He’s right. It really is.
A Thai man, wearing cotton fishermen trousers and a loose-fitting linen shirt, drags his cart along the shorefront, calling out “pineapple” in many different languages. His skin is heavily lined from years in the sun, and his cart is laden with small pineapples.
I wave him over, grabbing my purse to find the unfamiliar currency. “You guys want some?”
Holden seems uncertain, but Karter scrambles in his bag for money. “I’ll get it,” he says, holding his hand up to indicate five portions.
I watch the man with fascination as he skins the pineapple, cutting around and around in circles to remove the deep black indented points. Using wooden skewers, he hands us each a popsicle shape of pineapple on a stick. He grins as I exclaim at how delicious it is. It’s the sweetest pineapple I’ve ever eaten. Karter pays a ridiculously small amount, and even Holden devours the fruit with relish.
“This is healthier than the shit we usually eat at the beach.” Karter pulls a huge bag of chips from his black knapsack.
“So, how long are you planning to defer the answer to my question,” Harris asks me as he takes a massive bite of his fruit snack. “I think I’m going to add another rule…you have to answer the question before your next orgasm.”
“You’re not adding that rule!” Holden says. “There’s no way that this question-and-answer shit is going to be responsible for delaying anyone’s orgasms.”
“Orgasm denial can be kind of fun,” Kane says with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“I’ll remember that for later.” I arch an eyebrow, and his brothers all laugh.
“Looks like you’ll be coming last,” Karter chuckles.
His twin draws up his arms until his hands are behind his head. “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘The best things come to those who wait’?”
“I never thought I’d see the day that Kane got philosophical about busting a nut.”
“Ugh.” I shake my head, screwing up my nose and shooting Karter a disgusted look. “That is a gross turn of phrase. Keep talking like that, and you won’t be busting anywhere near me.”
“That’s alright…he’s pretty good at busting a nut alone,” Kane winks.
“Can we talk less about our masturbatory habits in front of Connie, please?” Holden says.
Since Harris came up with the question game, I’ve been flustered about the prospect of them wanting me to ask them questions too. But maybe there are some questions I can ask that will keep this light and fluffy. Lots of sex questions could be fine. “Okay, I want to ask a question.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Harris says, “and we haven’t had orgasms yet.”
“Good point,” I say. “Maybe that’s something we should rectify.”
Sliding off my sunbed, I rest the stick from my pineapple popsicle on the small white table, grab my towel and stand over Harris. “Space for another one?”
He squints up at me warily. “What are you planning?”
“Something I’m pretty sure you’re going to enjoy.”
“I told you I want to come in your…” Harris glances around to see if there is anyone in earshot “…pretty pussy.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t get to make all the decisions all of the time Harris.”
He shuffles to the side of the sunbed, his gorgeous muscular chest and abs rippling with the movement. I lie down next to him on my side, drawing the towel over us. His blue eyes find mine as I slide my hand slowly down his chest. “I think you might be big trouble,” he murmurs as I cup his heavy cock through his swim shorts.
“Oh, I know I’m big trouble,” I say, smiling as his eyes roll and then close when I slide my hand beneath the fabric. His cock kicks in my palm.
“I’m going to make you come, Harris, right here on this beach, in front of all of these people, and you’re going to have to keep quiet.
His throat moves as he swallows, the tight grip I’m giving each pull already making him slick. “Fuck, Connie,” he moans.
Next to us, his brothers are watching everything with amusement.
“You like that?” I whisper against his ear. “You can think about my pretty pussy, baby. Think about it spread open, just waiting for your big cock to push inside.”
“Mmmm…” he moans.
“Think about how good it will feel when you pump me full of your hot cum.”
“Fuck…” Harris curls onto his side, facing me, and I change the angle of my wrist.
“Think about when you pull out and watch all that sticky cum slide out of my pussy. You can watch my pussy leak, baby.”
Harris grits his teeth and scrunches his eyes closed as his cock swells in my fist, and his cum heats my skin. Oh, the feeling of power, watching this big, gorgeous, cocky man so undone by my hand and my words.
Behind me, I hear movement, and suddenly, I’m lifted from Harris’s sunbed and thrown over a shoulder. “Grab the stuff,” Holden says. “I’m carrying this woman back to our lair before my balls explode.”