Chapter 55

Once we stepped from a white stretch limo onto a sunbaked asphalt trail, my pulse sped faster. Just up from a brilliant white beach, our building was one of several scattered among the palm trees and manicured shrubbery. A row of brightly colored doors lined a narrow porch running the length of the dark wooden structure. As a porter carried our bags to a light green one, I inhaled the salty ocean breeze and looked at Mandy.

After peeling her curves from my arm to gaze at the blue frothy surf beyond the trees, the widest smile slid across her face. With only the tiny dress and collar on her, she gleamed in the early morning sunlight. At the sounds of laughter, she squinted towards distant people strolling along the sand.

“It’s so beautiful, Jim,” she said in a quiet voice while glancing up at me.

“Yes, you are,” I replied before guiding her up a short set of stairs and into our room.

Even as she chuckled at my words, it became a low gasp when her glossy red heels clicked onto the tile floor. Each of the cabanas was identical. A king-sized bed was centered on one side. But that wasn’t the only thing that drew her wide eyes. An opening stretched across the entire far wall, offering a view of the ocean. Folded to either side were louvered wooden doors.

As she pranced forward, for all the world, like a little girl in a candy shop, those vivid blue pools gleamed. While I tipped the smiling porter, she swept past a small dining section with two chairs and a round table. On the opposite wall, two wide armchairs flanked a lower, smaller table.

After halting on the distant threshold, she again gasped. At first, I thought it was the sweeping ocean view. But she looked along the back of the building before returning to me.

“The, uh, balcony is shared?” she asked, with her eyebrows arching.

“Um-hmm.” I nodded while walking past her.

Once past a pair of loungers, I placed my hands on a sun-warmed, polished teak railing. Overhung by a log roof, the broad veranda stretched to either side. Soft island music came from ceiling-mounted speakers. Once the air hissed from my lungs, I inhaled the fresh, humid, salt-kissed breeze.

When she appeared beside me, tracking figures on the beach, she once more gasped. And another curt breath left her as she again scanned the rear of the building. Her brows tightened as she focused on the row of louvered doors. At her gaze returning to me, I chuckled.

“W-What kind of place is this, Jim?” she asked in a shaky voice while running a finger along her collar.

“Didn’t think it would take you long to figure it out.” After a chortle, I gestured at the people she’d spotted walking over the sand. Neither of the pair wore a stitch of clothing.

“Really?” She gulped. “This is one of those couples—”

“Run a little wild. It’s your birthday.” With a sigh, I rotated to lean back against the balcony rail. “Okay, you’re not interested in other guys.” I shrugged. “Unless you change your mind. But there are plenty of women.”

“Hmm”—although she continued staring across the beach, a hand raised to caress my cheek—”and you?”

“Me? I’ve been here before. With Debbie.” Once more, I shrugged even as my chest tightened. So many memories. “But like I said, it’s your birthday. You decide if and how far I wander.”

“Wander?” she repeated, but spoke no more before walking back into the room.

But as we unpacked, she kept glancing out at the sea. Each time she returned to find me, her grin widened a little further.

“You wanna check out the beach?” I offered after moving the last of my clothes. “Relax a little?”

“Yes,” she replied before lifting a black swimsuit from a drawer. But her brows tightened. “You forgot my coverup.”

“You won’t need that here.” I laughed.

“You gonna whore me out, master?” She giggled while holding up the tiny bikini. Yeah, I’d packed only her smallest suits.

But before I could find words, she pranced into the bathroom and closed the door. As she shuffled around in there, my mind whirled as I changed into swim trunks. Okay, she was playful. So, comfortable. Before I knew it, a smile appeared on my face as I stuffed a tote bag with towels, sunscreen, and bottled water.

When the bathroom door opened, I turned. Hair down and collar in one hand, she was adjusting the minuscule triangle between her legs. Matching black triangles barely covered the sharp tips of her perky globes.

“Wow,” I murmured as my shaft lurched upwards in my shorts.

“Mmm”—she’d noticed my trunks bulging—”like the birthday girl, huh, Jim?” As she spun in a slow circle, she grinned. Nothing but a string separated her firm buttocks. After halting, she replaced the shiny leather around her neck. She giggled when it snicked into place. “This is gonna leave a weird tan line, master.”

“Um-hmm,” is all I managed before moaning when she stepped closer to rake her nails along the front of my swim trunks.

“Oh, this won’t do, master.” As she bit deep into her lower lip, those blue eyes twinkled. “Can’t have you walking around like this. What kind of slut would the neighbors think I am?”

While slipping to her knees, she drew my shorts downward. By the time she’d landed on the wooden floor, her velvety warm lips had sealed over my tip. With her dainty hands sliding along my aching shaft, muscles twitched across my body. After the dinner and the flight, it wouldn’t take long. But right as she swept aside her hair to gaze up at me, her phone rang.

At first, her brows knitted, but then they flashed as she recognized the ringtone. A clawed hand slapped around inside the bag before pulling it out. As she continued her slow, twisting bob, she held it up to me. It was Charles.

And gods above, how those beautiful blue eyes blazed.

When she slipped her mouth from me, she giggled, then swept her tongue over my glossy dome. After pulling the phone back to her, she released my cock and tapped the screen. With the device to her ear, she tongued my slit as a hand returned to my shaft.

“Good morning, dear,” she said before taking my tip into her lips and sucking hard.

My knees shook. Hell, as my pulse stammered, the entire room did. Yeah, back in imp-mode, she was playful. As her husband’s muffled voice filled the receiver, she ran her fist up my cock, drawing a globule onto her waiting tongue.

“Um-hmm, came straight home.” While staring up at me, she dragged her shiny white teeth over my crown, sending shocks along my spine. “It was okay. I missed you.”

As Charles murmured, she shifted higher and drove her widening lips down as far as she could. It took every ounce of restraint not to groan as her hand found my balls. With her gaze locked on me, she bobbed quicker while her fingers fondled me. Once her husband fell silent, she slid off my cock with a smile.

“Slut,” I mouthed.

She giggled, then cleared her throat while running her fist upwards to clasp just behind my drool-coated knob. Her gripping me so tight was the only thing keeping me from exploding. Plus, the mischievous grin as her tongue once more swirled around my trapped dome told me she realized it.

“Hey, honey. Could you, um, hold on a second?” She bit into her lower lip while twisting her spit-coated fist. The entire world wobbled as I struggled to keep my gasping quiet. “I’ve gotta finish something real quick.”

Not waiting for a reply, she lifted to drop her mouth to my root. Yeah, she’d learned a lot. That was it for me. As I bucked, thrusting into her face, my hands shot forward to grip her skull. With her fingers playing in my spinning balls, my cock flexed, unleashing jet after jet of relief.

Time wavering, I’m not sure how long it took to blast my load into her. But at last, I released my grip, and she eased back off my twitching mast. With those blue pools twinkling and her husband’s muted voice in her ear, she left her lips on my knob. When her cheeks sank, the world blurred as that wondrous, powerful suction drew on my core. Only once I was empty did she slip off with a quiet slurp.

Just as I was easing my hands from her, she surged forward. Eyes blazing, she placed her signature final deep kiss that had the universe flip-flopping and every nerve inside me sizzling. The shakes were gripping me as she pulled away, smacking her glossy lips.

“Um-hmm, yummy. Best birthday brunch ever.” She smiled up at me while running her tongue around her mouth. As Charles talked, her fingers continued a slow stroke along my softening rod. “What did I have? Oh, mmm.” She leaned to tap my drooping cockhead with her shiny tongue. “Jim made me the most wonderful protein shake. So thick. Delicious.” While giggling, she smeared my tip over her cheek. “My little belly’s all nice and full.”