Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

men and a few women—all a little older than him and buck-naked. Rather than acknowledging them, though, he found himself turning back to her, leaning in to her, wrapping his arms around her, somehow suddenly trying to shield her and keep their intimacy more private. I love you.

He literally bit his tongue, stopping the words. Where the fuck had they come from? He didn’t know, couldn’t think. Too many emotions swirled in his head.

And damn—peering down into her big emerald eyes, he still wanted to say it. Instead, he settled on, “That was so incredible, angel.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear, her legs now wrapped around his back, his cock still buried in her. The heels of her boots dug lightly into his skin.

He blinked and pulled back a bit, stunned. “Sorry?”

She offered a playful smile. “I wanted to do lots more fun and interesting things to your pole on the dance floor, but I got carried away.”

He let out a sated sigh. “Baby, you treated my pole just fine. And besides, foreplay is fun, but I’d rather have my cock in you than anywhere else.”

Carrie was astounded at what she’d just done—or more specifically, where she’d just done it. She could scarcely believe the true depths of her wantonness, but it had been so hot, and wonderful, and easy to just give herself to him without a care for where they were or who was around them. She couldn’t help feeling utterly pleased with how thoroughly she’d abandoned her inhibitions for him tonight.

“I need a drink,” she said, smiling up at him. After the dancing and the hot passion they’d just shared, her throat was parched.

He flashed a small, satisfied grin. “Just so happens you have one at the bar, although I’m sure the ice has it good and watered down by now.”

Easing his cock out of her, he helped her to her feet, and she felt his semen begin to leak down, wetting her inner thighs. Clearly having anticipated it, Chris was already stooping before her, using his hands to wipe up and collect his juices, his touches between her legs enough to have her biting her lip as new arousal perked to life.

Rising up before her, he pressed his palms to her breasts and smeared the wetness onto the two sensitive mounds. She looked down, watching as he covered her chest with a wet sheen, massaging it in. They both studied his hands molding and shaping her, her nipples getting harder with each passing second. God, just when she thought the excitement was over, it began again.

Finally, he ended the sweet pleasure by tweaking the pink peaks of her breasts between his fingertips, then pulling down her skirt. Leaning in close, he purred in her ear, “You’re wearing me now.”

* * * * *

A few minutes later, Shay appeared at the bar where they sat, her breasts painted with dolphins. Three small porpoises circled each nipple. “Wow,” Carrie said, “that’s gorgeous.” Unlike the other women she’d seen with painted breasts, this breast art was designed to enhance rather than cover. Shay’s pert pink nipples were still fully visible, jutting out between the jumping dolphins.

Shay shimmied her breasts at the compliment, her lips spreading into a sexy smile.

Carrie looked up at Chris. “I want to get mine painted, too.”

Soon after, she and Chris had picked out a design—a vine of delicate flowers that would curl around one pink crest, then drape across her chest to swirl about the other. The artist was young—he looked like he could be a college student—with long, dark hair and an earring in one lobe. Carrie sat very still, her sensitive breasts absorbing every stroke of his thin brush as it swept over her skin. She loved having Chris watch her breasts become transformed into something new; his gaze made her pussy tingle anew.

A few minutes later, the artist passed her a mirror so she could fully see what he’d created on her chest. The result was lush and beautiful—a thin chain of daisies that appeared to be sprinkled across the curves of her breasts.

She glanced up at Chris. “What do you think?”

He smiled. “I think you get more gorgeous every minute.”

She giggled. “No, what do you think of the daisies?”

“I think I’m glad you chose that type of design because looking at you right now makes me want to kiss your pretty nipples.”

She waited for her typical blush, given that the painter still sat directly before her, but it didn’t come.

When her eyes drifted to the artist, he grinned. “I don’t blame the guy. I’m having the same urge myself.”

A swift spiral of desire coiled through her at the picture his words formed in her mind—she suddenly envisioned Chris laving one nipple while the cute, young, bohemian artist licked the other. She drew in her breath—despite teasing Chris the other day that she might want him and Scott both, she’d never desired something that hedonistic before, not even since learning she had the capability to want so many wild things.

But she had no time to entertain the idea further, since Chris quickly pulled her up from the chair and paid the painter for his work. Before even exiting the small room, however, he bent down and raked his tongue across one nipple, making her purr with pleasure as the sensation echoed all way into her cunt.

She found herself glancing over her shoulder at the artist, making sure he was watching. As the days passed, she was beginning to understand what Amy and Cole got out of being watched—the very connection with the painter’s gaze made her pussy surge.

“Thank you,” she said to the artist as Chris led her swiftly from the room.

She found herself laughing as they reentered the main bar area.

“What?” he asked with a grin.

“You. Unlike me, with you and Shay, you’re not into sharing, are you?”

Chris tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. “So you want to be shared, huh?”

Her pussy throbbed as she cast