The Two Week Stand (Sizzling Beach 1)

“Your mom is a fucking idiot.”

Can’t argue with that.

“Were you close to your mom?”

“Yeah.” A smile touches his eyes. “She was awesome.”

“What about your dad?”

I feel his body tense up.

“I still see him. But we’re not close.”

I can tell there’s a story there, but I don’t push the subject.

“What about brothers and sisters? You got any?”

His lips curve into a grin.

“We’ve had this conversation already, haven’t we?”

“Yep.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I sigh. “And what was your answer to that question?”

“Only child.”

“Same.”

“I know.”

“Of course you do. I wish I had a video recording of that night, so I’d know everything that I told you.”

“I wish I had one too. For a totally different reason.”

“So you could watch it and laugh at me?”

“Yep.”

“Twat.”

He chuckles, and I’m glad I made him laugh since I’d bummed him out when talking about his mum and dad.

“Any clue what time it is?” he asks me.

“No clue. I left my phone back at the villa.” I kind of like that about here. Not needing to constantly have my phone with me. Spending time away from the real world and the pressures of social media.

“Probably well after lunch now.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“You hungry?”

“Not really.”

I’ve eaten and drunk my body weight and probably West’s since I got here. If I haven’t gained weight, it’ll be a damn miracle. I’m just holding on to hope that any weight I might have gained, I’ve sweated out from the insane heat.

“You did eat enough at breakfast to feed a small family, so not surprising.”

“Hey.” I poke him in the side, and he jumps a little. “You’re ticklish.” I grin.

“Of course I am because I’m normal. Unlike you.”

I run my fingernails over his abs and down to the trail of hair that leads to my happy place. I get nothing from that. So, I do the same to his side, where I just poked him, and he jumps again. The hammock rocks a little.

“You wanna tickle me? Fine. But just remember that we’re lying in a hammock together. Any big movements, and we’re both going out of this thing. And when I’m being tickled, I make some pretty big movements.”

I don’t fancy landing on my arse. But tickling him is so tempting.

“Good thing I wasn’t planning on tickling you then,” I lie.

Instead, I decide to do something else. Because he makes some pretty big movements when we do this, too, and I’m wondering if this is also out of the question.

I slip the tips of my fingers into the waistband of his shorts.

I hear his sharp inhalation of breath.

Smiling to myself, I slide my hand right inside his shorts and wrap my fingers around his hot, hard cock. “No big sudden movements, you say?” I move my hand up and down his thickening shaft. “So, I guess sex is out of the question.”

Eyelids half-mast, he hisses out a moan. He rolls to his side. His hand cups my breast over my bikini, and his mouth descends on mine. “Sex is never out of the question,” he rumbles right before he takes my mouth in a deep, sultry kiss.

Lust bolts straight to my center.

“But we could fall,” I murmur against his lips.

“So we fall. Nothing could stop me from fucking you right now.”

“What if I die from the fall?”

“You’d fall onto sand. I think you’re good.”

“It’s a biggish drop though. I could sprain something.”

“It’s a couple of feet. You’d be fine. And you can still fuck through a sprain.”

“Your concern for me is overwhelming.”

“I know. Now, take my dick out of my shorts, so I can fuck you.”

I do as he told me, and I free his cock from his shorts.

“Do you have a condom?”

His brow rises, answering my question. Of course he has one. He doesn’t go anywhere on this island with me without a condom in his pocket.

We have a hell of a lot of sex.

He slides his hand in the pocket of his trunks and pulls out the familiar foil wrapper. Just seeing it has my insides tightening with anticipation.

A quick tear, and he’s rolling it on. Then, he unties the string on the side of my bikini bottoms and pushes it out of the way. Taking hold of my thigh, he hooks it over his hip, and he slides inside me.

He fucks me with slow, shallow thrusts. The base of his cock drags over my clit while he makes love to my mouth with his tongue.

Just when I think sex with him can’t get any better, that we’ve finally reached our peak, he goes and proves me wrong with hammock sex.

There is literally nowhere that he won’t screw me.

I’m fairly sure he’d do me on the table at breakfast if I gave him the green light to go ahead.

I don’t know if he just has an insatiable sexual appetite or if he has this appetite for me, but whatever it is, I’m grateful for it. And for all the orgasms that he gives me.