad that I sat next to you at the bar.” He smiles.
“Sir. Madam. Your entrees.” Our server and another step up beside our table and begin placing plates in front of us.
We indulged in some casual conversation after our meal and then began our adventure of exploring the grounds.
“Have you ever been here before?” I ask him while we walk past the pool.
“No, this would be my first time. I try to squeeze in a trip once a year to refresh. Kind of like hitting a button to pause life, reset, and then resume to get back to the grind. You?”
“Honestly, the last vacation was probably five years ago, maybe more. Where were you last year?”
“Last year, I was in Costa Rica. That trip was pretty great. Some good hiking, some sloths and monkeys, and lots of ceviche.”
I notice the poolside bar has dim lights and a few people milling around.
“Drink?” I ask.
“Absolutely. I chose all-inclusive for a reason.”
We stand in front of the bar ender and order our drinks. A Moscow mule for me and a margarita for him and take a seat nearby.
“Do you have anything planned for while you’re here?” he asks.
“I plan to sit by the pool, go to the spa, maybe do something adventurous. I haven’t honestly planned anything. What about you?”
“Well, to be honest, I have something planned for each day.”
“Oh, do you now? What kind of things? Spark my interest.” I joke.
“Well, one of the most majestic temples is nearby, Chichen Itza. I was planning to go see that. I plan to swim in the Gran Cenote. I was also looking at doing an ATV tour.”
“A what?” I look at him quizzically.
“Yeah, you start with a local guide. And drive to different Cenotes, where you can swim and stuff. It’s pretty cool. I usually book these and that’s how my trips are done, with locals.”
“Don’t they try to take advantage of you?” I ask with worry.
“They could, but if you do your research, you should be good. I have several picked. I just need to make sure that I confirm them. Are you wanting to travel out of the resort? See a little of Tulum?”
“I might be persuaded.”
We both knowwhat’s going to happen as soon as I open my room door. The sexual tension has been thick in the air between us. We haven’t said it out loud yet, but his pupils are dilated at the thought. His touch makes my heart beat faster, and my mouth is dry.
We all but rush inside after the green light flashes on the door panel. As soon as the door closes behind him and I turn around, my body is pressed against the wall.
His large hands flatten against my hips as his hands find their way against my skin and lift my dress while he presses against me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers against my lips.
“More than,” I reply.
“Good. I want to taste you.” And he does. He lashes his tongue out against my lips before pressing our lips together. His lips travel down my neck until he reaches my shoulder. His finger pulls down the strap of my shirt and he places a lingering kiss where the fabric is nestled on my skin. He repeats the same on my other shoulder. My hands hold on to his forearms until he lifts me and carries me to the couch. He gently places me down and lowers himself to his knees on the ground.
I lean up on my elbows and watch him pull my panties down. He pushes my legs apart and leans in, planting kisses on the inside of my thighs before his mouth covers my pussy. With one hand holding my legs apart, he dives in. His tongue licking my seam, the tip of his tongue fucking me, while his other hand’s fingers are intertwined with mine. My body reacts to the pleasure he gives me. My breathing is shallow by the pleasure brought upon me while he fucks me with his mouth. I hold his head while my pelvis moves against him, seeking my release, which starts when he hums against me.
My fingers thread through his hair and tighten.
After a few moments of my body quaking against his mouth. He kisses the inside of my thigh again and moves to sit up on the couch. My legs close and my breathing returns to normal.
“Want to watch a little television?” he asks.