Chapter Seven

Stuart

Rose’s thighs drape apart for me like I knew they would. Her head falls back and she closes her eyes, ready to take all that I have to give her.

I work over her nub through the cotton, feeling how it soaks and sops against the fabric, and then I snap and expose her to the sunlight in one deft motion. Her panties tangle around my fist and end up somewhere in the sand down below. It doesn’t matter. All I care about is feeling her smooth, wet pussy against my hard, rough fingers. They’re such a perfect combination.

I think we might have been made for each other.

“Do you feel better now?” I ask, staying close to her ear, enjoying the way she wilts against me when I excite the little nerve endings on her neck and right behind her earlobe.

“Yes,” she groans, bucking against my hand. She places her own palms behind her for balance as she grinds forward. “Yes, I feel better.”

I flick my fingers over her nub again and again, sending her eyeballs rolling way back in her head, and I’m seriously thinking about burying my head between her legs and eating her out on this big rock, right in front of the villa, too. Fuck it, right? This is Mystique Island.

“Oh, yeah,” Rose moans as she nears orgasm.

I slip two fingers inside of her and feel her muscles twist around my fingers, begging for my cock. I can almost hear her pussy calling to him, like they’re soulmates... and I want to do everything with her. I want to eat her out. I want to fuck her. But right now, I’m just going to make her explode. Then we can worry about me.

I pump her hard with two fingers, pressing my thumb against her clit to really drive all the sensation home. She shudders and calls out to me like she needs help. “It’s too much,” she begs, eyes still squeezed shut. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Baby girl, I’m not going to help you,” I tell her, only driving harder into that airtight snatch. “I’m the one doing it to you.”

“Ohhh,” she cries out, and her slick, clear juice pours from between her legs, squirting down onto the rock. My eyes follow it, enjoying the sight, the physical evidence of her pleasure... and then they fall onto some asshole in a mask, standing in front of our rock, watching.

Well, not just watching.

He’s also got a huge boner he’s trying to polish off right now.

I scowl down at him, even though it’s probably my fault for loudly fingering her on top of a giant rock on a trail. I don’t mean to but as I’m glaring at this guy, trying to decide how best to oust him from our area, Rose starts coming down from her powerful orgasm and straightening her back. Her eyes open. And there Mr. Happy is, wanking away.

Rose doesn’t have as controlled or contemplative of an approach as I do.

She flings her hands up to her mouth and screams bloody murder.

To his credit, Mr. Happy seems genuinely confused and kind of offended. He shakes his head at us and scowls. “What?” he asks, and stops squeezing down on his member. “Why are you out-fucking-side if you’re not exhibitionists?”

“He has a point, baby,” I gently inform Rose, collecting her from the rock and helping her down. Her eyes bulge at the interloper.

“What a man and a woman do in the privacy of their own—rock—is no one’s business!” Rose insists and marches back into the villa.

I watch her go, deflating, then turn back to Mr. Happy. “Sorry about that. We weren’t thinking. She’s new.”

“Yeah, well, maybe she doesn’t belong here,” he suggests, going down the trail toward the beach. “You know what this place is. Either invite big girls, or don’t come.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him. “She’s an adult, and we’re all adults here, so take a little rejection worth a grain of salt, will you? You startled her. That kind of thing happens all the time and you know it.”

Mr. Happy keeps marching. I guess I would be upset if I were him, too. He probably thought he was going to get the chance to stick it inside her but fuck that. Not on my watch.

I linger for a few minutes, take in this moment. I don’t want Rose to feel uncomfortable. I want her to understand she’s safe here with me. That she can relax.

I head back into the villa and find Rose stepping out of the shower, hair twisted up in a towel and a bathrobe on.

“You don’t need to cover up for me,” I tell her, tugging playfully at the robe. “It’s just us in here.”

“I think I need a little space,” Rose tells me, placing out an open palm to me, like she’s going to block an advance.

I furrow my brow and remove my hand from her bathrobe. “You’ve got it. Are you okay, though?”

“I was just... startled.” She shakes her head and gives up an intense little shudder, too. “So weird. But I guess it’s my fault for coming to a sex party.”

“You didn’t—” My scowl deepens. “You didn’t come to a sex party. You’ve never been to a sex party. Those are here, yes, but you came on my Wish List. You came directly to me and only for me. We were the ones who lost track of ourselves and started getting off right on a hiking trail, Rose. We were asking for it. Something like that could have happened back in America.”

“I guess.” Rose looks at me and shakes her head. “But I got ahead of myself when I came here. I know that now.”

I take a deep breath and reconsider arguing with the girl. I don’t want to make her more upset and scare her away from Mystique.

“All right,” I say, “I see what you’re saying, and I respect that. I need to visit a friend of mine... He’s actually the owner of the island. I want to ask him for some advice. I’ll be right back. And you’ll stay right here, won’t you?”

Rose twists her mouth from side to side. “Are you going to stop and masturbate at anyone? I’ve heard that’s the thing to do around here.”

“No,” I assure her, “and you’ve got to relax, Rose. Being here doesn’t mean you have to be anything. Just be yourself. Relax.” I sweep my palms toward her, like I’m soothing her energy myself, and I almost remind her that we only have one more night and one more day here before it’s all over. But I don’t. I don’t know if that would comfort her or not. What do you do when your guest is freaked out? “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she says, and I go. I need to talk to somebody, and I think I know just the guy. He knows more about this island than anyone else.