Page 9 of Pucking Vacation

I cling to him, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness and the dull pain throbbing through me. My mind becomes a warped tunnel of acceptance as his eyes finally find my own once more just before his lips descend upon mine with another searing kiss. The kiss distracts me from the worst of the pain, and the more he pumps in and out of me, the more my body relaxes and the pleasure begins to take over my senses. Burying my face against his neck, I attempt to muffle my cries. But it isn’t long- lived, as he reaches between us and begins rubbing my clit in tight, hard circles, causing me to grow wetter and wetter. The remaining twinges of pain instantly dissipate, replaced by pure pleasure.

“Jensen, don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”

He holds me tighter, his hips pistoning into me with relentless pleasure as my core tightens around him causing me to explode in utter ecstasy. I cry out, unable to stop myself, and moments later, Jensen releases a muffled roar as his body jerks and trembles against mine.

It takes us both several long moments to come back down to earth. When we do, he looks down at me with a smile, gently pushing the hair off my sweaty forehead. A grin spreads on both of our lips as our breaths come out short and hollow.

Mind-blowing sex on a beach with a near-stranger. Lynn is off to an excellent start, I think, and I wonder what else she’ll get up to as the week continues on.

“That was fucking fantastic,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest.

I nod, momentarily speechless as my body continues to hum with the aftershocks of what we just did. He slowly pulls out, removes the condom without looking, and tosses it away.

Suddenly, he gives me a mischievous grin. “We should clean up.”

I furrow my brow in confusion.

“How?” I murmur. My arms and legs are still wrapped around him and I hug him tight.

Before I fully comprehend what he’s doing, he turns and runs toward the ocean. I let out a yelp of surprise as we splash into the cool waters. He laughs and kisses me, holding me close and I cling to him in turn, all other thoughts vanishing from my head as I focus solely on Jensen.

As I look into his eyes and think about what we just experienced, something deep within me tells me this is only the beginning… and I can’t wait for what comes next.

Chapter Four

CATCHING FEELING

JENSEN

Over the next few days, I spend nearly every waking moment with Lynn. I can’t say for certain what it is about her that I find so irresistible compared to other girls, but when she’s around, the rest of the world seems to fade away.

Tyler gives me grief on the second day of our trip when I tell him I have plans with Lynn.

“You realize we’re on this vacation to spend time together, right?” he teases. “You weren’t supposed to ditch me for some pretty girl you just met.”

I glance over at him. He’s sitting on the couch in the living room of our two-bedroom suite, one leg crossed over the other knee, flipping through his phone with a stupid grin on his face. He might be annoyed, but he’s also amused. Turning from the mirror I’m inspecting my reflection in, I shoot him a grin. “Is my big brother jealous?” I tease.

He glances up from his phone. “Just pointing out a fact.”

I chuckle and hold up my hands. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you or ditch you. I just… like her, you know?”

Tyler snorts. “Yeah, sure, I know, and I’m a big boy. I can entertain myself. I’m just fucking with you. It’s just been a minute since we were able to hang out.”

“I know,” I assure him. “How about this? You and I have breakfast together every morning. That way we have definite time we’re spending together. Does that sound good?”

He stares up at me for several moments before giving me a curt nod. “Yeah. That’ll work. Now get out of here. You’re bugging me.”

Chuckling, I shake my head and hurry off to meet up with Lynn.

What stuns me about her is that I don’t get bored with her. At all. Even though we’re spending so much time together, I find myself wanting more. Lynn is like a breath of fresh air, bringing excitement and spontaneity into my life. As we explore Miami together, every moment with her feels like an adventure waiting to happen.

And the sex… good lord, is the sex amazing. She’s made me insatiable, and I can’t help but try and get her naked every chance I get.

One evening, I take her out to dinner at a seafood restaurant that’s quite a bit fancier than the clubs and fast casual eats that most Spring Breakers frequent. I want this night to be a little special, though. A little bit elevated. A little bit romantic.

“Wow,” she says as we are led to our table. “This is snazzy.”

I chuckle. “Snazzy? Are you eighty years old?”

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