She laughed and nodded.
"Yes, Trent. You're a hottie with a body."
I laughed but just as quickly I started to worry. I debated about telling her anything else about myself but then I decided to anyway. What the fuck was I doing anyway? Trying to scare her off?
"I do play. Guitar I mean. And I like to do things with my hands. I guess I have time to do more of that now."
"Will you be okay? Not working?"
I nodded.
"I've always invested part of every check I ever got. A few of the guys have companies that I invested in. And I bought my house outright when I started to get big."
Her cheeks grew pink at the mention of the word 'big.'
"What about, you know. The sex."
I grinned at her.
"That was work. This is much, much more... satisfying."
She blushed even more.
"You don't have to say that, Trent."
"I'm not. It's not the same thing at all."
I pulled her into my lap.
"Not even close."
She leaned against my shoulder, her cheeks warm. I would never get tired of her sweetness and purity. Not for a minute.
Even if I did plan to make her... less pure.
"What would you like to do today? Snorkeling? Horseback riding? Laying around like beached whales?"
"Whales. Definitely whales."
I kissed her forehead.
"A woman after my own heart."
I carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed.
"But first, you probably want something to wear."
Her eyes were huge as I opened the luggage, bikinis and silk dresses spilling out everywhere.
"Trent! What is all this?"
I grinned at her.
"I'm spoiling you. Let me. Please."
She chewed her lip.
"I'm not used to this. To any of it."
I pulled out a turquoise bikini with a matching sarong. Nothing too scandalous. But it was sexy as hell. And it would look amazing on her.
"But could you get used to it?"
She smiled at me.
"It's lovely. And... I could try."
That was good enough for me.
Lexi
I tasted another bite of the mango guacamole. It was part of the never-ending rounds of snacks and fruity cocktails. We were in a private cabana, lounging on a huge sectional couch with the curtains only open towards the sea.
It was utterly private. And if we shut the curtains, we would essentially be alone, but... not.
I couldn't help but think of the possibilities.
Trent had created a monster. A horny, pent up, sex monster.
I licked my fingers, letting my eyes travel up and down his body. He was wearing board shorts. His skin was tanned. His bulging muscles were... well, bulging.
So was his cock.
I looked up when he laughed. He must have caught me looking. And that made him hard.
How... interesting.
I did that, just by looking?
"Do that again."
"What?"
He scooped some guac onto his finger and held it out to me.
"Lick."
I hesitated for just a second before pulling his finger into my mouth. I sucked it gently, running my tongue up and down the sides. Then I twirled my tongue against the tip.
His eyes were wide as he watched me. I smiled as he pulled his finger free. He scooped up another healthy dollop of the guac.
"Again."
I smiled, deciding to play with him. This time I took my time, licking from the base to the tip. Once his finger was clean, I bit it.
He groaned and tossed me onto my back. He was kissing me and grinding me like a wild man. I gasped, wrapping my legs around him as he undid the straps of my string bikini.
He stood, tearing himself away from me.
Then he stared at me as he closed the curtains, tying them shut.
"Lay on your stomach."
I glanced at him, wondering what he was up to. He was pulling out a bottle of something. It looked like oil.
I faced down, resting my cheek on my hands.
I could see his shorts hit the ground. Then I saw him pour some oil onto his hands and do something with it. It took a moment for me to realize what he was doing.
He was rubbing it on his cock.
He straddled my back, his hard on laying against me. Then he started rubbing the oil into my skin. He kneaded my shoulders, working his way down my body. I moaned. He was good at this.
Hell, he was good at everything.
It was ten minutes later when he reached my bottom. I felt like jello. I'd never been so relaxed in my life. He was rubbing my ass, his cock laying between my cheeks.
He slid further down my body and I felt his tongue pressing against my ass.
"Trent? What are you doing?"
"Shhhh... it's okay. I thought we could try this today instead, since you are sore."
He wanted to-he wanted to put that in my-
"Ohhhhh..."
I moaned as his tongue pressed inside me. It felt shockingly good. It felt like it should be illegal.
Actually, I think it was illegal in several states.
He worked his tongue into my ass again and again. Eventually he added a finger. Then another. His other hand rubbed my breast where it lay against the cushions. Then it drifter lower, reaching my clit.
I gasped as his fingers toyed with me. I was getting close. I wanted that pressure. But he was still being gentle.