Lexi.

 

I’m standing here in front of my first ‘crush,’ asking him to have a week-long vacation fling with me. I’m blaming the hangover, dehydration, the desert air on this completely out of character display of boldness on my part. Who knows why? It could be that I’ve completely lost my ever-loving mind.

“One week. You’re sure about this? Because there is no undoing this once we’ve done it!” he warns.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I tell him as I run the back of my hand over his cock, feeling it pulse against my knuckles. There is no denying that his cock is huge. It’s like a bat. I suspect I may be walking around a bit bow-legged this week, and that I’ll walk away after it ruined for all other cocks.

“Fuck.” I hear him say before I’m swept up in his arms and carried to the bed. My fingers snake into his hair as I tilt his head so I can take his mouth with mine.

I slide my tongue into his mouth and my stomach flutters. I can’t believe I’m kissing Bradley. The earth literally stands still around us as I get lost in his taste, in the way his tongue twirls with mine, and the way he pulls me closer to take control of the kiss. I swallow the moan that comes out of him and follow it with one of my own.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down to my neck, angling my head with the grip he has on my hair, giving himself better access to my neck.

Memories of last night come back to me in quick flashes. Him coming at me, his eyes dark with lust, his hard cock tenting the front of his pants, teeth grazing my nipples. And finally, I remember coming apart for him with nothing but him stimulating my tits. The memory makes me wet, and my pussy clenches for more.

“Wait,” I say, looking up at him. “I really, really want to explore this.” I palm his hard cock through his robe. “But, I’m all oily and gross, not exactly sexy.”

“I can tell you without a doubt that I haven’t been this hard since I was fourteen and saw Mrs. Kirky’s tits by accident.”

I smirk at him as I remember the hot teacher that was the star in many young boys’ fantasies. “I’m really flattered to be compared to her, but I’m all sticky.”

“And this is a problem because?” he says, reaching for the belt of my robe in an attempt to untie the knot in the sash.

“I don’t know, I guess I want to enjoy the anticipation a bit more. Ramp up the sexy a bit for the first time. How about we go by the pool, lounge around? You can rub sunscreen all over me, and I’ll sit next to you in a little bikini, driving you crazy. Then we’ll come back up here, make out a bit,” I whisper into his ear and then nip it. “Maybe I’ll give you a jobby while you get acquainted with my fanny.” I palm his cock again, and holy fuck, I think it’s gotten even harder. “We’ll get dressed up, go for a nice dinner—where I won’t drink—and then come back here and spend the rest of the night having sex. Lots and lots of sex. What do you think, Bradley?”

“You keep talking like that I won’t need to ramp up the sexy, Lexi. I could spend the next twelve hours showing you exactly how ramped up I already am!” He punctuates his statement by thrusting his cock against my hand. His lips move to mine while his hand snakes into the front of my robe and cups my breast. He gives my nipple a quick pinch, sending a ripple of electricity straight to my core. “You know, last night you came with just me licking and playing with your tits. We’re going to explore that further tonight.”

I press my lips to his for a quick kiss and gently push him away before I change my mind. “Let me up so I can get dressed.”

“We could just skip everything else and undress. We’re almost there as it is.” He tries to convince me.

“Good things come to those who wait, Bradley. And I promise you, I’m a really fucking good thing.” I toss over my shoulder as I close the bathroom door, and he groans in reply.

I walk over to the shopping bags on the bench, already knowing exactly which bikini I’m going to wear. It’s a black halter top that is secured at the nape of my neck and the center of my back with gold clips. The cups do fantastic things for the girls. The bottom consists of two tiny, black scraps of fabric that rest scandalously low on my hips. The back is Brazilian cut, and two thin bands wrapping around my hips, holding it together.

I rake my fingers through my hair, shaking it out and fluffing it to give it that tousled, beachy look. I’m about to apply some shimmery pink lip gloss when my phone beeps.

If you don’t answer me, I’m calling your brother.

Don’t fuck with Melanie when she’s pissed. She won’t hesitate to pull out the big guns.

Simmer down now. I’m here. Sorry.

I’m having a crisis over here, while you’re there acting out your teenage fantasies with Bradley

What crisis???

My dentist totally flaked on me and the new guy is hot. Crazy hot, and I drooled on him! Not in a sexy way either. Half my face was numb!

How hot?

She sends me a picture from the guy’s Instagram page. Typical Melanie. She is way ahead of the game, and if I know my stalkery best friend, she has already found his Facebook and probably his Snapchat, too.

Whoa! Did you get his number?

His number? Are you not listening to me? My face was numb on one side, drool was rolling down my chin. I probably looked like I had a stroke, Lexi!

So no number then? How did you find him?

I’m no amateur. My recon game is on point. Please. I even got his mother’s and father’s Facebook.

Um, Mel…that’s called stalking!!

Seriously? You’re going to point that finger at me? Why don’t you show Bradley the secret album of him and his crotch shots on your phone, hmm? BTW, I need the deets…how big are we talking?

You are sworn to secrecy about that album. You can’t hold anything against a best friend if it was said under the influence of tequila!! I add the middle finger emoji to get my point across.

Blah, blah, blah… And the little bitch then sends me a GIF of Judge Judy rolling her eyes with the word ‘Whatever’ flashing across the bottom. I swear, this girl…

Fine. It’s practically a third leg. No sex yet, but we have just agreed to a one week, no strings fling, so I’ll LYK how it goes.

ARE YOU INSANE????

NO!!!

Dude, you’ve been in love with him since you were eight! The minute he fucks you, you’ll be a goner! Abort! ABORT!!

I scoff at her.

I am not. It’s one week. I’ll be fine.

Girl…you’re playing with fire and you’re going to get burned...

I’m about to reply when a knock on the door startles me.

Gotta go!!!

Send dick pics!

I roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. There is no way I’m sending her dick pics. “Come in,” I call as I bend down to pull out my new gold Havanas.

The door opens and Bradley is standing there like he just walked off a fucking Hilfiger runway. Dark blue, low-hanging board shorts show off his muscled legs. He’s just staring at me.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“You aren’t going anywhere like that.” Is his odd reply.

I look down at myself. I’m in good shape. I’m lucky I don’t have to work too hard for it. My stomach is flat and toned, my legs are shapely, and my arms are defined and don’t jiggle, all thanks to Pilates six days a week.

“Is it not good enough?” I turn toward the mirror to look again, wondering if I was wrong, and it’s not as hot as I thought.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to ‘lounge’ next to you all afternoon without wanting to pound you into the chair.” He grates out as his hand moves almost unconsciously to his cock where he gives it a squeeze through his shorts. The sight is so freaking hot, it’s almost too much for me. I nearly cave in and tell him the hell with the pool.

“Good,” I say, grabbing the short, black sundress style cover-up, pulling it on as I walk over to him. “Let’s go before we can’t find any chairs.” I take his hand in mine as he follows behind me, stopping at the table to grab his own linen shirt. He puts it on and does up all but the bottom three buttons. “Talk about looking mouth-watering, Bradley. I can’t wait to take you deep into my throat,” I tell him with a wink before I start moving to the door.

I don’t make it far before he grabs my hips, bringing my back flush with his front. His cock settles right between my ass cheeks. One hand rests on my belly, holding me in place. “You having fun playing with me, Lexi? I can play, too, love.” The hand on my belly starts creeping down my abs to cup me as the hand at my hip slides up and around my breast. “You want to keep me on edge all day? Okay, I’ll play your little game. But, sweetheart, be prepared for me to reciprocate,” he says just as he applies a bit of pressure at my clit and my breast, and my knees almost give out. I also might have whimpered.

I don’t say anything. I mean, what can I say? This was my idea, after all. Keep him on edge and tease him all day—what was I thinking? Of course he’s going to retaliate. He lets me go and reaches for my hand, linking our fingers together.

We don’t say anything to each other in the elevator, and it’s full of people by the time we get out. We walk to the pool area. I’m about to go get two chairs when he leads me to the side where there are cabanas.

We walk to the cabana at the end. There are two lounge chairs outside of it, and the cabana has flowy, white curtains all the way around it with the front panels pulled open to each side. Inside the cabana is a television and a seating area with a table. A fresh fruit platter sits in the middle of the table. There’s also a bowl of strawberries and two champagne flutes at the end next to a bucket of champagne.

A man comes over and greets us, “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Fitch. My name is Antoine, and I’ll be your butler. Would you like me to start the air conditioning in the cabana? I’ll pop the champagne for you, if you’d like to stow your belongings.” He motions to the corner where there is a cabinet for our things. “Also, there are two floating loungers for your use in the pool if you’d like.” He smiles at us. “Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.” He nods to us and walks away.

“Look at you, baller. Private cabana,” I say, walking into the cool cabana, shrugging off my shirt. “And look at that, the curtains even close.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

He shrugs off his shirt as I pick up the sunscreen that I brought down and walk over to him. “Let me lather you up,” I say, smiling at him.

He smirks and then leans in to kiss me. I let him lead the kiss, opening my mouth and accepting him. Just like the other kisses he’s given me, this one makes my knees weak and my stomach fill with butterflies. The kiss intensifies as our tongues tangle, but a throat clearing off to the side has us separating. “I’ll just open the Cristal and get out of your way,” Antoine says as he pops the cork.

I walk over to the radio that is set up in the corner, and after I cue up my playlist, I place my phone in the dock.

Antoine hands us both a glass of champagne and excuses himself with a nod.

“Shall we toast?” I ask.

“Sure, to the best week of our lives,” he says to me, clinking his glass to mine before we both take a sip.

I set my glass down—the last thing I want is to fall asleep on him again.

“You know, this whole thing is very Pretty Woman,” I say to him as I start to rub sunscreen on his chest and shoulders. He reaches for the tube and begins to rub it on me, teasing the underside of my breasts as he works it over my belly. “They did the fucking thing for a week, too. I mean, he did have to pay her, so it’s a bit different,” I say while walking outside of the cabana to sit on a lounger.

“We should discuss sex,” I say, and he promptly chokes on his champagne.

“You keep surprising me with the stuff that comes out of your mouth.” He drops onto the lounger next to me.

I roll to my side to face him, sliding my sunglasses from the top of my head over my eyes. “So, Bradley, tell me, are you good with blow jobs? Receiving them, I mean.”

“Who the fuck isn’t good with getting a blow job? Besides fucking and eating pussy, it’s my favorite activity.” He quirks an eyebrow at me.

“Believe it or not, my ex wasn’t a fan, so it’s good to know. Next to fucking and having my pussy eaten, it’s one of my favorite things to do,” I tell him, reaching for a strawberry from the plate that Antoine placed on the table between us. “I’ve also never orgasmed while someone was going down on me.” I shrug my shoulders. “Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it, because I do. It just means that I have to finish with a bang—um, literally.”

Bradley groans next to me as he reaches down to adjust his cock. “Great, just great. Now I’m rock hard—again—and there’s a kid in the pool looking at me like I’m a camp counselor with this tent I’m pitching.” He looks over at me. “And I’ll take that challenge, by the way. It will be my pleasure to give you your first orgasm during oral.”

“Oh, are we doing the condom thing?” I look at him. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve never done it without, but I trust you,” I tell him with a smile.

“I’m clean, and I haven’t had sex since I moved to New York. I also always cover that shit up.” He picks up his glass of champagne and drinks some more.

“I would really like to have rough sex,” I spit out, watching the champagne he just sipped spew out of his mouth. “Jesus,” I say, tossing him a towel to wipe himself up.

Antoine comes over and hands him a wet towel.

He takes it from him and thanks him. He cleans off his chest and his legs. “Jesus, Lexi, what the fuck did you mean?”

“Well, I don’t want you to go all Christian Grey, red-room-of-pain on me where I’d need a safe word or anything. But a spank here and there and some hair pulling while you’re fucking me hard and fast could be hot.” I nod my head as I continue, “Oh, yeah, I’m thinking I would really get off on that.” I grab a bottle of water from the bucket sitting on the table. “Have you ever done anal?”

He looks around us to make sure no one is listening. “Yes,” he replies, and I swear his voice has grown deeper.

“Oh, good. I haven’t done that, but I’ve heard it’s supposed to be amazing. Let’s put that on the list,” I say as I reach for another strawberry.

“Is there anything else?”

“Are you okay with cumming in my mouth?” I tell him, looking around. “I can take it or leave it, but if you really get off on it, it’s fine.”

He sits up and stares at me. “Jesus, Lexi. How in the fuck are you still single?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. Oh! I have another one,” I say.

“Great, just great. Go ahead, tell me.”

“Role playing and costumes?” I watch the people in the pool. “I mean, I get the stern professor-naughty college co-ed role playing thing, but if you wanted costumes, we have to go get something. You know, I should have grabbed those crotchless panties at Victoria’s Secret. Not going to lie, I’d totally get a kick out of wearing them out.”

He looks around us before he turns back to me and whispers roughly, “You are really sitting here discussing sex like we would discuss what restaurants we want to hit this week.” He drags his hand down his face. “Is this not turning you on?”

“Oh, believe me, I’m turned on, Bradley. I’m soaking wet,” I tell him. “But I’ve also wanted this for a long time. We’ve got a week, and I want to make sure we hit every single thing I’ve fantasized about doing with you. And let me tell you another thing, you can bet my knickers that I’m going to love every minute of doing these things.”

He stands up abruptly, grabbing my hand, and yanking me into the cabana behind him. He pushes me down onto the lounge chair inside and walks back over to draw the drapes and hang the privacy sign. I open my mouth to say something, but the look on his face stops me from talking.

His jaw is hard, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are heated. “I sat out there while you gave me a laundry list of your sexual fantasies like you were rattling off the sites you wanted to see while you’re here.

“I sat there while you talked about taking my cock into your sweet mouth. I sat there while you talked about me cumming in your mouth. I sat there while you told me you want me to spank you and pull your hair while I fucked you fast and hard. I sat there while you told me you wished we bought crotchless panties because you thought it was so hot,” he says as he straddles the end of the lounger, forcing my legs open, and sits in between them.

“All the while, I’m picturing everything that came out of your mouth, and it was all I could do to stop myself from shutting that mouth up by stuffing it full of my cock,” he says all this while leaning into me, his chest pressed against mine, hands braced on the armrests on either side of me. I’m squirming and panting, and when I shift to squeeze my legs together, he stops me.

“Not so fast there, love,” he says with a smirk. “You see, all your talk may have gone straight to my cock, but the only thing I can think about is making you cum. With my tongue.” He reaches behind me, pulling the seatback up, and uses his body to force me to sit up straight. He drapes both of my legs over the armrest, spreading them wide.

“Umm, I mean…I’m not going to say no. But...” Two fingers slide into the gusset of my bikini bottom and move it to the side.

His eyes are trained on my pussy as he runs one finger over the neatly trimmed strip of hair there and then down over the bare lips of my seam. “A landing strip,” he says while he continues to softly run his finger over me.

I’m white-knuckling the armrests and the only thing running through my mind is holy shit, is this really happening?

“Do you know why it’s called a landing strip, Lexi?” he asks me, and I really hope he isn’t expecting me to answer, because I don’t think I’m capable of forming words right now. I shake my head no as he schools me. “So you know where to cum when you pull out.” His finger breaches my lips to run through my slit and circle my clit. “I’m going to eat your pussy now,” he tells me as he applies a bit of pressure to the little button, and I whimper as I nod my head.

I watch as his hips scoot back on the lounger, bringing his torso flat against it with his face right where it needs to be. He looks up at me as he uses his thumbs to open my pussy while he licks his lips.

“So fucking pretty.” He groans right before he presses his mouth to my pussy, running his tongue from my opening to my clit in one lick. My hips buck at the feel of his tongue against me. “Easy there, we’re just getting started.”

I watch his mouth work my pussy as his tongue twirls around my clit. I watch as he slowly slides two fingers into me and groans.

“So fucking tight,” he says as he twists his wrist and glides them in and draws them out at an almost torturous pace. He leans back in and runs his tongue all the way around my clit and then pulls it into his mouth, sucking on it while flicking it softly with his tongue. My pussy begins to pulse and I grip the armrests at my sides harder.

“I can feel you throbbing around my fingers. Are you close?” he asks, his fingers continuing to pump into me. His thumb lands on my clit and begins to slide across it from side to side as his fingers move in and out of me.

“Yes,” I answer him breathlessly while watching his fingers disappear inside me. “It’s so good.”

“Let me ask you something, love.” He leans in and takes my clit in his mouth, lightly biting down on it then soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. My orgasm is so close that my toes are starting to curl. If I could manage to let go of the armrests, I’d sink my hands into his hair and pull his face deeper into me. I’m so close, I’m frantically moving my hips with his fingers. “Have you ever squirted before?”

I shake my head, my eyes closed. I concentrate on everything I’m feeling. He’s rubbing my G-spot at just the right angle.

“You see, there is this little spot inside of you, right here,” he says as he taps that exact spot, and my body jerks in response. “Now, with the right amount of pressure and friction on this spot”—he starts, pressing against it as he rubs the pad of his finger over it faster—“the orgasm you’ll have will be unlike any of the others,” he says while he applies pressure with his thumb on my clit. “You hear that?” he asks me, and I’m trying to understand him, I’m trying to focus on him, but I don’t think I can. I can hear how wet I am, but I’m too busy barreling toward an explosion to care.

“Brad, baby, I’m going to come,” I say on a moan as the orgasm rolls over me. My head falls back against the seat as my spine bows off of it. He continues to work my pussy, those wicked fingers of his grazing over my G-spot with each pass. His fingers start doing something so fantastic, it’s indescribable. I’ve never felt anything like this, it’s too much. I’m nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. “I don’t think I can take it.” I whimper.

He ignores that while his fingers continue their assault, pressing down and stroking fast, when he does me in by sucking on my clit. My vision goes hazy and darkness creeps in around the edges. My pussy spasms around his fingers and with two more thrusts, I come in what I can only describe as a splash. My pussy convulses around his fingers, pushing them out a bit, but he keeps right on pumping, drawing this orgasm out for an eternity. He doesn’t stop until I finish contracting around his fingers as my orgasm ebbs.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask, my chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating my limp body. I’m sitting here trembling and shuddering with aftershocks, and he’s licking his fingers clean.

“That, love, was a squirting orgasm, and the first of many orgasms I plan on giving you this week.”

“I really fucking enjoyed that,” I say as my breathing starts to regulate. I look down between my still spread legs, and I’m shocked at the sight of a huge wet stain on the cushion. “Holy shit, did I do that?”

“Well, it certainly wasn’t me,” he says, getting up to get me a cloth.

“Hey, get back here. You aren’t the only one who gets to have fun.” I sit up, crooking my finger at him.