Chapter Four
Lisa
I’m pretty certain that last night is the last I’ll see of Garrett, but it doesn’t stop me from bringing him to dreamland with me. The guy was white hot in the sand. I’m certain it was never that good with Matt. It could be that Matt and I had grown too comfortable with one another after so many years. Or maybe he was worn out by his other escapades and didn’t have any creativity or heat left for me. Matt was my one and only. Sadly, unbeknownst to me, I was not his.
That knowledge has caused me to question so many things about myself. The confidence that I carried all of my life was crushed by the weight of his infidelity. Being with Garrett, this sexy, strong stranger—not just once, but twice—has helped in the self-esteem department. When it was brought to my attention that Matt had been unfaithful, it made me wonder what I didn’t have that he was seeking elsewhere. I’ve often wondered if I just sucked at sex, no pun intended, and instead of hurting my feelings, he found other partners. I’m not worried about that anymore. For the first time in a long time, I’m able to drag my thoughts away from Matt by replaying my time in the sand with Garrett.
Now that I’m awake early, the wet dream bringing me out of sleep earlier than usual and clogging up my thought process, I guess I can get up and prepare for tomorrow’s interview. I’m meeting with a lady named Nancy about a management job with the United Way organization in Orlando. My family and friends don’t know that I’ve even been looking for something new, somewhere new. If I get the job, I’ll tell them, but if not I’ll keep looking and tell them when the right moment presents itself.
I need a break from the memories of Matt that now feel false and the rut that my career seems to be in. I need a fresh perspective and a new mission in life. It’s time for some self-empowerment. I’ve applied for several other jobs at various places around the country, but haven’t heard anything back yet.
After I finish prepping for my interview, I beeline for the beach to get my morning run in. It’s a bit overcast this morning and I make a mental note to check the forecast for the day. As I hit the home stretch on my return I notice that Garrett is in the same place he was yesterday. His camera is up to his eye and he is snapping away at a pelican standing in the surf. He must notice me because he lowers the camera and gives me his sexy, white smile. I wave and smile back, never breaking stride.
The cloud cover has broken up so I head to the beach afterwards and enjoy the Florida sun. Throughout the day, clouds start building on the horizon again, but as the afternoon wears on, the clouds become darker and the lightning flashes closer to shore. I pack up my stuff and head back inside the hotel. As I set my iPod and book on the bedside table I notice the light on the phone is blinking, indicating that I have a message, so I pick it up and listen.
“Hey, Lisa, it’s Garrett. The hotel wouldn’t tell me what room you’re in so I could ask you in person. I guess I have to leave the message here. I was wondering if you’d be interested in having dinner with me tonight. I’m only here through tonight and to be honest I’d just like to see you again. You can call my room, number four ten, and let me know.”
Hmm. This is an interesting development. A charming, stimulating, confident man is asking me to dinner. Should I dine alone as I have been the last couple of days or should I just go for it? I pick up the phone and dial his room with a smile on my face.
I try to hide the nervous shake to my voice as I say, “Hey, Garrett, it’s Lisa.”
A surprised but happy tone is detectable in his response, “Hey, sorry about the message, they are strict about the privacy policy.”
“That’s okay. About dinner, yes, I’d love to have dinner with you. What time should I be ready and where are we going? I didn’t bring anything more than sundresses and shorts to wear.”
“Is seven p.m. okay? I was thinking something casual. There is a bar and grille down the road that I hear is worth the visit. Will that work?”
“Sure. I’m in room seven ten.”
I sit on the edge of the bed tapping my foot as he responds, “Okay, see you in a little while.”
I hang up the phone and get in the shower. I have a few hours to get ready, but if I wash my hair now and it has a chance to air dry it looks so much better. My curls tend to frizz when hit with a blow dryer, even with the diffuser attached.
I end up being ready early so I park myself on the balcony and watch the remnants of the storm drift back out into the Gulf. The rain cooled the air down quite a bit and I’m able to read, relax and enjoy the amazing view.
At seven p.m. sharp, I hear a knock on the door. I open it to find Garrett in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow, khaki shorts, and deck shoes. He is the kind of guy who you’d expect to see taking a sail boat out from the local marina. The perfect Florida boy. I’m wearing a red halter-neck sundress with a white design across the chest that falls just above my knees and white, cork-heeled, strappy sandals.
He gives me an appreciative once over before saying, “Wow, Lisa, you look amazing.”
I blush a little at the compliment and thank him. When we get down to the lobby there is a cab waiting for us.
“I have a rental car here, but I figured we’d be drinking and I don’t drive even if I’ve had one glass.”
At dinner, conversation flows well between us. He’s easy to talk to and appears to listen well. He’s funny and even a little bit sarcastic. He wants to know all about my job and the one I’m interviewing for. We both drink a little too much, but he never gets sloppy. I’ve been around men that get sloppy and ridiculous the more they drink. Thank goodness he’s not one of them.
We take a cab back to the hotel and I invite him back to my room, unable to end the night without more of him. I’m playing with fire using my bare hands I’m sure, but I can’t help myself where he’s concerned.
Garrett
All through dinner she was teasing me, messing with the chemistry that we seem to have. She was subtle, but seductive. Every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs my eyes were drawn to the long, arousing expanse of skin and the edge of the hemline that was riding higher up her thighs. Every time she’d lean forward to wrap her lush lips around the straw of her drink I’d feel my dick twitch. When she’d reach up to fidget with her necklace her exposed cleavage would beckon my perusal. It was carnal torture sitting across from her tonight.
Her dress is feminine and sexy but not slutty in any kind of way. It gives just enough of a hint of what is beneath that you can think of nothing more than taking it off to get to the rest, but covers everything enough to be considered lady-like. I’ve had to ignore the urge to tell several guys at the bar to fuck off and find someone else to stare at, but I don’t want to come across as a violent dickhead. By the time we slide inside the taxi I’m fighting a full-blown hard on. I pull her in close with my arm around her shoulders for the ride. Her hand moves to the high inside of my thigh where she draws lazy patterns on the outside of my shorts. It’s all I could do not to moan out loud or beg her to move a little higher. In the short cab ride to the hotel I have gone from a semi-aroused physical state to long, strong, hard and ready.
Thank God, her skin is flush and her breaths are shallow making it obvious that she has noticed and is feeling the same way. In the elevator on the way to her room I grab her shoulders and pull her against me kissing her hard and deep, leaving her with a dazed expression as she exits the elevator. With the chains of public scrutiny shed as we enter the quiet hotel room we push through the door all over each other. We ravish each other as we travel to the side of the bed so we are facing the full length, wall-to-wall mirror. The natural smell of her skin calls to me on a soul deep level as I nip and lick the tender flesh of her neck. She goes nuts every time I do this. She trembles with obvious desire as I run greedy hands over the front of her dress. Her moans echo off the walls as I pluck at her straining nipples through the fabric. Visions of ripping the dress clean off of her body clutter my mind. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She’s hot as fuck and I’m ready to show her how crazy she makes me.
I bend down and help her slip off her shoes one by one then skim my hands up her thighs and over her perky ass. As I rise to my full height behind her I whisper in her ear, “Look up. Watch us, in the mirror. It’s so fucking hot.”
My eyes are trained on what my hands are doing in the reflection. I don’t always have to be in control during sex, but I can feel the alpha male taking over tonight. I know my movements are strong, almost forceful, and demanding. I’m sure I’m being too rough, but I can’t seem to control this. She makes me reckless with lust.
When my eyes meet hers in the mirror, a shiver runs through her body. I can feel it and my body reacts with a groan and a flex of my erection into her back. A moan escapes her, unlike any sound I’ve heard a woman make before, and she reaches back to stroke me through my shorts. I untie her dress and wrench it down over her hips onto the floor. Then I start to work on my shirt. Never breaking eye contact in the mirror I command, “Touch yourself. Over your bra, over your panties, do it now while you wait for me.”
She seems a little hesitant at first, shyness filtering through the lusty haze of her expression.
“Come on, baby. Give me what I want,” I whisper-growl to her and give her a playful nip on her earlobe.
With no more hesitation, she runs her right hand down her belly and over her black lace panties pressing down as she goes. Her left hand moves up to circle her erect nipple. Her head lulls back against my shoulder and she succumbs to the pleasure she’s giving herself. This is so damn hot! I love watching her like this.
With her head back and her breath heavy, I can smell the sweetness lingering from the drink she had with her dinner and I lick my lips, hungry to taste her, everywhere. I drop my shirt near our ankles and my shorts follow right after.
She reaches back behind her again to find that I was commando under those shorts. Her cool, little palm wraps around the sizzling skin of my engorged cock and I thrust into her grip as a noise escapes the back of my throat. I’m impatient as I unhook her bra, letting it float to the floor and yank hard, snatching her panties clean off her body in one strong tug. I’m certain I’ve left a fabric burn, but she doesn’t complain, she only presses her hips back against mine.
My heart rate is through the roof when I grip her arms and give her a little shove toward the bed. I’m beyond the point of control. I’m a slave to need and lust and her sexy fucking body. Her ass is round and raised as she crawls across the bed like I’ve commanded. I’m in heaven.
Lisa
Gone is Mr. Manners and here is Mr. Alpha Sex God. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, stopping only at his command. Despite the air conditioner running in the room there is no relief for my overheated skin. He positions himself between my legs and runs his hands over my back with a roughness I enjoy, down across my ass, and over my thighs. It’s possible I’ll combust just from his touch in this position, before he even penetrates me. It feels like I’m at his mercy.
I wiggle my ass at him with impatience and he smacks me hard right on the fleshy surface. I gasp and he rubs his palm over it, softening the burn. It stings a little, but I’ve got to say, I like it. It turns me on even more. He smacks me again on the other side making the sting even out and I give a little mewl in response.
I never thought I’d enjoy being spanked, but I’m about to beg for more when he steals my breath as he enters me in one deep, plunging stroke. I cry out and jolt forward a little. He yanks my hips back into place, strokes my back and waits. I wiggle my ass again, eager and impatient for him to move.
This pause, this waiting game he’s playing, heightens my senses as I wait to see what he will do next. My muscles begin to tremble and my breath comes in short bursts. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. My heart thrums like a trapped wild animal, my body is taut with passion. I’ve got a beast in me that’s clawing to get out. Like a hungry lioness trapped in a cage. I clench my sex around him hoping to entice his movements.
After what feels like forever Garrett makes his move. He wraps my hair around his fist and forces my head up to watch in the mirror as he smacks my ass again and again before he begins a relentless, urgent rhythm. In and out, in and out. I’m crying out every time his hips are flush with my ass cheeks. My response to his sexual prowess will be a noise complaint from the front desk at any moment, I’m certain.
He pulls my hair a little more and guides my upper body so that my back is flush with his front. He never pulls out of me, only slows his stroke while he glides his hands over my breasts, my stomach, and down along my crease. Watching all of this play out in the mirror is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
The bedside lamp although dim has every inch of our skin illuminated for this moment. My eyes are hooded, my skin is flush, and I can see the sweat beading on his brow and upper lip. With one hand between my legs, his talented fingers are circling my hidden pearl, while the other hand cups my breast and gives the tight bud a sharp pinch.
I turn my head to kiss him, needing the added contact. He plunders my mouth, with an aggressive, thorough kiss, like he can’t get enough. My eager response must kill his reserve because without any warning I’m pushed with rough hands so that my chest is all the way to the bed, thrusting my behind higher in the air.
Right before he readjusts his body for a different angle he gives me a hard smack on each cheek with no gentle rub to follow. He’s over top of me now and we are lined up like animals against one another allowing him to plunge deeper than he ever has before.
The visual in the mirror mixed with the feeling of him plowing into me over and over again ignites the flame that bursts from within my core only to spread out through every nook and cranny in my body like wildfire. I scream out my first orgasm, my body caged by his arms as he continues his rapid thrusting.
I’ve gone limp and my flimsy body is trying to slide down the bed, but he won’t allow it. I grip the yellow comforter in both palms and squeeze as he clutches both of my hips and lifts, with impatient hands pulling my ass back up. His hand is back between my legs again and with every press of his fingers and every thrust of his hips, I fall further and further into continued orgasmic bliss. Animalistic moans climb up from within me until I’m hoarse and spent.
Finally, he comes with a rough growl and collapses on my back. We lay there, unmoving, our sweat covered skin, sticking to each other. His body is heavy with exhaustion, trapping me face down on the bed. I should feel squished and claustrophobic, but instead I feel sated and safe.
Best. Sex. Ever.
He chuckles and I realize I might have said that out loud. He peels himself off of me, goes to the bathroom, and returns with a wet washcloth. He’s gentle as he cleans me up and I just lay there like the ragdoll I had on my bed as a kid. Lifeless and floppy. He throws the washcloth back to the bathroom floor and pats my butt.
“Come on, scoot up and over so I can lay with you.”
I drag my tired body up, roll back the covers and hold them up for him to join me. He slides in and pulls me to his side. I lay my head on his chest while his arm wraps around me, rubbing back and forth in a sweet, gentle motion. It’s a soothing gesture so I exhale and relax into him. The little dusting of coarse hair on his chest tickles my cheek and I can smell a hint of his cologne from earlier and the natural musk of his skin, a scent I’m fast growing addicted to.
“Was I too rough with you?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“No, not at all. I’ve never had it that way before, but I loved it.”
“What do you mean, you’ve never had it that way? Weren’t you married for a while?”
“Yes, but it just wasn’t that way with Matt. He was never ravenous for me, I guess.”
“He was a fucking idiot then. Sorry, I hope that doesn’t offend you. But I’ve known you three days now and all I can think about is all the different ways I can fuck you. You are so damn sexy.”
I smile at the compliment. “Well it’s become apparent that Matt was too busy being ravenous for other women to act that way for me.”
Garrett moves his head back so he can look into my eyes. “Are you serious?”
I avert my eyes so I don’t have to face him when I answer. “Yes, I started finding things after he died that lead me to believe he was cheating on me. I have proof and now, one of the women is saying she’s just had his baby. He screwed me over pretty good. He did a good job of keeping things quiet for years, but I would have found out now, that he knocked one of them up. I’m waiting for a paternity test to prove it so I can turn over half of his estate to the baby in a trust.”
“Damn, Lisa. I’m sorry. No wonder you left town. That’s a lot to deal with. What did your family say?”
“I only told my sister. I didn’t want to upset my parents or his parents if I didn’t need to. They don’t need to know what kind of husband he really was unless it becomes a necessity. I should know by tomorrow or the next day. My lawyer is an old friend and he is handling everything for me.”
“Well, he was an idiot. I’ve never been with a woman as sexy and uninhibited as you are. I can’t seem to get enough.”
His words light something in me that I didn’t know was ever there. All of a sudden, I’m not feeling as tired anymore. I move my hand from his chest using slow, light touches down his stomach, over his flaccid cock, to his balls. Bravery in the bedroom was never my strong suit, but I’m feeling it now. I take the sac in my hand and give a light squeeze, running my thumb gently over him. He groans and I feel his thighs flex. He’s growing at the attention I’m showing his most sensitive parts.
I maneuver my body down, in between his legs and take the soft flesh of his sac into my mouth humming as I go. I can hear his sudden intake of breath as I lick my way up his shaft and pull the blunt head of his cock in between my lips. His hands fist in my hair as I suck it all the way to the back of my throat. I repeat this motion again and again, swirling my tongue over the head as I move up.
I cup his balls with one hand while I stroke in tandem with my mouth using the other. I let his cock fall from my mouth with an audible pop, lick my lips and hold his gaze. His body is rigid and strung tight. I know he was getting close so I’m giving him a minute to settle back down. I’m teasing him just a little.
I move my mouth back to his sac and lick from the underside of the seam all the way up until I enclose the pulsing head of his cock in my mouth.
He hisses out his approval, “Fuck, yes, Lisa.” His eyes lose focus as I begin to move again adding more suction the closer I get to the top each time. Just before he loses control, he laces his fingers into my wild mane pushing me down harder. I gag a little but glance up to find him lost to the sensation. It turns me on to know I’ve made him feel this way so I get more creative with the licking and sucking.
He must not expect it because his body locks up and he blurts out, “Oh shit,” as he tries to move me. I give him one final hard suck and I swear he growls as he lets go, coating the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop and crawl back up to the comfy place in his arms.
“Damn, woman. Are you trying to kill me? I didn’t know blow jobs could be that awesome.”
I giggle and settle in. He returns to stroking my back as I doze off.
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake back up, but I realize the light is off and I’m alone in bed. I sit up and look around the dark room noticing that the door to the balcony is open a little, letting the moonlight in. I grab a towel from the bathroom, wrap it around myself, and head for the sliding door.
Garrett
I stayed awake stroking Lisa’s body with my fingertips until her breathing evened out and her body grew heavy with sleep. Then I slid out from under her, slipped on my shorts, and padded out to sit in one of the lounge chairs.
I’d been contemplating my next move for quite a while, when I heard her tentative voice inquire, “Are you okay?” She’s standing just outside of the doorway in nothing, but a towel. Damn.
I give her a small smile, appreciating the way that towel looks wrapped around her body. I spread my legs apart and tap the vacated area. She sits down between them with the towel still wrapped around her and leans up against my chest. The sound of waves breaking is the only noise out here at the moment. The smell of salt more prevalent a night it seems.
“I’m okay. I was just thinking.”
“Oh yeah. What about?”
“What time is your interview tomorrow?”
“Ten a.m.”
“When you’re done do you want to make a visit to Crystal River with me? I promised my parents I’d visit and I wanted to get some different shots for this project I’m working on, but I’m having a hard time leaving you just yet. It’s only about an hour and twenty minutes from Orlando and when you’re ready to come back here it’s about a two-hour drive.”
“You want me to come to Crystal River with you? Are you sure about that?” The skepticism is obvious in her voice.
“Yes, I am. I can take you out on the river to see some manatee. We can swim with them if you want. There is a spring on the river called Three Sisters that is breathtaking; I know you’ll love it. We can kayak into the springs and I can get some pictures there. You can either come back down here tonight or stay with me there for a couple of days. I know you’ll like my parents and the only issue with my brother will be keeping him off of you. He’s a serious flirt. Come on, it’ll be fun.” I’m almost begging her and I’d like to kick my own ass for that, but I’m afraid she will say no if I don’t beg.
She’s quiet as she sits thinking about it for a few minutes. I kiss the top of her hair and hold her tighter. I’m hoping she doesn’t have anything else planned.
“Sure, I’ll go. I’ll stay at least one night and then maybe head back here.”
I let out a sigh of relief and give her a squeeze. “I’ll give you the address and you can plug it into the GPS. If you have any problems you can call me. I’ll give you the number before you pick up the rental car in the morning.”
I scoop her up, one arm behind her back and one under her knees carrying her back to bed where I spend the rest of the night showing her just how happy I am. We never go back to sleep.