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We sat in silence soaking up the sun while I recovered from such an unexpected compliment. He was being a gentleman, surely, because nobody fell for someone so fast. Romance on that scale only happened in the movies or cheesy romance novels, but it sure was exciting to hear him say it. Even if it was a lie.
It was a constant battle to remind myself that Shawn’s interest in me wasn’t real. If anything, he was just playing along. Pretending to be blissfully happy with me. That was me, though. You could count on me to be fun to be around. It was the mask I wore. It’s funny the lies about ourselves we project out into the world. Like me, projecting how confident I felt beside this man I hardly knew. Little did he know how utterly terrified I was and how desperately I wanted to hide my true self from him. From everyone. If people knew the real me, how pathetic and weak I really was, they would run for the hills. It was better to pretend. Masks were an essential part of life. And I had no doubt he wore his well too.
“Okay, what about you?” I asked, pulling out my sunglasses from my bag to hide my insecurities. “What’s your story?”
“Not much to tell,” he said. “My twenties are a blur thanks to the booze. Then, after a pretty rough year, I got sober. That’s about it. Well, apart from the whole getting fake married to a stranger part, but you know that story.” He gave me such a sincere smile that it made my heart flutter.
I was about to ask him what he did for work, since he dodged the question earlier, when an unpleasant revelation popped into my head. “Shit. I’m going to have to move out of Dwayne’s house when I get back.”
“Wait, I thought you said you had your own place?”
“Well, yes. I was partially moved in with him. After four years, you start bringing over small things here and there until most of your shit ends up at his place. We were living together, but we weren’t. If that makes any sense.”
“You wanted to keep your independence.”
I shrugged. “More like I didn’t trust him to stick around and wanted a backup living situation. But once we got engaged, I didn’t renew my lease. It’s up at the end of the month. My landlord will have rented my unit out by this point. Where the hell am I going to stay when we get back?”
“No. No reality.” Shawn reached over and took my hand. My nerves calmed almost at once. How was he able to do that so easily?
“But—”
“No. We agreed. Remember? This is our honeymoon. The real world doesn’t exist on this boat.”
“Right,” I said, though I wasn’t very convincing.
He squeezed my hand. “We’ll figure it all out, Jasmine. Just not today. This week is about adventure and exploration.” He looked down at me, hungrily.
Leave it to him to change the subject so expertly. His desire sparked my own. With one look, he had made me horny. The man had serious skills.
“Exploration, huh? Got somewhere in mind you want to go?” I lowered my sunglasses seductively.
“Now that you mention it, there is this amazing garden I got to taste the fruits of recently that I’m dying to explore again,” he whispered.
My hand traced down from my sunglasses, over the curve of my breasts. His eyes watched my fingers intensely as I worked my way down my torso painfully slow. When they reached the edge of my bikini bottoms, I paused. He raised a single eyebrow, almost daring me to make the next move. Emboldened, I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. The closest couple were about seven beach chairs away and appeared to be asleep. Satisfied no one was paying any attention to us in the shadows, I pushed my hand under the fabric of my bikini bottom. I watched his eyes as they followed my fingers downward to swiftly disappear inside myself.
“You mean, this garden?” I purred. I could not believe how wet I was for him. Or that I was feeling myself in public. This was so unlike me. Yet, I was helpless to stop.
He swallowed, and I saw his dick twitch against his swimsuit. “I want my plow to get dirty in your garden.”
“Then we’d better find our way back to our cabin before we get kicked off the boat for indecent exposure.” I withdrew my finger from myself, and quickly he reached out and placed that finger into his mouth to suck on it.
“Lead the way,” he said.
Oh, it was on.
Or, it was until we got to our room and saw the housekeepers were in there. Their cart blocked much of the narrow hallway. I stopped in front of the cart and huffed.
“Cock-blocked by a cleaning crew,” he whispered in my ear.
“They won’t be long,” I assured him, hoping it was true.
“Well, in the meantime,” he said against my neck, “we’ll have to keep the fires warm.” A moment later, I felt his hand wrap around my waist. I could feel him hard against me. Then his hand moved inside the bottom of my bikini. Before I could react, his long fingers slid inside me. I gasped at his bold move. While the cleaning cart was blocking the action from any onlookers that might come down the hall, it was wildly titillating. I knew that I should reach down and remove his hand before we got caught, but instead, I lifted my hips to give him better access. The second he started to swirl his finger around my clit, I had to reach out and hold myself against the wall. It caused such a loud thump, that the woman cleaning our room poked her head out. Instead of removing his finger, however, Shawn worked me harder.
The woman looked at both of us, seeming none the wiser about what was occurring just outside of her line of sight. His middle finger pressed small circles over my clit, making it hard to not scream out in delight.
“You need come inside?” the elderly lady asked with a thick accent.
“Yes,” I said, panting. “I need to come inside.” And not out in a public hallway, preferably.
She nodded and gestured to the room, making a step toward her cart. Only then, did Shawn remove his fingers. A second later and we would have been exposed for sure.
Shawn pulled out the key as the woman made her way to the next room. I stood behind him, wrapping my hand over his crotch as payback.
“Oh, you’re naughty,” I whispered.
“Only with you.”
He unlocked the door, and we pushed our way inside. The door was barely closed before his lips found mine. Pressed firmly against it, I felt my hands tug at his shorts, frantic to feel his length in my hands. He moaned around my lips as he shimmed out of his trunks. As soon as his suit was off, I held my hand out.
“Wait. I want to look at you,” I said.
He smiled and held his arms out for inspection. My God, he was beautiful. His cock was fully hard now, engorged and hunting for me. My lips ached to suck him off, but I could tell he was ready now. And I wanted to feel him inside me.
“I want to see you, too.”
“Then you better take this bikini off me.”
He pressed me against the door. Kneeling, he placed both hands on my hips before he used his teeth to pull the cloth down to the floor. Eagerly, I pulled my feet out of it.
“I need your help with the ties,” I whispered, turning slowly to expose the knots on the back of the suit. The move effectively put my ass right in his face, and I felt no shame about it.
“Fuck me, you have an amazing ass,” he said. He placed his hands on either cheek before he spread them apart to lick at my core.
“Holy shit.” I gasped. Never before had Dwayne, or any of my other lovers come at me from this angle. It had either been missionary for Dwayne or the occasional guy who let me be on top. But this... This was new. My fingers clawed against the door as his tongue worked his magic.
“Shawn, please. I need you,” I begged. Words I’d said countless times in past relationships, but never actually meant. I had never been so transfixed by a guy before. It felt like I would explode if his cock didn’t get inside me soon.
Taking my cue, he gave me one last lick, sending shivers all over before he stood up and pressed me hard against the door.
“Then you shall have me.” He made quick work of the two knots. The fabric fell away from me. I expected him to turn me around and bring me to the bed, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept me flattened against the door. It was so erotic; I thought my knees might buckle in the anticipation.
His fingers dug into my hips, locking me into place. My nipples pebbled against the door with their newfound freedom. Dwayne never wanted to do doggie style, let alone standing, so I was beyond excited for some amazing sex. I arched my back, waiting for him to enter me.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, before he slapped my ass hard, sending tingles of delight up my spine.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he ran over to the nightstand, his erection bobbing as he did. He tore the condom box open and ripped off a wrapper with his teeth. He made quick work of sliding the latex over his cock before he came back over to me. I had been a good girl and hadn’t budged.
“Fair warning”—Shawn flinched—“judging by the snugness of this condom, I’m going to be larger than Dwayne is. I may hurt you...”
“You are bigger,” I confirmed. Way bigger. I honestly didn’t know how that condom was able to hold his girth. The difference was that obvious. “But I need you. Now,” I said, lifting my ass a little higher. “Please, Shawn.”
“Hold still,” he said. He held his cock with one hand as he slowly entered me. He was snug around my core, but it didn’t hurt. It was glorious.
“I want all of you,” I urged. “You won’t hurt me.”
He hesitated for a moment, but he obliged. Not with a slow, progressive entrance, but with a swiftness and speed that made me squeak in surprise. With his entire length inside me, I could feel his hips snug against my ass. He held himself there while one hand made its way to my breast.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay. God damn, you’re amazing.”
“If you think this is good, just you wait until I actually start fucking you.”
“So, what are you waiting for, big guy. Fuck me.”
His other hand reached up and dug into my hair, which was just long enough for him to latch onto. He gave it a gentle but firm tug.
“You asked for it.”
A second later, he drove himself into me in one swift move. My whole body bounced against the door as he held me in place.
“You still okay?” he asked?
“I will be once you fuck me.”
I heard him let out a breath of relief before he withdrew himself and slammed into me once more. He waited for a second, as though to make sure I was still good before he entered me again. By the fourth drive, his rhythm changed. No longer was he concerned if he was hurting me. He could tell he was pleasing me. And please me he did. Never, had I been so turned on by a guy during sex. It had always been unsatisfying. Obligatory. Mildly amusing, and never so full of lust.
To encourage him, I pushed my ass against him with each thrust. The sound of skin-on-skin slapping seemed loud enough to shatter glass. I couldn’t contain my moans of pleasure each time he entered me. The door was rattling on its hinges, wildly giving away to anyone outside what was going on inside. Somehow, that only made me hornier.
“My God, Jazz, you’re so wet,” Shawn said, panting as he lifted one of my legs higher to allow him to go even deeper into me. The move took me off guard, and I let out a guttural scream of pleasure.
“Shh,” he said, placing a hand over my mouth. “They’ll get jealous of how much fun we’re having,” he said between his thrusts.
Something about him muffling me only made me want to moan louder. He felt too damn good to care about what others might think. Besides, this was my honeymoon. Of course I was going to fuck my husband. Except, he wasn’t my husband. He was a couple of one-night stands if I was lucky. And I’d be damned if I didn’t allow myself to enjoy every second. Especially if it was going to be this good every time.
“They should be jealous. Your dick is amazing!” I heard him chuckle behind me as he gripped my waist. His fingers dug into my hips.
“Are you close?” he asked, slamming into me so hard I nearly saw stars.
“Jesus, yes. Right there.”
“Jackhammer mode, engaged,” he whispered hotly in my ear. A second later, he was indeed pounding into me with such speed and intensity that I thought we’d break the door. His fingers dug into my hips with each thrust. With this consistent speed and rhythm, I was helpless against my release.
“Yes! Shawn, yes! Fuck me!”
He pounded into me as I exploded around him. His release was seconds away. He yanked my head back harder as his other hand grasped my waist so hard, that I was sure they would leave bruises. With one final entry, he groaned his delight.
Still pressed flat against the door, we panted against each other. A slight sheen of our exertion covered our bodies. Too exhausted to move, we stood like that, fighting to regain our breath. His dick twitched inside of me, and he eventually withdrew himself from me.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Yeah, that was...yeah. Fuck.” I smiled. I had never felt so satisfied by a man in my life. The best sex of my life had come from a man I barely knew. How crazy was that?
“No. Not fuck as in ‘that was amazing,’” Shawn said, “though it absolutely was.”
“Then what?” I asked, following where his eyes went.
“The condom broke.”
I looked down and saw the condom had indeed broken. His full cock was out and exposed, while the limp condom dangled near his balls, catching none of his sperm. Which meant...
Shit.
