“Yep.” Gareth shrugged, not giving me anymore answers.
“What’s it mean?”
He smiled. “Tell you what. You stay and dance with me, and I might tell you.”
“You will tell me or you might.”
“Might.”
I grinned as he took my hand and started to pull me into the crowd.
Bodies swirled around us as the music pulsed, and I gasped as I felt Gareth move behind me. His hands went to my hips and pulled me back against him as he started to sway to the beat. I bit my lip, feeling that hard, chiseled body press against my mostly bare back, and feeling something thick in his shorts pressed into my ass.
The music pulsed deeper and hotter, and slowly, I let go. I let myself drape into him, gasped when his hands slid up and down my sides, and I raised my hands in the air, letting my fingers stream through my hair as I just let go and let myself dance against this third gorgeous man.
Gareth’s hands got bolder, lingering on my hip, slipping over my ass, and brushing against the sides of my breasts just enough that before long, I was feeling the ache of something warm between my legs. Part of me thought about stepping back, and removing myself from this situation. After all, he may have been insanely hot, and an amazing dancer, and seemingly pushing all of my buttons. And I may have really wanted this to happen. But then, I’d just slept with both his friends the night before.
But the other part of me rolled it’s eyes at the first. Yeah, I’d had a three-way with two friends. It’s not like I was dating them.
And I wanted this. Call it adding more fuel to this crazy, totally-not-me vacation-sex thing I’d apparently decided to embark on, but it was there.
I wanted this, and I wanted him.
I let myself sink back into Gareth, feeling him growl into my ear as the big bulge in his shorts pressed into my ass. His hands slid up my torso, brushing against my breasts, but this time, they lingered. He seemed to pause, and I found myself nodding as I turned to look up into his eyes. There was something fierce there, something hot and something raw, and I moaned as his hand slowly moved over my breast. I slipped my hand up to his hair as he leaned in, and then he was kissing me hard.
I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, his hand full-on palming my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipple through the thin bikini top. His other hand dropped to my waist and then slid over my bare tummy, and I shivered.
The music pumped, and he ground his thick cock into my ass, pulling me tight against him and letting me feel every damn inch of it. I whimpered as his hand slipped under the cup of my bikini, and for a moment, I worried about people seeing. But then, it was dark, and the crowd was already all-over each other — couples around us grinding and kissing and more.
And no one knew me here, so who cared?
Gareth’s hand on my belly suddenly slid down, his fingertips moving under the hem of my skirt and lower still until he froze.
My face went bright red.
Panties, right. The one’s I’d neglected to put on because I’d come here with the sole purpose of taking Foster and Zane back to my room. I felt Gareth’s lips brush my ear.
“Dirty girl,” he growled, making me whimper as his fingers teased lower towards my lips.
“Maybe we— I mean, maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You really want me to stop?” he growled.
“No,” I gasped, pushing my ass back into his bulge.
His finger pushed lower, and I moaned as they slid over my wetness and slipped against my opening. Gareth’ fingers curled, two of them pushing inside my slippery pussy as his thumb brushed my clit.
He pulled me against him, his cock pulsing against my ass as he slowly started to finger me in tempo with the beat. His lips found my ear, teeth grazing me as he toyed with my nipple and plunged his fingers in and out of my soaking wet slit. It felt so wild, and I felt so unhinged letting a man I’d just met do this to me right in the middle of the dance floor, but it was insanely hot. It was so hot that I found myself rocketing towards that edge faster than I’d have ever imagined. I moaned as I rocked my hips against his hand, my nipple hard and electric under his fingers, and my pussy clinging to every thrust of his magic fingers.
“I— I think—”
“You’re gonna come for me, gorgeous,” Gareth rasped into my ear.
“Here?”
“Right fucking here.” I want this sweet little pussy to come all over my fingers, right in front of everyone,” he growled. “And I want it to come right the fuck now.”
My eyes rolled back in my head and legs almost gave out right as the orgasm slammed into me. I sagged against him, my legs going weak as the climax tore through me, bringing a cry to my lips that the music luckily covered as I came right there on the dance floor.
Holy shit.
Slowly, I came to my senses as Gareth pulled his hand from under my skirt. I turned, looking at him in awe and in raw lust as he brought the fingers to his mouth and hungrily licked them clean.
“Fuck do I want more of you,” he growled, yanking me close. I moaned as he kissed me, his hand roughly grabbing my ass and his cock pulling hot and hard under his shorts.
“Dude!”
The sound of Zane’s voice broke us apart, and I staggered back, my breath in my throat as I saw Foster and Zane standing beside us. They both let their eyes wander over me — my blushing face, my not-quite-on bikini top, my panting breath.
They grinned.
God, they knew. They knew and they were grinning.
“Hi again,” Foster said with a wink. “Having fun?”
My face went beet red as I bit my lip.
Quickly though, they turned to Gareth. “We gotta run.”
Gareth frowned. “Now?”
“Now, man!” Zane said, his voice edged. “Boss moved plans up. Job’s tonight.”
“Fuck,” Gareth swore. “Do we know who—”
He shut his mouth as they all turned to me.
“I’m sorry, Cassandra, we really need to go,” Zane said quickly, looking away.
“Um, okay?” I nodded as Gareth quickly darted in and kissed my cheek.
“Wait, are you guys around tomorrow?”
Foster’s jaw went tight. “We’ll be in touch, okay?” He frowned when I did, and he leaned in and kissed me. “Believe me, we’ll be in touch, Cassandra,” he whispered into my lips before pulling away.
And then they were gone, the three of them disappearing into the crowd and leaving me wondering what the heck was going on.
After that, I went to the bar for one more drink, killing it quickly before I decided it was time to call it a night. I walked barefoot back to my cabana, my mind whirling at what had just happened that night. Hell, over the last two nights.
I wondered who this new me was. This new me who let strangers finger her in beach dance parties, and who had threesomes with gorgeous, dangerous-looking men. She was crazy.
And hot.
And I didn’t know what was coming over me there in paradise, but I liked it.
Chapter 8