I gave him a smile and a soft sigh. I was glad Graham had told him where I was, too. I was totally shocked when Chad had caught up with me at the airport, ready to board, completely oblivious that he was standing in line right behind me. I had almost lost my shit when he tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see him smiling at me, holding up a ticket to Costa Rica. Honestly, Chad was a major part of the reason why I didn’t want to return to New York, but also part of the reason I’d happily return.
“In fact, my magic fingers are not busy at the moment,” Chad said, leaning in for a kiss. His tongue slid between my lips. I moaned into his mouth. “Shall we go back to our room for a little afternoon delight?”
“I need to write,” I said, knowing my weak argument would not put him off for long.
“Come up to the room and let me give you something to write about,” he said. He leaned in closer and kissed my nick. His strong hands moved to my thighs. He pushed them apart and started inching his fingertips toward the soaking crotch of my bikini bottoms. I felt the breath catch in my throat.
“Chad, stop it,” I giggled, clenching my legs together to trap his hands. “We’re in public.”
I pulled the laptop onto my lap and spread my legs enough for his fingers to slid past the strap of bikini and into my pussy. He started fingering me right there on the beach, with dozens of people around.
“You… have to… stop…” I said, eyes closed, breath heavy.
“Then come to the room with me,” he said, his tongue in my ear.
“Fine…” I said as his finger slid in fully to the knuckle and began swirling around, then slowly in and out. “Just let me… finish writing… this scene… in my… head…”
EPILOGUE: Zoe
My bikini came off the minute we were through the hotel room door. Chad pressed his mouth to mine as he slid his swimsuit down his muscular legs. His cock was hard, had been hard from all the way down in the lobby where I could feel it pressed against my ass as we walked. I grabbed his cock and began pumping him, hard and quick, while his hands explored every inch of my sweat-soaked, tanned body.
“Chad!” I screamed when he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I laughed and tried to roll away, but he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to him.
“Stop, wait, stop!” I giggled, but my laughter quickly turned to moans when his mouth found its way to my pussy and his tongue slid inside me. My toes curled, and my fingers immediately clutched his hair, pushing him down, begging for him to drive his tongue deeper inside me.
“Just like that,” I moaned, feeling his tongue sliding expertly between my pussy lips until it was flicking against my clit, driving me crazy. I pushed my hips up against his face, and began grinding against him, willing him to work faster, to press his tongue against me harder, faster, deeper.
My body rocked with what I knew was only going to be the first of many orgasms. He crawled up over me, his smile wide and his eyes gazing into mine hungrily.
“Put that in your book,” he said with a wicked smile.
I pulled him close, reached down and grabbed his cock. “I need more material, Mr. Walters.”
“My pleasure,” he groaned.
I screamed when he pushed his thick cock inside me, surprised by how hard he had taken to the request. I felt my hole stretching around him, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper.
He fucked me like a bucking bronco, sucking on my nipples, squeezing my breasts, groaning like an animal. The bed springs squeaked with the effort, but the sounds were muffled by my screams and his grunts. His pelvis rubbed against my clit with every thrust, and one orgasm after the other shook through me.
“Fuck, Zoe… I’m going… to cum.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, forcing him in deeper, and arched my back to push my pussy against him. I watched his eyes roll back, and increased my speed when I felt his muscles flex and go hard. He exploded inside me, filling me up, his juices mixing with mine, and I kept going. I clenched my muscles, squeezing him, and he shuddered as if he were having a seizure before collapsing on top of me, gasping for air.
I ran my hands down his back, letting my legs drop as he rolled off me. “God… I fucking love… Costa Rica.”
I glanced over at him and smiled. “Just Costa Rica?”
Chad smiled and held out his hand. “Costa Rica… and you.”
THE END
BONUS : DELETED SCENE 1
ZOE
My mind was anywhere but on writing when Chad showed up at my door after midnight with the look of lust in his dark eyes. I told him to come inside and quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb the old woman who lived across the hall and considered herself the moral compass of the twelfth floor.
I ushered Chad into the kitchen. He slid onto a stool at the island. I got him a cold beer from the fridge and set it on the counter in front of him. Christ, just having him in the room was enough to get my juices flowing.