Mia
During the flight, Tyler is unusually quiet and spends the majority of the six-hour flight with his earphones in and his music blaring, looking out of the window. I try to sleep, but it’s hard to let my brain switch off, my chest tight with worry for Tyler. So, when sleep doesn’t come, I watch a few movies to try to pass the time.
By the time we land at Punta Cana International Airport, it is safe to say I look and feel like a zombie. However, once we walk out of the airport, I don’t even care how tired I am because, as soon as I step outside, the glorious blue sky is worth the sleepless flight. After yesterday, I suddenly feel excited about our trip.
After going to the rental car services, we finally make our way to the Hard Rock Hotel, and I’m awed with my new and unfamiliar surroundings. I’m astonished to find so much greenery. Even at the side of the highway, the entire place is just lined up with trees. I comment on things here and there, but all I get from Tyler are grunted responses, his eyes only focused on the road in front of him as he navigates through Punta Cana.
Last night, when we left his parents’, he seemed excited about the trip, albeit still a little reluctant to leave his mom, but he seemed happy to be spending the next six days with me. However, now, with this new emotionless persona, I’m not too sure. I just pray he won’t be like this for the entire trip, as I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it, not again. It’s what happened after the miscarriage. He just distanced himself away from me until he was nonexistent, and I can’t put myself through that abandonment again. It broke me completely.
I understand his mom is dying, and I’m still trying to process that myself, but I want this vacation to be about us, to forget about everything and everyone, at least just for a little while.
Thirty minutes later, a giddy flutter erupts in my belly as I see a guitar-shaped sign with Hard Rock on the front as we approach the entrance. The rock-star experience starts from the minute we pull up, and two bellboys open our doors and greet us as we exit the car, immediately asking how our trip was. Promptly, one bellboy gathers our luggage from the trunk while the other takes the car rental keys from Tyler.
With nothing more to do, we enter the cool lobby, and my mouth drops open with wonder the instant our feet touch the marble floor. The distinct sound of “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N’ Roses can be heard through the immense sound system, making it seem like there’s a live concert happening in the main lobby. A Hall of Fame adorns the lobby with original outfits from Elvis Presley and guitars that belonged to B.B King, and bright paintings of John Lennon and Mick Jagger are hung on the walls.
“Wow,” I breathe, completely mesmerized, unable to believe we’re really here. It’s luxury at its finest.
I look to Tyler, and he doesn’t seem as fascinated as me. If anything, he looks as if he wishes he were anywhere but here, and that hurts my heart.
Tyler must have requested an early check-in before our arrival, as we check in and head straight to our room. When we let ourselves inside, my eyes grow wide as they fall on the hot tub in the center of the room.
A fricking hot tub!
I drop my purse on the bed and kick off my sneakers. I make my way to the patio doors that lead to the balcony. I swing the doors open, and I step onto the terrace. A peace settles over me as the early morning sun shines bright on me. The view of palm trees and the smell of the sea salt that emanates in the air tell me the beach is close by.
I turn, expecting Tyler to be behind me, but I frown when I see him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I make my way back inside and step between his legs, tilting his head to look up at me as I brush my fingers through his hair.
“Is everything okay?”
He tries to force out a smile, but it barely comes out as a grimace. “I guess I’m just a little tired.”
“Yeah, I’m a little tired, too,” I admit. “How about we order some room service and maybe try out that hot tub?” I ask suggestively with a sultry smile.
He briefly glances over at it before looking back up at me with zero interest. “Maybe later. I might try to get some sleep since I got none on the plane.”
I try to hide my disappointment with a forced smile.
We’re in the land of paradise, and all he wants to do is sleep.
I remind myself he’s tired, and that a little sleep is probably all he needs to shift his dark mood.
“Yeah, okay. Once the bellboys bring up our stuff, I’m gonna take a shower. Then, I’ll go grab a coffee and walk around for a bit while you sleep.”
I half-expect him to ask me to join him—it’s what I want him to ask me—but instead, all he says is, “Okay. Wake me in a few hours.”
I press a kiss to his forehead before I step away. Usually, he would undress to his boxers before bed, but he just slides up the bed, and within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he passes out. I feel even worse for my irritation with him as I hear his gentle snores, realizing how exhausted he must be.
A bellboy arrives shortly with our luggage, and after tipping him, I unpack all of our things and head for a shower.
Once showered, I change into a pair of denim shorts, a red bikini top, and a cute little cover-up. I pair it up with my red flip-flops, and after grabbing my room key card and sunglasses, I head out to check out the resort, leaving my sleeping man behind. I hope, with a little shut-eye, he’ll be more like himself once he wakes up.
I grab a much-needed Americano and a chocolate croissant from the café close to the lobby before setting off on my journey around the resort.
I spend a good hour walking around, and I’m amazed to find this place has a spa, a gym, a casino, mini golf, and just about a gazillion pools. There are also little boutique shops within the resort. I even see signs for a nightclub, a theater, and an on-sight golf course.
It’s unreal.
The place seems like a maze to me, but I manage to find my way to the private beach. The golden sand feels soft between my toes as I walk along the beach, barefoot. As I gaze out to the clear blue sea, which starts off turquoise and then fades to a darker shade of blue the deeper the water gets, the peace I felt the instant I stepped on the terrace earlier settles over me like a blanket.
It’s breathtaking. I don’t think I’ve seen anything so beautiful.
I had no idea I needed this, but being here in the glorious hot sunshine and next to the tranquil waters of the Atlantic Ocean, I feel every one of my problems just fading away.
I can breathe better than I have in a long time.
I just wish Tyler were here in this moment with me. I want him to see this, to feel this sense of calm I’m experiencing right now.
After walking along the sand for a while longer, I get a little thirsty from the mixture of the walk and heat, so I stop off at one of the nearby pool bars and grab a bottled water before returning to my room that’s on the other side of the resort.
I enter my room shortly after and notice Tyler hasn’t moved an inch off the bed, still in the same position he was in when I left. I slide out of my flip-flops and sit beside Tyler.
I brush my fingers through his hair and whisper, “Tyler, baby, wake up.”
He stirs, his eyes fluttering open.
“Hi,” I say as his green eyes fall on me. I press a kiss against his cheek as he rouses from sleep. “You feel a little better after your sleep?”
He simply nods. “What time is it?” he asks on a yawn, turning over onto his back.
I glance at the clock on the side table. “It’s almost midday,” I reply. “This place is amazing by the way. I went down to the beach before, and it’s incredible, Tyler. So calming and peaceful,” I gush with a huge smile on my face.
“Yeah?” Tyler asks with a little happiness back in his voice, stretching his arms out.
“Why don’t you get changed, and we can head down there?” I question, eager to get back on the beach and bask in the sunshine.
He shifts from the bed and sits up, raking his fingers through his hair. “Give me five, and I’ll be all yours,” he grunts, his voice gruff with sleep.
He goes to stand, but I place my hand on his arm, stopping him in place. He looks to me, and I just lean in and press a slow, sultry kiss to his lips.
When I pull back, he asks, “What was that for?”
“Just for being the most amazing husband.”
He blinks at my mention of husband, and a small smile pulls at his lips.
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve actually called him that. Husband.
He leans in for a second kiss before he stands and heads to the bathroom.
I saunter from the sea and back over to Tyler lying on a sun lounger with a cocktail in hand, wringing the seawater out of my hair. Even though he’s wearing dark aviators, I can feel the heat of his stare as he watches me approach. I see my reflection in the sunglasses, and I have to admit, I’m rocking this red bikini, his favorite one that he told me to bring.
“Like what you see?” I ask flirtatiously as I grab the towel from the twin sun lounger and begin to pat myself dry.
“I love what I see,” he compliments with a goofy grin.
I’m so happy his mood has improved. As soon as he stepped on the beach, a peace seemed to settle within him, just like I hoped it would.
I set the towel back down on my sun lounger and sit on the edge of it, grabbing my plastic cup of ice water from the shaded area covered by the parasol. I take several long sips from the straw. “You should have come in with me. The water is amazing,” I boast, my eyes flickering over the refreshing blue water.
He lifts his half-empty hurricane glass filled with some orange and red concoction. “I’m happy to perv on you while getting drunk,” he says on a happy chuckle.
I laugh with him. “How many of those have you had to drink?”
We’ve been on the beach for a couple of hours now, and every single one of those minutes, he’s been holding a plastic hurricane glass with the Hard Rock logo sprawled across the front. With the little buzz he has going, I’m going to take a wild guess and say it isn’t the same glass. If that were me, I’d be out for the count for the rest of the day. Alcohol and sunshine have never mixed well for me. I learned that the hard way during spring break of my freshman year of college.
He shrugs his shoulders before taking another long pull through his straw. “I think this is my fifth, but every time I finish one, the waitress brings me another.”
I point to the drink in his hand. “Well, maybe you should slow down a little. I don’t want you getting too drunk that you can’t even walk back to our room later.”
“I’m on vacation. I’m allowed to get a little drunk, Mia,” he snaps.
I blink at the sudden attitude.
“Hey,” I begin softly, “I’m not giving you shit, Tyler. I was just hoping to get a little dressed up tonight; that’s all. And I definitely won’t if you keep drinking those for the rest of the day. Plus, I kind of want to get a little drunk with you.”
I smile suggestively, and that seems to put him at ease when he grins at me.
Movement from behind Tyler catches my eye, and this exotic waitress with long blonde hair and an incredible tan approaches.
She’s gorgeous.
“Hi, Tyler. Would you like another drink?” she speaks in English with a hint of Spanish in the mix.
But even I can hear the suggestive tone to her voice.
Tyler?
So, this is the waitress who keeps plying my husband with drinks.
How the hell does this woman know his name and within only two hours of serving him?
Immediately, my nostrils flare as I watch the way her eyes fervently trace over Tyler’s body, most specifically his toned abs.
Tyler goes to speak, but I cut him off, “We’re fine for now. Thank you,” I say in a curtly manner, my eyes staring daggers at her through my sunglasses, jealousy coming off me in steam.
Tyler’s head snaps to mine, a smirk curling at his lips.
She blinks, as if just realizing I’m here. She smiles and recovers herself with a flick of her golden-blonde hair. “Well, let me know if you need anything.” Her eyes hungrily land back on Tyler before she walks off with a purposeful shake to her ass.
I wait for Tyler to follow her with his eyes, but thankfully, he just looks back at me.
“What was that about?” he asks with humor to his voice.
“I didn’t like the way she was looking at you,” I admit, not ashamed to feel the tiniest bit jealous.
“And how was she looking at me?” He grins, intrigued.
“She was looking at you like your wife wasn’t sitting only a foot away from you,” I point out, unable to take the sneer off my face.
He just laughs. “Baby, she’s waiting on us. It’s her job,” he points out.
I shake my head. “No, she’s doing more than her job when she keeps bringing you refills.”
“It’s an all-inclusive resort. That’s what waiters do.”
“Well, if you wanted a drink, you’d ask for it,” I retort, sitting back on the sun lounger, crossing my ankles together.
Wow, she’s really brought my feisty side out of me. Jealousy is one crazy bitch.
He sets his drink and sunglasses down in the sand. Then, he stands and steps toward me before he crawls on top of me, his thighs caging mine in.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a little alarmed that he’s doing this in such a public place.
He leans down until his nose is touching mine, and his lips are only inches away. “I’m showing her and anyone else who can see us that I’m taken.”
Even in the eighty-degree heat, I shiver at his words. He closes the distance and brushes his lips to mine. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue access, and immediately, I’m able to taste the rum and fruit juices from the hurricane cocktails he’s been consuming all afternoon. I groan into his mouth as he grinds against me, his cock growing harder, and I feel every inch of him through the thin material of my bikini bottoms.
“God, I wish we were alone. I want so desperately to push these sexy little bottoms to the side and slip my cock inside you.”
My pussy literally throbs, and it’s a direct line to my nipples. They pebble with arousal, and I feel a heat pool inside my bikini bottoms.
“I want you,” he growls against my mouth, his teeth tugging against my bottom lip.
“Let’s go back to the room,” I pant suggestively against his lips, wanting all the things he wants.
His hooded eyes turn a shade darker. “Let’s go.”
We grab our belongings, and we walk hand in hand toward our room. He walks with a grin, and I’m so pleased to see he’s in a happier mood than this morning. No doubt the copious amount of rum has been an influence, but I’m so happy to have my Tyler back even if alcohol is the only reason.
After walking ten minutes to our room block, I expect him to have cooled down a little, but instead, as soon as we’re through the door, he’s on me, his lips pressed against mine as he guides me toward the bed. We fall onto the feather-like mattress together. I moan loudly as he zones in on the salty skin of my neck that’s intermixed with sweat and seawater. His lips and tongue caress the sensitive spot behind my ear as his fingers make work of the strings of my bikini top. He tugs it loose, and it skims free from my chest and is quickly discarded to the floor.
“Let’s try out the hot tub,” I suggest on a whispered breath as his lips suck against my nipple.
God, that feels incredible.
He lets go on a pop, and he moves to the side, granting me access. I eagerly shimmy from the bed and walk the few feet to the hot tub. Since it’s already filled with water, I kneel on the ground and try to work out the buttons on the control panel. I press a button to adjust the heat by a couple of degrees, and with a press of another button, the jets come to life, bubbles rapidly coming to the surface.
As I’m bent over the side of the tub, I watch as Tyler drops his shorts to the floor and walks toward me with a mischievous and knowing smile, his rock-hard cock bobbing up and down with each step he makes.
“Stay bent over,” he orders as he kneels down behind me.
I grip hold of the sides of the hot tub and heavily gulp at the feel of his hands smoothing over my ass. My insides clench as I feel him press a single kiss against the bottom of my back. I wince a little as his teeth scrape just below where he just peppered a kiss, and with a little tug, he pulls my bikini bottoms over my ass with the skin of his teeth. The feel of his lips gliding along my bare ass has my pussy quivering with want. Once the bottoms are around my thighs, he pulls them down my legs and forces each of my knees to lift until he rids them from my naked body completely. He leans back in and brushes his lips along my butt cheek while he palms the other one. I whimper and jolt forward when he gives my ass a little slap.
“God, I fucking love this ass,” he speaks, his lips still attached to said ass.
He nuzzles his face against my ass, his nose inhaling deeply as he licks the length of my crack before spreading my ass cheeks wide open. I shiver when the cool air hits the most vulnerable parts of me, and my pussy trembles at the sudden breeze. He gently blows against my asshole, and I groan as he presses a single kiss there. My hips buck as he flicks his tongue to join in.
Holy shit.
“You like that, baby?” he asks before flicking his tongue there again.
I almost combust on the spot.
Jesus Christ.
I’ve never been one for anal play, but this seems like a different ball game altogether.
His tongue feels hot as fuck.
My fingers grasp against the sides of the hot tub.
“Tyler,” is my garbled response as he breathes heavily against me.
“You didn’t answer my question. I’ll ask again. You like that?”
As if he thinks I need another recap, he gives another flick of his tongue, and I almost fall into the tub at the impact of his touch.
“Yes, yes, I like it,” I pant out.
While his mouth is poised against my ass, his fingers crawl along my inner thigh until they brush the lips of my pussy.
He circles my wet flesh as he asks, “Do you want me to lick your asshole while I finger-fuck your pretty pussy?”
He licks me while he slips a finger inside, and I arch my back, pushing my ass out.
I whisper-scream, “God, fuck yes!”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement from me, and his tongue goes to town, licking and rimming my asshole, while two of his fingers drive deep into my pussy. He eagerly laps me up, grunting every few seconds, with every one of his growls matching my breathless moans.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m squirming against his mouth and fingers. However, I groan loudly with my displeasure when his lips and fingers disappear, but before I can even blink, he forces my knees apart. I look down to see his head between my legs, a dark hunger evident in his eyes. He grips my ass with his fingers and forcefully pulls me down to his mouth. He devours every inch of my pussy, his eyes never once leaving mine. My hands gripping the edge of the hot tub tighten, and with my head hanging loose, I watch him as he brings me to the brink.
My hips thrust against his face as pleasurable heat swirls all around me, and through the erotic haze, I vaguely feel a finger inch toward my ass. My pleasure skyrockets as he circles me, and without warning, he slowly pushes the tip of his finger inside my ass. My hips buck against his face, a loud scream escapes from my lungs, and the slip of his finger is all it takes for me to lose all my inhibitions as I explode against his mouth.
Holy shit.
Fucking hell.
Jesus Christ.
Once I’ve ridden through my climax, I flutter my eyes open and look down at Tyler’s heated eyes. I breathlessly giggle, my heart still racing.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from my screamfest.
He presses one final kiss to my drenched pussy. The very feel of his lips against my highly sensitive pussy initiates another moan to slip from my throat before he climbs out from under me.
He leans over me, his mouth to my ear, his hard cock to my ass, both hands kneading my breasts. “You rode my face like a true fucking cowgirl. Now, it’s time to ride my cock.”
I’m surprised I don’t come on the spot at his filthy words.
God, I love my dirty-mouthed man.
I dip my hand in to test the bubbling water, heat rising from the surface, and when I’m satisfied it’s at my desired temperature, I raise myself up from the floor and climb into the hot tub. I sink into the water and sigh at how incredible the heat feels against my skin.
“You coming in, so I can ride you?” I ask seductively, teasingly bringing a leg out of the water, pointing my toes in his direction.
Tyler’s nostrils flare as he follows the movement of my leg with his eyes. “Hell yes,” Tyler says eagerly before climbing in and settling beside me.
He grips hold of me and pulls me onto his lap, the heat and bubbles swirling around us. I straddle his thighs, feeling him hard against me. I brush my wet fingers through his hair, getting the strands a little damp.
“This hotel is incredible, but the fact that there’s a private hot tub in our hotel room is the icing on the cake,” I comment, biting his earlobe while grinding against him.
He hisses out in response, his hands gripping my hips. “I have to admit, when I booked this hotel, the thoughts were definitely a little naughty when I realized private hot tubs came standard with the rooms,” he breathes, kissing between my breasts.
“How naughty were these thoughts?” I probe with an arch of my back as his mouth slides over my nipple and gives it a gentle bite.
He glances up at me, his tongue circling the protruding flesh, and my clit throbs as I grind down on him again.
“Naughty enough that we really should have shut the drapes.” He chuckles, his eyes pointing to the patio doors behind me.
I grip his hair tighter in my grasp, tilting his head a little, forcing his lips to mine. “It’s okay; we’ll just give anyone who dares to walk past one hell of a show,” I whisper against his lips, not caring in the slightest if anyone watches. In fact, it turns me on a little, knowing someone could walk past at any given second.
He angles his hips, and I feel his cock at my entrance, but when he tries to slide inside, he misses entirely and almost impales the wrong hole. Yep, the tongue and little finger action was amazing, but no way am I gonna let him fuck me with his entire dick in my ass. Let’s just say, he’s not exactly small.
“Yep, that’s not my pussy,” I point out, laughing lightly.
He just glares at me before thrusting upward again, and he glides right past home base and zones toward forbidden territory again.
I don’t think so, buddy.
“It’s like my first time all over again.” I snort.
Tyler growls in frustration, but happiness dances in his eyes.
“It’s the water and the jets. It’s not making it easy for me, and after the way you just came on my face, it should be fucking easy.”
Now, I’m full-blown laughing, and my shoulders shake as hysteria ripples through me.
“Oh, baby,” I say in a mock soothing voice, still giggling.
His eyes shoot daggers before he grits out with pure determination, “No way will I be beaten by some water.”
I place my forefinger to his lips, hushing him. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll do what you’re obviously too incapable to do yourself,” I tease as I shift my stance over him and take his cock in my hands.
This seems to send him overboard, and he all but snatches his dick from my grasp. He wraps his own fingers around it before holding it against the opening of my pussy.
“Oh, believe me, I’m capable all right,” he states cockily.
After forcing just the tip inside me, he gives a quick thrust of his hips. I silently scream as he successfully hits home this time, and it takes my breath away.
“Am I incapable now?” he asks as almost a dare, adding another thrust into the mix.
“No!” I cry out, piercing my nails against his shoulders as his cock hits the spot, and it shoots straight to my clit.
He instantly takes charge. He pulls out of me and repositions us so that I’m the one sitting down in the hot tub. He pushes my legs open, lifting my hips, and once he’s got his aim secure, he slams inside me and fucks me harder than I ever thought possible, roughly claiming every inch of my pussy.
And do you know what? I love every second of it.