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

a soft smile. “Well, I’m only kidding. But…”

“But?”

She shrugged, laughed. “I guess I was just fantasizing there for a minute, and it seemed fun.”

He issued an almost challenging glance her way, motioning to the door they’d just exited. “We can go back in there if you want.”

Again, her cunt pulsed at the idea, and for a moment, she was actually tempted. What would it be like to add that new experience to her sexual repertoire? Even so, though, she simply said, “No thanks. The truth is, I’m ready to get you alone.”

“Hey, look who it is.” Chris pointed to the dance floor, where Carrie immediately spotted Shay, now totally naked, writhing against a young blond guy, also totally in the buff, his cock swaying as he pumped to the beat.

“Is that…Jake? From your snorkeling crew?”

“None other.” He looked at Carrie. “He’s only been with us a few weeks, and I didn’t know he was into this. But looks like Shay won’t mind if we take off without her.”

The two of them approached the couple, the guys exchanging greetings of, “Hey, dude,” as Shay said, “Sweets, your tits look fantastic.” She didn’t hesitate to reach out and curve her palm around one of them.

“We’re taking off,” Chris said.

Shay nodded. “Are you guys sailing tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Carrie said. She and Chris had made plans to do just that.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have asked,” Shay said suddenly. “You guys probably want to be alone.”

Carrie tilted her head. She’d seen a whole new Shay tonight—one who was just as wild and raw, but who also had stopped issuing sexual challenges. Touched by her sincerity, and knowing Chris enjoyed watching them together, Carrie said, “No, come along.” Then she leaned in, whispering in Shay’s ear. “Chris likes watching us.”

Shay winked. “You’re getting the hang of this more and more, sweets.”

* * * * *

“Come in here.” Chris pulled her by the wrist into the same sex shop where they’d bought vibrators a few nights ago.

“Why?” she said, laughing.

God, she looked beautiful, the daisies on her breasts peeking out from behind the black lace that covered them again. He couldn’t stop thinking about how smooth and naked her sweet pussy was under that short skirt, either. “I want to pick something up.”

“Well, I want to fuck you, so make it fast.” How was it she could say that and still have it come out sounding so sweet and delicate?

“Bossy,” he teased, leading her back to a set of shelves filled with fur-covered handcuffs, massage oil, edible body gel, and… “Voila,” he said, snatching up a package of body paints.

“What’s that for?”

“I decided Mr. Painter back there shouldn’t get to have all the fun.” In fact, he’d even felt slightly jealous of her interest in Mr. Painter, although her curiosity about a three-way with another guy had aroused the hell out of him. In fact, part of him wondered if maybe he should have encouraged her more, made it happen, because he knew he’d love to see her taking that much pleasure—but on the other hand, his chest had gotten just as warm when she’d said she wanted to get him alone. Even as exciting as it had been to fuck her in the club without a care for privacy, being alone appealed, too. It was two entirely different strains of excitement, and he relished them both equally.

The moment they reached her room, he said, “Take your skirt off and let me see that pretty pussy.”

He lay on the bed, watching as she first removed her sexy lace camisole, allowing him to feast his eyes on her daisy-laden breasts again, their pink centers as stiff as his cock. Then she turned her back to him and lowered her skirt, bending deep at the waist to give him a hot view from behind. He let out a low groan at the tempting sight.

When she turned to face him, he let his gaze take in the whole incredibly erotic package before him—his beautiful strawberry-blonde angel with delicate white flowers arcing across her round breasts, her bare slit peeking from between black garters that led down to tantalizing fishnet stockings and sexy black boots.

Lifting one boot onto the foot of the bed, she reached down to unzip it.

“No,” he said. “Those stay on.”

Her gaze took on a glassy sheen as she sensuously licked her upper lip. “Then it’s your turn. Get those pants off. Show me your big, beautiful cock.”

Her demands made him harder. Angel or vixen? Definitely both. And he loved the two contrasting sides of her.

Rising from the bed, he quickly rid himself of his shirt, kicked off his flip-flops, and let his shorts and underwear drop to the floor.

Her eyes looked downright hungry as she spied his erection. He grinned. “Like what you see, baby?”

She nodded. “Oh yes.”

Taking a few steps toward her, he pushed her gently back onto the bed, onto her back. “Spread for me.”

She parted her legs, her cunt opening instantly, allowing him to see all the wet pink folds within.

Rushing to break into the little tins of body paint, he knelt on the floor between her bent knees and raked his finger through the tiny tub of green. Starting on one side of her pussy, he painted a wavy line up and around her belly button, and back down onto the other side. She watched, raised on her elbows.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s not obvious?” He punctuated the question with a laugh as he dipped his finger into the yellow paint.

“Uh, no.”

“Keep watching.” With that, he distributed fingertip dots of yellow here and there along the waving ribbon of green.

Only when he started smearing thin white petals outward from the yellow blotches did she say with a smile, “Oh, more daisies.”

He broke his gaze from the green vine arching up from her cunt to grin. “I thought your pussy should be decorated, too.”

“Mmm,” she said as he drew tiny petals on the daisy closest to her cunt.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered.

She