Page 2 of Recon Rendezvous

“Oh shit,” she says with a laugh and reaches over to turn it off. “Well, slugger, this was fun. I didn’t think you had it in you.” She pushes me back and lowers her legs. Standing, she readjusts her dress, which I had bunched up around her hips.

My brain is too fucking lust addled to comprehend what’s happening, but I think I should be offended.

“Thanks for the orgasm. But your time is up.” She turns, dismissive as fuck, looking in the mirror to check her lipstick.

Snapping out of it I can’t help but whine, “You know, it’s rude as hell not to let a guy know when he’s on the clock. Look at my balls.” Not my finest moment, but my balls are heavy and swollen.

But as I stand there stupidly with my aching dick in hand, she just laughs before kissing me on the cheek and sauntering out of the restroom. I’m so mesmerized by the sexy sway of her hips, I almost miss her pretty little panties at my feet. Scooping them up, I shove them in my pocket.

My own fucking Cinderella.

Well, fuck me, she's perfect…

Game on.

London Cameron.My eyes trail her as she makes her way through the crowd, flitting from one conversation to the next with a sly smile and a sparkle that is undeniably her. Earlier tonight, she’d caught my interest immediately and not just because I’m horny and we’re probably the only single people here. Besides being stunningly beautiful with rich dark skin and eyes that pull me toward her like a magnet, the confidence she exudes is mesmerizing. Her wholedon’t fuck with mevibe is doing things to my dick.

Bringing the glass of bourbon to my lips, I watch her over the rim as she makes her way through the sand to the bar. I drink her in, from her slender shoulders to her swaying hips and long legs. She’s a little taller than average, which I noticed and appreciate since I’m 6’3”. Her sparkly heels are more like stilts, giving her the inches she needed to almost look me right in the eyes earlier. And what gorgeous eyes she has. The green must run in the family, but her eyes are a little warmer, with specks of gold that burn a beautiful hazel in the right light. Again, with that damn sparkle.

Taking another drink, she has my undivided attention as she throws her head back, laughing at something the bartender must have said, who can’t keep his eyes off her tits.I feel you, dude.Wrapped in a shimmery pale pink dress with a thigh high slit up the left leg, her luscious body is hugged to perfection. She’s everything I could want and more—brimming handfuls of tits, a trim waist, thick hips, and ass for days.My favorite.

If I recall, Ty mentioned she was a runner, maybe a track star in college. My cock twitches as I remember how it felt to be in between those powerful thighs, and now I’m rock hard again,straining against my pants as I recall the tight fit of her pussy, the smooth wet glide of each stroke.

As she turns away with her drink, searching the crowd, her eyes lock with mine and I raise my glass to her in a salute and she gives me a sassy wink. That’s it. With her panties burning a hole in my pocket, I march over to her, ready to demand a re-do or some shit. There’s no way that was the only time I get to feel her pussy around me.

“Alexander,” she purrs when I stop in front of her. The husky tone of her voice already has my dick’s interest, and I swear it fucking waves to her, begging for her attention. She’s removed her shoes and as she stands in front of me, she has to tilt her head to meet my gaze. For some reason, that turns me on even more.

“London.” Taking another sip of my drink, my eyes trail over her again. Smooth, tawny brown skin, cute nose, high cheekbones, sinfully full lips, dark hair in braids twisted in a bun atop her head, and those almond-shaped cat eyes. This woman is my walking wet dream.

“Did you need something?” she asks with a smirk, lifting her white wine to her lips.

“You know exactly whatI needand you’re going to give it to me,” I say, taking another step closer.

The flare in her eyes at the challenge I just dropped at her feet heats my stomach with anticipation.

“Am I?” she fires back.

Bending so my lips brush the shell of her ear, I whisper, “You bet your sweet pussy you are. Maybe not today, or even tomorrow, but you will get on your knees for me, and I’ll bust the biggest fucking nut, just at the sight of you. I’m going to paint your face, splash those beautiful tits, and soak your hair.” I moan in her ear at the thought, and she shivers, her cheek brushing mine.

“You like how that sounds? You want me to dirty your pretty ass up, don’t you?” Unable to resist being this close to her without another taste, I lick a long stripe up her neck, pulling a gasp from those pouty lips. “Yum. See you around, babycakes.”

Chuckling, I trudge through the sand to where my boys are relaxing, shooting the shit. This group of guys have been through everything with me and now we’re all celebrating Ty and Sasha. As if I needed an excuse for a vacation. The breeze off the water and the scent of salt in the air are things I’ll never get enough of.

Taking a seat beside Ty at the white rectangular table, I laugh to myself when he doesn’t notice, too mesmerized by his wife as she bounces around the dance floor with her best friends, Gem and Mia. They’re screaming and singing along to the music, making the most of the night. Eli is in the same boat and only has eyes for his fiancée, Gem. Our other friend Drew is smiling down at his phone, totally oblivious to what’s going on around him.

The girls’ yells for London have my head snapping up. They’re waving their arms around, frantically gesturing for her to come dance with them. Although London’s not the official photographer, she is a photographer and has her fancy camera in hand, taking pics of the dancing girls. They beckon her again, and she relents, handing her camera to Ty’s mom, just as the DJ plays something with a seriously sensual beat and my eyes are glued to those hips and sweet ass.

“Damn,” I murmur.

Both guys look at me and then back to the dance floor. Eli immediately bursts out laughing while Ty just shakes his head.

“Seriously, that’s my cousin.” Ty smirks in my direction.

“Oh, I know, and I won’t hold that against her.”

Eli chuckles louder and Ty finally joins in.

Standing, Ty slaps me on the shoulder, no doubt ready to hold his wife in his arms again. Dropping a cryptic, “Good luck.” He joins the girls on the dance floor.

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