Chapter Eight
I was up getting ready as Ruby awoke. I told her I’d go down and get a decent breakfast table, and then left her to go and tell the other two what I was doing. I took the table facing the beach, staring out into the waves, as I drank more coffee and began to think.
What did I feel for Marcus? I was sure I wasn’t in love with him and that he certainly wasn’t in love with me. I’d only known him a few days, but I was fond of him. He made me feel wanted, made me feel sexy and the sex was out of this world. I’d never thought I’d be spending the night in a bed with him though. For some reason, sleeping next to someone felt so much more intimate to me than just fucking them and I was still unsure how I felt about spending the night sleeping with Marcus.
In the end, I decided in a couple of days I’d be gone and would never see him again, so it hardly mattered. It did feel good though, falling asleep in his arms. It seemed like forever since I’d done that.
“What’re you thinking about?” snapped Ruby, throwing down an enormous plate of pancakes on the table and waking me from my reverie. “Mentally sucking Marcus’s thick cock?”
“God, no! Ruby!” I shrieked. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”
“I’m just trying to get you to loosen up a bit more,” she smiled. “It’s like; you can go out and have all this hot sex, but you can’t talk about it.”
“Can’t talk about what?” asked Daphne, appearing from nowhere and dropping her own plate of eggs, sausage and waffles down in front of her.
“All the dick she’s been getting,” smiled Ruby. I covered my face with my palm.
“Who says she can’t talk about it?” Daphne demanded to know, outraged. “Baby, of course you can talk about it if you want to. Don’t let anyone stop you.”
“But I don’t want to…”
“That’s right, darling,” agreed May, finally appearing with a bowl of fresh fruit. “You need to. It’s no good keeping this stuff bottled up. Ruby, darling, pour me some coffee while Sarah fills us in on how she’s been being… filled in.”
There wasn’t much I could do but laugh at how I’d been ambushed. It was like the other three rehearsed their little routines when I wasn’t around. I shrugged and told the tale of the cliff top, Carlito’s, and the room upstairs. I tried to avoid Ruby’s more pornographic inquiries and, thankfully, was able to leave out the fact that I’d stayed over, telling them instead that I slipped in after they’d already retired.
My friends were suitably impressed and, it seemed, a little jealous as I tried to give them a decent account of his performance, without being too graphic. After my story, we were discussing what to do for the day when May suggested we indulge in some of the many beauty treatments the resort’s spa had to offer. This was greeted with unanimous praise as a fantastic idea and, before long; we were stripping down in the change room, donning soft white fluffy robes, and spending the day being pampered as a foursome. We had massages, full body wraps, face masks, manicures, and pedicures… almost anything we could think of.
By the afternoon, as we relaxed in the steam room, I asked them what they wanted to do for the night.
“Honestly, darling,” answered May, “All this luxury has pretty much wiped me out.”
“Told you,” Daphne said with a grin.
“Yup, we knew she’d get tired of it eventually,” said Ruby, “Does that mean you’ll be letting go of the nanny? Or the housekeeper?”
“Or cutting back to just three cars?” chuckled Daphne.
“Or maybe downsizing to a five bedroom with just one pool?” I giggled.
May politely ignored us. “I mean, if it’s all the same to you, I’m happy to eat here and hang out by the bar again.”
“I agree,” I offered, a little too quickly.
“Oh? No Marcus tonight?” Daphne asked, looking challengingly at me.
“He has a meeting,” I admitted.
“Here?” laughed Ruby and May, together.
I felt myself blush.
*****
The main restaurant at the resort was pretty fancy, and as we hadn’t really had the chance to eat there yet, we decided to go all out. May led the way with a daring red floor length gown that plunged right down to her navel, squeezing her perfectly rounded boobs together with a tiny, diamond covered, two-inch strap holding everything in at about nipple level, as well as being slit dangerously high up her thigh. Ruby’s black dress also hit the floor and, while she was technically covered, a section of completely sheer fabric ran from her ankle, all the way up her leg until it darted across, quite literally just above her waxed mound, to open wider as it continued up to her neck, showing at least as much cleavage as May’s. The back was just as bare. Daphne went for red as well, slit to her thigh with a bustier top that turned into nothing but the thinnest straps across her back, plunging so low it was clear to anyone who looked that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
I looked at myself in my single shoulder evening gown. The top slashed diagonally down across my breasts to give the barest hint of cleavage. The sequin pattern on the chest sparkled, and it too opened high enough up my thigh that I had to go without panties as well. It was, by far, one of the most daring things I’d worn in years, and I couldn’t help but get a thrill as I imagined Marcus’s reaction when he saw me.
We stepped out of the elevator and swept across the lobby floor abreast, arm in arm, feeling like powerful, sexy goddesses, ready to have the time of our lives. My heart leaped as I caught a glimpse of Marcus at the bar outside. Sadly, he didn’t look. It didn’t matter, he’d see me soon enough.
Our dinner was first class, with plenty of wine. We talked and laughed, having an amazing time as we almost always seemed to do together. Part of me wished it could go on forever, but another part was aching to get out into the warm night air, and to see Marcus again. He and I didn’t have long left together.
Eventually, dinner was done and we made our way outside for more drinks. The sun was setting spectacularly out in the sea yet, this time, I was far more interested in seeing Marcus. The anticipation was almost making my pussy drip. However, as we got to the bar, he was nowhere to be seen.
“What’s wrong, darling?” May asked, in response to my clearly disappointed expression. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I replied as I watched Daphne get served by the barman. “I think I’m just more tired than I thought I was.”
We sat and Daphne brought over a tray of cocktails. “In honor of Sarah’s latest and greatest fling, I give you ladies Sex on the Beach!”
We all laughed, including me, but when I took a sip, it wasn’t as good as the one Marcus made in Carlito’s. I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room. I wonder where he is, I thought. It seems odd that he’d invite me here and not turn up. I hope he’s okay. I tried not to think about the dangers of Andicuri Beach. Moments later, making my way back to the outside, I felt a tug on my arm.
“Hey beautiful, where are you going?” came Marcus’s hushed voice.
I didn’t have time to answer before he pulled me into a room beside the restrooms. I looked around as he shut the door behind us. Boxes of bottles were piled to the ceiling and there were shelves stacked with cans, jars, and yet more bottles. I felt him come up close behind me before I could turn around.
“I really missed you today,” I heard him whisper as he nibbled softly on my neck. I could feel his whole body pressing at my back, including his huge, hard cock through his slacks, against my ass. Despite everything, my pussy throbbed at his touch.
“Please, Marcus,” I gasped, “Not in here!”
“Babe, that dress looks fucking amazing on you,” he breathed, his hands coming around to cup my tits, squeezing them through the gown. “And I have been waiting to feel you and your wet pussy all day. I am so hard right now and ready to fuck you.”
With that, Marcus gently pressed me forward until I could rest my hands on the box in front of me, my butt pushed back toward him. I hadn’t heard him talk that way before, forcefully and crude, but it excited me so much. I drew in a long breath as I felt him hike up my skirt and bare my ass.
“No panties?” I heard him grin. “You horny little bitch. I’m gonna fuck your brains out!” I heard his pants drop as he was whispering to me. It was so hot, I just pushed my butt out a tiny bit further as I felt him pressing through the velvet folds of my pussy. “Oh my fucking God!” he nearly yelled. I was so wet and ready, he just slid straight in, fast, and as far as he could. I joined him in letting out a loud groan of pleasure as he entered me. It was so hard and fast and dirty, that my heart was racing and my body was already nearly vibrating. The door wasn’t even locked, and anyone could have come in.
Marcus pulled at my strap, dragging it down to so he could grab a naked breast in each hand, and just began pumping into me, so hard, getting deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. Pounding me so mercilessly from the start, his hips slamming into my butt, I was amazed to find myself coming within moments, my pussy clamping itself around his fat cock and just drawing him in, as the white-hot ecstasy burst inside me, pouring through my body. My legs were shaking, my voice crying out as I struggled to breathe, and my skin was on fire, but Marcus just kept fucking me. My orgasm felt like it would never end as he relentlessly hammered himself deep into me, his strokes just getting faster and faster until, just as I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he drove himself as deep as he could, further than ever before, eliciting a desperate scream of pleasure from me. He froze for a moment, until I finally felt him throbbing inside me, and he let out a long, low groan as he shot a huge load, with volley after volley of hot seed pumping from him, so deep into my loins.
“Oh fuck, Sarah. That was amazing,” he muttered, still hard inside me.
Panting desperately, my legs still shaking, I looked at the clock on the wall. Unbelievably, we’d been in the room less than two minutes. “It really was.” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice.
“I really need to get back to my meeting,” he said, quickly pulling out of me and zipping up. “Will you be around later? I would love to see you after.”
“I can, if you want me to,” I replied, standing finally.
He gave me a swift kiss on the cheek and disappeared. I needed to sit down. I was still breathing hard and, I realized, I still hadn’t seen Marcus. He’d pulled me in there, fucked me, and left, without us even making eye contact. I felt used, dirty, and more excited than ever. I couldn’t wait to be with him again. I made myself presentable and went out to re-join the girls.
“Where have you been?” asked May as I sat back down.
“Nowhere,” I told her, smiling as Marcus winked at me, walking back to rejoin the two men he was meeting with. “Ladies’ room.”
“Hello, someone looks all red faced and shiny,” smiled Ruby.
“And I see Marcus has just reappeared,” grinned Daphne.
I could feel all their eyes on me, but I could only look at Marcus.
*****
It was nearing the end of the week, but it wasn’t the weekend yet. Many of the resort’s guests would be leaving in a day or two, just like my friends and I, and that atmosphere was clear in the bar. The guests were feeling the fatigue of drinking each night away, and the crowd began to thin out earlier than usual. However, as I counted down the hours until the bar closed, it was still taking forever. Finally though, as the clock neared midnight, the last of the other residents filed out, back to their rooms.
“Well, darlings,” May said, throwing back the last of her drink, “I hate to be a party-pooper, but I’m bushed.”
“Come on,” pleaded Daphne, always the last to try and leave a party, “We’ve time for one more, right Rube?”
Ruby said nothing. I could feel her watching me watching Marcus. I was gazing at him and then looking away shyly whenever his eyes came my way, a coy smile never leaving my lips. His meeting was long since over and his guests had departed. He’d been sitting at the bar alone, drinking slowly ever since
“I don’t know, I think it’s time,” Ruby stated. “What do you think, Sarah? Ready to go to bed?”
“Yeah…” I answered. “What? No, not quite. You guys go, I think I’ll stay back awhile.”
“Right,” Ruby smiled, looking over at Marcus. He said something to the bartender and slipped him a banknote, with which he shrugged and sloped off, leaving Marcus wiping down the bar. “I get it. We’ll see you back up in the room.” She got up to leave and May mirrored her.
“What? I wanna stay too,” whined Daphne. “I’m still thirsty.”
“No no, baby,” said Ruby, almost lifting Daphne out of her chair, “You’re coming to bed – now.”
Daphne was still complaining as she was dragged away but, as their voices disappeared, I got up and went over to the bar. Marcus had a drink ready for me. He smiled as I sat down.
“You stayed,” he smiled at me.
“I did.”
“I’m glad.”
“You bribed the bartender to leave us alone.”
“I did.”
“I’m glad.”
I sipped on my drink. My whole body was trembling, excited to discover the delights Marcus had in store for us. Even after my fast but intense orgasm in the store room, my pussy was already wet with anticipation and was hungry for him again.
“You know,” I began, “I think we should find ourselves somewhere a little more private, don’t you?”
“I got it,” he grinned. His hand reached down and he flicked a few switches. One by one, the lights around the huge courtyard went out. In seconds, there was only the luminous blue of the pool shining near us and the light flickering of the tiki torches that burned at the end of the bar. Everything else was pitch black. Marcus looked more amazing than ever in the weak, flickering hues that danced over him.
“Oh, that’s much better,” I half-smiled sarcastically, as he took my hand and led me behind the bar. “Now we’ll never be seen.”
“Close enough,” he said. He leaned down and kissed me, I responded, and the kiss grew hotter, each of our tongues caressing and stroking the other’s. His hands slid down to my butt again, pulling our hips hard together. I felt another excited throb between my thighs as the hardness of him pushed against me, before he stooped and effortlessly lifted me up onto the bar. He planted me butt first, so now I had to lean down a little to kiss him.
He undid his shirt, pausing to let me push it off his shoulders so it could drop to the floor, before our hungry mouths met again. We kissed harder still, feeling the urgency increase more and more. Marcus began pulling at my dress, sliding it up my legs, higher and higher, until he lifted me slightly with one hand to slip it up past my ass.
“Stop, Marcus, please?” I breathed, as my naked butt landed back on the bar. Marcus moved to nuzzle and kiss my neck, still lifting my dress.
“I’ll stop,” he whispered, pushing my knees apart so he could stand between my legs. He moved a hand between my thighs and pushed a finger between the slick petals of my tingling pussy. I gasped, then let out a hurried moan as he slid the same, slippery finger lightly across my clit. “I’ll stop… if you really want me to.”
I gripped his head, clutching his face to my neck desperately and panting with my eyes closed as he gently rubbed my most sensitive spot, while slipping another finger casually in and out of my tingling pussy. I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe, as intoxicating waves of pleasure flowed out through my body. Unbelievably, I could already feel another orgasm building, and suddenly didn’t care where I was or who could see. I reached down to fumble with his belt as he pulled my dress up further, eventually tugging it over my head as I raised my arms for him. Seconds later, his pants dropped and we could finally see each other, naked in the half-light.
Marcus reached down, past my foot, and brought out a bottle. He twisted the top off and took a swig, then kissed me hard, opening my mouth and letting some of the liquid fall past my lips. I shrieked in surprise, the taste was strong, so strong with alcohol, yet sweet too. Golden, almost like honey. It slid down my throat and I felt a warm glow spread out from my chest.
“Mmm,” I moaned appreciatively as he kissed me. “What is that?”
“Tequila, baby,” he smiled, sipping a little more for himself. “Gran Patron. The good stuff that’s nearly four hundred bucks a bottle! We shouldn’t waste it.”
I shrieked as loud as I dared to as he poured it over my breasts, then closed my eyes as he lunged in to kiss and lick the liquor off me. I held his head to my chest, not wanting him to stop nibbling at my tits or biting my hot nipples until they stood firm, like bullets. He came with me as I lay back on the bar, lifting my legs up too, until he slid his fingers back into my pussy.
I didn’t have time to wonder what I was doing, lying naked on a bar in a very public place, where anyone might be able to look out of their balcony window and see me. Or worse, come back into the pool area and find us. Marcus dribbled a little more tequila over my breasts, making me squeal again as it ran down and gathered in my belly-button.
“Oh, cool.” Marcus said with a smile. He grabbed something else from under the bar and sprinkled salt onto my right breast. It stuck where he’d licked my flesh wet. “Open your mouth,” he said, popping a lemon wedge between my lips when I did. He licked the salt from my skin, slid his tongue down to my navel, and swiftly sucked out the gathered spirit, before returning to suck the lemon from my mouth with his, kissing me as he took it.
“Wow” I breathed, as Marcus began kissing his way back down my body, licking up salt and tequila as he found it. “That’s a neat trick. What do you call it?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never done a body shot before?” he muttered, kissing around my belly button again and moving lower, making me gasp as he ventured down into the thin, downy curls that covered my pussy. “With a body like yours, that’s just a crime.”
His words made me tingle all over. “Can girls do it to guys as well?” I asked.
“Of course,” he grinned, standing and helping me up. Sitting himself down on the bar, he told me to lick his nipple, then lay back so I could pour salt on it. For a moment, I was mesmerized by his huge cock, standing straight up and proud as he lay back. I had to run my hand over it for a second, causing him to draw in a deep breath as it throbbed in response. He popped the lemon in his mouth as I poured the tequila onto his stomach, watching as it ran over the sides of him. I licked the salt from his chest and quickly chased the liquor across his firm, sculpted abs. My hands on his strong pecs, I kept licking and sucking on his rippling stomach muscles, loving how it felt, until I couldn’t resist any longer.
Taking his cock in my hand again, I caressed his soft tip with my velvet tongue, making him shudder, then I took him into my hot mouth, making him moan aloud. I sucked him, relishing the feel of him on my tongue, stifling tiny giggles as he twitched in my mouth, and loving the faint, clean taste of him. I could finish him now, I found myself thinking He’s completely under my control. I could blow his mind, rock his world, drink him all down, and make him never, ever forget me. It was crazy, but the sense of power was really turning me on.
“Sarah,” he groaned, pulling himself back and away from me. “I can’t take anymore. I have to fuck you, right now!”
I wanted to tell him I didn’t care, but he was up and on me again before I could blink. He lifted me easily to the back of the bar, propping me on it as we sent bottles flying and crashing on the floor. Our lips locked together as I felt the tip of him pushing at my slick hole once more. With my butt on the bar, he was at the perfect height. Without another word, he lunged into me with force enough to make me cry out. He held me there, twitching and throbbing inside me as my soft walls enclosed him fully, quivering and delicately massaging his staff, sending small thrills of pleasure through us both.
“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered. “I love fucking you.”
“And I love when you fuck me,” I managed to breathe back. He smiled at me, then quickly pulled back and thrust himself deep inside me once more.
“Oh!” I cried. “Oh my God! That’s so good!” I didn’t know where these words were coming from, but I couldn’t stop them as he began pounding into me, driving my tortured pussy crazy with lust. His hands were all over my tits, while I gripped his neck, his back, his ass. I could feel my orgasm rushing back toward me, speeding closer with every push. So close… so close… so close…
He rammed himself into me again and again, I felt my senses explode as my whole body suddenly convulsed in ecstasy. I couldn’t move, except to dig my nails into his flesh. I couldn’t breathe, apart from when screaming out his name. And I couldn’t feel anything, save the eruptions of pleasure that grew even more intense with every urgent penetration. I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. Then, somewhere, deep, deep down, I felt Marcus tense, stop, grow even larger and harder within my tight sheath, then suddenly unload shot after shot of hot, thick come inside me, letting out a long, breathless groan as he did, before collapsing into my breasts.
After a few moments of panting, we were laying down on the floor behind the bar. Marcus lay on his back while I scooched in beside him, tracing lazy shapes in the shining beads of sweat that gathered on his chest.
“Well, I don’t believe no one heard that,” Marcus offered, at length.
“Are you serious?” I sat up on my elbow. I felt like I should be mad, or embarrassed, or something. Only my nerves felt so alive, my skin sang softly, and my pussy throbbed soothingly, which made it hard to actually care.
“Relax, beautiful,” he said quietly. “No one’s come to find us. I think we’re okay.”
“What about the mess here? The broken glass…?”
“I’ll clear it up after I’ve got you into bed.”
“Oh no, really?” I protested. “I don’t think I could go again, not for a while.”
Marcus chuckled, “I meant I would take you back in your room.”