I pulled at the drawstring to loosen the shorts, then gradually inched them down, revealing the tip first, giving it a kiss and a lick, and then the rest. Before I put him fully in my mouth, I teased up and down the sides of the shaft with my lips and tongue, breathing on him and running my hand up and down between his legs.
He was so calm, so willing to lie still and be fondled and caressed. I was surprised he wasn't barking orders, telling me to call him Mr. Thorne and all that kinky business. My butt cheek was still stinging from that one good slap, or was it? My whole body was tingling, anyway.
I tipped up his c**k with one hand and sucked him into my mouth, applying a little more friction than he expected, because he convulsed under me, surprised.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes, bobbing up and down on that gorgeous c**k of his, and he made eye contact and gave me a smile, his look changing from hungry to blissful.
With a little sea salt, his c**k was delicious, though it would have been just fine unseasoned. It was a lovely piece of equipment, a magnificent tool, so hard and sturdy, yet covered in softness.
“Careful,” he said, grinning.
“Mm?” I kept sucking, but I knew what he meant. He was stiffening more, the sac pulling up in anticipation. Under my seat, his legs straightened and tensed. He held his breath, and when his penis began to pulse, he groaned and made a facial expression that was both hard and soft.
I sucked him back and swallowed, maintaining pressure and rhythm.
I kept sucking until he softened in my mouth and trembled under me, at which point I released him and moved up to lie alongside him. He was sweaty, as was I. After a moment, I reached over and clicked the button to turn up the overhead fan in that part of the villa.
He squeezed me close and said, “That was great.”
I rubbed my legs together. I hadn't come yet, and I was keen to move on to the next part.
He yawned. “So exhausted. Long flight.”
I traced my finger along his stomach, wondering if I needed to spell it out for him.
He flinched and pushed my hand away. “No fair tickling! Hey, should we get room service or do you want to go for dinner at the restaurant?”
“Um. Restaurant.”
“Great. Hey, would you wake me up in about an hour? That should do the job.”
Do the job?
I went over the events in my mind. He'd given me o**l s*x, and then I'd pulled him up and stuck his c**k in my mouth. When I thought about it, it seemed possible he might have thought I'd come already and was returning the gesture.
I decided not to make a big deal out of it, to chalk it up to a miscommunication, and I rolled out of bed to have a shower.
“One hour,” he said, his voice thick and sleepy.
I winked at him, though his eyes were closed and he wouldn't have seen it. “You bet, baby. One hour.”
3: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
I banged on Suzanne's villa door for several minutes before a messy-haired Simon opened the door, squinting at me because he didn't have his glasses on.
“Lexie?”
“Yes, it's me, Lexie,” I said. “Who else would it be?”
He frowned. “Trouble in paradise?”
I glanced behind me, at the ocean, just as a porpoise jumped out of the water.
“Actually, I guess everything's pretty good,” I said, and I meant it. Luthor was there, with me. So our first sex session at the resort hadn't been the greatest sex ever. We were there for two more days and nights, and there was still time.
Simon waved me in and located his glasses, then began mixing me a drink.
“I should pace myself,” I said, since it wasn't even dinner time.
He chucked a wedge of lemon at me. “You're on holiday!”
I grabbed a handful of ice and chased after Simon, threatening to put it down his shorts. He yowled and ran around the villa like I was trying to murder him. Suzanne came out of the bathroom in a silk kimono. Once she determined I was not trying to murder her spouse, she helped me catch him and put the ice cubes down his shorts.
Back at my villa, before I woke up Luthor, I brushed my teeth and fixed my makeup. By the time I felt presentable, we were practically late for dinner.
I gently nudged him awake.
He didn't roll around groggily, as I would have, but simply opened his eyes, sat up, stretched, then stepped out of bed.
I said, “Wow, you wake up easy. I'd have that pillow over my head by now.”
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek on the way into the bathroom. “I wasn't always this way, but when I was twenty-two, I trained myself to get up without wasting time. You're going to get up anyway, so why not just do it?”
“Uh, because it's human not to?”
“Hey,” he said, pretending to be hurt. “I'm human.”
I looked down his nude body, admiring every bit of skin. “I'll say.”
He pulled away from my grasp and dashed off to the bathroom. “After dinner.”
“Oh, to hell with dinner.”
He raised one finger and playfully commanded, “Lexie, be good.”
“Arf.”
He shut the door and turned on the shower. I felt a little ridiculous for barking on command, but it had seemed like the right thing to do.
Then again, what did I know? I'd worked for some rich people in my career as a freelance professional organizer, but I certainly hadn't dated one. Did they just joke around like normal people?
Oh, man, I was in way over my head.
Dinner was incredible.
We started with drinks, because—as Simon kept reminding us—we were on vacation.
The smiling Indonesian woman who was serving us brought over our first round of drinks.
Luthor looked up sweetly and said, “Sue, you look well. How is your grandmother?”
The woman—Sue—blushed and said, “Much better, Mr. Thorne. Thank you. You have a good memory.”
After she walked away, Luthor reached a hand over and lazily squeezed my knee. “I was here about a year ago, and Sue's grandmother was having surgery on her hip. Nothing serious.”
For a jealous moment, I wondered if Luthor had talked about this with Sue when she was in his villa with him, but he gave me a flirty look, and I realized I was being silly.
We had more drinks and talked about the diving that day, with Simon saying things like, “And the fish with the big eyes! I thought it was going to eat me,” and “I saw a shadow go across me, and I swear there was a shark coming to eat me, and then we saw the clown fish—”
Luthor finished the story by interrupting “—and it ate off my thumb!” He waved his hand in the air with his thumb tucked under and we all laughed.