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

everything he’d missed by being hidden under Shay’s ass.

As Carrie molded Shay’s breasts, she sensed Shay moving harder against Chris’s mouth, heard her breath coming strong and raspy, and suspected she would come soon. Without forethought, she heard herself breath, “I want to come, too. I want us all to come together.”

Chris must have heard her, for that was when his big hands moved from her thighs to her pussy, both his thumbs centering over her clit. “Oooh, God,” she moaned. She’d been fairly close to coming before, but Chris’s sweet touches would get her there much faster, and his increased drives up into her cunt only added to the sensations.

Instinct led her to squeeze Shay’s breasts harder, tighter, and Shay’s hands massaged and kneaded her soft, fleshy mounds just as firmly. Both rocked their pussies, hard, harder, against Chris, seeking the climax that lurked so near.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. Chris was filling her so full, so deep, yet somehow she yearned for more.

“Lick me, baby,” Shay prodded.

The waves crashed for Carrie then—coming on faster than expected, the orgasm taking her by storm. Her whole body felt swallowed by the pulsing pleasure that centered in her cunt and breasts and radiated outward. She cried out wildly, and before she was done, Shay had joined her, crushing Carrie’s breasts in her hands, screaming out a colossal “Yes!” as she pummeled Chris’s mouth with her cunt. Within seconds, Chris groaned, thrusting so hard it lifted Carrie from the deck with three incredible strokes that seemed to drive right through her, the force and sensation extending her orgasm and making her sob.

When their orgasms all faded, Shay eased off of Chris and bent to give him a small kiss, his face wet with her juices. “Thank you, baby,” she said softly, then she rose and gave Carrie a little kiss, as well. “Thank you, too. You’re all right, sweets.”

Before Carrie could respond, Chris pulled her down to his chest, kissing her forehead, breathing, “I need to hold you, angel. I need to hold you so tight. I never want to let you go.”

Chapter Twelve

A few hours later, Carrie and Chris lay in their underwear on the bed in her room. They’d showered and started getting dressed, but had decided they were tired from the day’s activities and needed an afternoon nap.

“What’s on for tonight?” she asked after they’d awakened and lay cuddling together. She wore a pretty pink lace bra and thong set, and Chris had donned a pair of black boxer briefs that he’d brought with him that morning along with a change of clothes.

He gazed down at her, looking bummed. “A long, late shift at the Lizard, I’m afraid.”

“Ah.” She hoped she didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.

Silly, though, she told herself. She’d just spent the whole day with him, and before that, the whole night. Even so, it was Thursday evening and her departure on Sunday was beginning to loom a little too close for comfort.

“I’ve still got a couple of hours, though, so we can take a walk through town and find someplace quiet for dinner first.”

She laughed. “There’s someplace quiet in Key West?”

He chuckled in reply. “Shocking, but true. If you know where to look. And I do.” He glanced into her eyes. “I mean, unless you’d rather go someplace with more of a party atmosphere.”

She shook her head against his well-muscled shoulder. “No,” she said quickly. “Quiet is nice.”

Within an hour, they were strolling Duval Street, a place which she learned was much more serene in the early evening, giving the island’s quaint charm a chance to show before sunset brought out Key West’s wild side. Holding her hand, Chris led her down a side street to a clapboard house painted in dark colors, the oval-shaped sign in front declaring it Buonissimo, an Italian Eatery.

“I hope you like Italian,” he said.

“I love it.”

“Good. I know the hostess, so hopefully we can get in without reservations.”

A few minutes later, a leggy redhead who instantly stirred Carrie’s jealous instincts seated them at a quiet table beneath a dark, dramatic Michelangelo print. Everything about the setting induced a sense of privacy that Carrie suddenly cherished. She’d loved everything that she and Chris had done with other people, but after the lengths they’d gone to today, she wanted to retreat a little and be alone with him.

Over pasta and a bottle of wine, Chris told her more about his family, consisting of his parents, the grandpa he’d mentioned before, and two sisters, both married with kids and living what he called, “happy but uneventful suburban lives. Which is great for them,” he went on, “but it wasn’t enough for me, and they have a hard time getting that.”

Even so, hearing about their history together, and how much he enjoyed going home for the holidays and seeing his nieces and nephews, she came away with the idea that, despite his move south, they all still loved and treasured him.

“Always strange going back, though. It’s so different there. It’s like stepping into another universe.”

Carrie took a sip of Merlot, absorbing his words. “I have a feeling that’s how it’s going to feel for me, too. I know I’ve only been here a week, but it seems longer. And it’s given me a sense of freedom I’ve never had before.”

Across from her, he looked unsettled. “I’d rather not think about you leaving.”

She sighed, wondering if it were remotely possible he could feel the same sort of attachment she felt toward him—this quickly.

“But on a brighter note,” he said, flashing a sudden smile, “tomorrow I have some special plans for you, some things you need to do in Key West before you go.”

She blinked, surprised. “Like what? I thought I’d done it all.”

Chris shook his head. “Believe or not, you’ve skipped a few key things—no pun intended. I’ll give you the grand tour of what you’ve missed.”

After dinner, Chris insisted they share a helping of tiramisu, despite her claims of being full.