Key West (21 page)

Chris went out and a few minutes later Carrie joined him, wearing a curve-hugging, flesh-colored, see-through slip that started low on her breasts and ended high on her thighs. By the time she stepped through the door, she’d discovered the feel of the fabric moving against her skin made her feel ultra-sensual.

“I’m here,” she whispered, finding him leaning against the balcony rail in the dark, watching the moonlight arc across the water.

Unlike her, he’d stayed naked, and she liked the view of his muscled back and ass, but when he turned around, she enjoyed his reaction to her lingerie even more. “Aw, baby,” he growled, flashing a hot little grin. “Ouch.”

She knew from a glance in the mirror that her breasts stood high in the meshy fabric, her nipples poking clearly through, their color making two dark blots in the slip. Her bare pussy and what remained of her pubic hair showed through, as well.

“This is better than a wet t-shirt,” he said.

She approached on bare feet, running her hands up his tan chest as his arms closed around her. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Hate to break it to you, though,” he said with a tilt of his head, “this doesn’t hide much. If your friends come out on their balcony, they’re still gonna get the pleasure of seeing your pretty body.”

She smiled bashfully, finally acknowledging what she hadn’t even been able to admit to herself until just now. “Okay, so maybe I knew that. Maybe I just wanted to…look extra-sexy for you.”

His big hands eased down onto her ass, massaging it through the thin slip. “Mmm, mission accomplished, angel.”

With that, he took her hand and led her to a chair—the same she’d sat in that very morning to talk with Amy and Cole as they ate breakfast. He took a seat and she straddled his lap.

His erection stretched up over his abdomen and stomach. She glanced down admiringly, loving the way he managed to stay hard for her no matter how many times they did it.

“So, you think this is going to work? This position?” They’d done it like this in the tub, of course, but he’d been priming her for a long while then, and it seemed her pussy’s capacity still wasn’t entirely predictable.

He grinned. “I know it will. I have my secret weapon now.”

She raised her eyebrows, resting her hands gently on his chest. “Secret weapon?”

She shivered as he ran his hands up under her slip to squeeze her ass, one lone finger just barely touching her excitable little asshole. She sucked in her breath at the pleasure the tiny caress sent through her body. “I can’t believe I’m a person who likes that,” she said on a laugh.

He chuckled along with her. “Why not?”

“I don’t know,” she said sheepishly. “I guess I just always thought of that as a pretty kinky sort of thing.”

This time, he leaned his head back in rich, deep laughter.

“Yeah—ha, ha—laugh at the naïve girl,” she teased.

He leaned toward her until their foreheads touched. “Want to know a secret?”

“Sure.”

“I
love
how naïve you are. And I love being the man who changes that.”

She drew back slightly, looking into his eyes. God, she was wild for this man. And she couldn’t even imagine going back to her real life in her real world without him. She wanted to tell him so, wanted to say those horrible, dreadful little words that any guy indulging in a hot, casual fling with a girl on vacation would abhor hearing.
I love you
.

She bit her lip before they could even
think
about coming out.

Were they true? She didn’t know. Given her recent debacle of a wedding, she didn’t exactly feel like an authority on the subject.

But she
felt
like she was falling in love with him. She felt it in every fiber of her being. She couldn’t imagine any other man who could possibly have inspired her to do the things she’d done with him. She’d told herself it must be about rebellion, must be about needing to cut loose after her breakup with Jon—but the more time she spent with Chris, the less she believed it, and the more she thought it was all about
him
.

Running her hands up his muscled arms, feeling the utter hardness of not just his cock, but his whole body, made her nipples seem to tighten even more than they already were as her pussy tingled softly.

“Tell me about this,” she said, sliding her left hand over the tattoo banding his right arm. She’d been meaning to ask him, wanting to know if it had any significance, since the moment they’d met.

“What’s to tell?”

“It looks ancient and Celtic. Does that mean something or it is just a design you selected?”

He tilted his head, gifting her with a small smile. “My grandfather picked it out.”

She let out a laugh at the unexpected answer. “Really?”

He nodded. “We’ve always been close. He’s a very cool guy for somebody who’s pushing eighty, and he even came down to spend a week with me about a year after I moved here.”

She drew back slightly, making a face. “Please tell me you didn’t take him on the
Party Barge
.”

He chuckled. “No, but he wanted to go. I had to convince him it was a boring ride where guys got drunk and threw up and that no self-respecting female would even think about going. I tried to sort of…shelter him while he was here, but he insisted on hitting some bars, and he drank me under the table doing shots at Sloppy Joe’s.”

“Wow,” she said. “He sounds like quite a character.”

“Anyway, I told him I was thinking of getting a tattoo and he said, ‘What are you waiting for? Let’s do it now.’ So we went to a tattoo parlor and he picked this one out. He’s Irish, came over as a young man just after World War II, and one of my cousins managed to trace our roots back to practically the Middle Ages. Who knows if it’s accurate, but he thought it was cool and kind of gets into Celtic stuff. So I got it for him. And it’s kind of nice, because sometimes when I notice it in the mirror, it makes me think of the old guy.”

She smiled, touched by his story. “Have you seen him since?”

He nodded. “I go home every Christmas, and I exchange e-mail with him.” Another soft laugh filled the air. “He’s always asking me for tips on picking up girls. He’s got his eye on several old women at the senior citizen’s center where he plays gin rummy twice a week.”

“That’s great,” she said softly.

“But enough about him. I didn’t come out onto this balcony to discuss my grandpa.”

She rose slightly on her knees, wiggling her hips as she twined her arms around his neck. “And what exactly
did
you come out here for?”

He grazed his hands up past her hips, stroking his thumbs over her pearled nipples, making her release a low groan. “I came out here to fuck my hot little angel,” he whispered.

A tremor raced through her pussy as she rose higher on her knees, lifting her breasts to his mouth. He nipped gently at one peak, catching it in his teeth through the filmy fabric. She sucked in her breath as the little bite echoed through her, straight down into her cunt.

The transparent garment possessed a small keyhole between her breasts, tied with a thin bow—he used his teeth to pull the string and reached up to part the slip’s little vee opening until he’d freed her breasts, the fabric pulled tight around their outer edges. “Mmm, I do like this outfit,” he growled, lifting a kiss to the inner curve of her breast. “You look hot in it, but I can still get to everything I need to.”

Reaching up, she cupped one breast while he watched, lifting her nipple to his mouth.

He looked into her eyes as he delivered slow, sensual licks over the distended nub, the night breeze making the wet peak tingle coolly. She gazed back, feeling as if perhaps they’d never been quite so intimate as this—their faces so close, their eyes locked, their foreplay tantalizingly unhurried and deliberate.

His voice was the softest whisper, almost lost in the breeze. “Fuck me.”

Carrie felt the request slither down through her body like something alive. Her pussy surged with moisture and her breasts ached.

Reaching slowly down for his big cock, she licked her lips, bending to lower a gentle kiss to the wet end. She felt him shudder, heard him breathe, “Ah,” as she sat back up and licked her lips again, tasting the sweet flavor of his pre-come, being sure to remove every remnant of his wetness from her lips and not let a drop go to waste.

Then she shifted, her movements leisurely, languid—wanting to stretch this out, wanting him to watch her, wanting him to feel just as sensually wired as she did. She lifted her cunt, poising it on the tip of his huge shaft before she sank down, taking him inside.

She let out a deep cry of pleasure—he felt even bigger than usual, as if he were spearing her whole body, as if there was nothing to her but the hot cock that filled her.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice quivering slightly. “You took me so fucking easy, angel.”

Oh God, she
had
. She hadn’t even thought about it; she’d been thinking of nothing but wanting him inside her, how well he would fill her, how slow she wanted to fuck him so it would last all night. It was probably the first time he’d entered her that she hadn’t been hyperaware of his size, tense and waiting to see what happened.

She smiled. “Looks like you don’t need that secret weapon, after all.”

He grinned. “Well, I might not
need
it, but I may just use it anyway.”

Yet Carrie could hardly even think about her ass at the moment—her full focus was on how well his shaft filled her pussy. “Do you have any idea how incredible you feel in my cunt?”

He released a soft growl. “Probably about as good as you feel on my cock. You’re still so, so tight, angel.”

She sighed. “Who
wouldn’t
be tight, around
this
monster?”

He laughed. “You might be surprised. Your sweet little pussy is definitely the tightest thing I’ve felt in a very long time.”

“Good,” she said playfully. “That makes me feel special.”

His grin faded. “You
are
special.”

She released a languid sigh, letting the sentiment permeate her.

“You know today, when I said I wanted you to lick Shay so you could feel what
I
feel with
you
?”

She nodded.

And he shook his head. “You
couldn’t
have felt what I feel with you. Maybe some of the physical part, but…you couldn’t have felt the way I feel inside.”

His words stole her breath for a moment, but when she recovered, she knew she wanted to make love to him even more now—wanted to make love to him as he’d never been made love to before.

As his hands curved around her ass, she slid sensually up and down his long shaft in protracted, lingering strokes. She watched his gaze arc across her face, down over her breasts, held so snugly by the fabric stretched around them, then below, to where he entered her wetness.

She lowered her cunt on him again and again, in a slow, seductive fuck that was consuming her as much as she hoped it consumed him. She leaned her head back as she sank onto him, reveling in the enormity of the cock that filled her, then ran her hands back through her hair as she began to ride him a little faster, a little more rhythmically. The warm tropical night enveloped her as much as his hands kneading her ass, as much as his aura surrounding her. Her breasts jiggled lightly, sensually, against the sexy beige fabric that held them aloft and slightly pushed together.

He groaned, and when she brought her head back up and opened her eyes, he looked positively mesmerized with her. She reached up, lifting the weight of her round breasts in her hands. He watched her as she ran her fingertips over her nipples, gently squeezing them, making them harder for his hungry gaze. Then she molded the mounds gently in her palms, letting the engorged peaks jut lightly against her hand.

Finally, she lifted her breasts to his mouth—both of them together. They were large enough that she could push her nipples almost against one another, placing them closely side by side.

Chris reached up, replacing her hands with his own to press the mounds inward as he sucked in both distended crests. The sensation shot sharply to her clit and she yelled out, still fucking him, still riding that enormous cock and feeling each and every stroke in every nerve ending in her body.

Chris continued to suckle her, sometimes both nipples at once, sometimes only one, but his ministrations had her gritting her teeth in severe pleasure. Her whole being was wracked with hot delight—sensations shivering through her neck, arms, thighs, belly, as much as through her breasts and cunt. She fucked him harder now, driving her pussy down onto the hilt of his cock, grunting with each stroke. What had started out slow and sensual had become rough and animalistic, primal forces driving her actions and responses, taking her so deep into sex that she barely knew what she was doing. She’d lost thought and decision and followed her body’s instincts now, finally stopping her rough drives against him, trading them in for hot, grinding circles that rubbed her clit against the base of his shaft.

He began alternating between breasts, sucking one nipple and then the other, both of them panting as she drew closer and closer to ecstasy. “Yes, yes,” she whispered on the hot breeze. “Oh, God yes, baby.” She ground her pussy heatedly against him, ultra-aware of the long cock stretched full and hard inside her, knowing soon it would happen, soon she would come.