Page 20 of Tropical Heat

Despite the awkward way he asked, I was grateful he had the presence of mind to remember. I was so horny, the need for protection had completely slipped my mind.

I regarded the foil package in my hand. No man had ever asked me to put one on him before, and I was grateful for the opportunity to get a closer look at his cock. It was a wonderful cock, with a slight upward curve I knew would hit all the right spots.

Lengthy, but not so thick that it would be painful. I positioned the condom at its wide tip and slowly rolled downward, and then gave his testicles a playful squeeze. He twitched, and I wished I had taken time to lick him before putting the prophylactic on. Maybe I will get a chance later, I thought. Satisfied I had it properly situated, I moved back up his amazing body, gently grazing my breasts against his fevered flesh.

Zak seemed content to let me take control. Unable to get enough of his kisses, I sought his mouth while sliding my heat over his pulsing shaft. I sucked in a reflexive breath and shuddered when the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance.

Eyes locked on his, I reached between us, to position him at the right angle and slowly sunk down. I had been right about the curve of his cock; it was a perfect fit. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

“You’re so tight,” he said, and I clenched my pelvic muscles, showing him just how tight I could be. Hands on my hips, he moaned softly. Bending down, so I could whisper in his ear, I said, “I’m going to give you the ride of a lifetime. Let’s see how long you can last.”

Zak’s eyes went wide. “Challenge accepted.”

I could not help but smile. With the slightest affront to their manhood, men could easily be manipulated. I had known this for years but only used it in bed and only when I was seeking multiple orgasms.

I leaned back and moved my hips in slow circles, savoring even the tiniest of sensations. Then, lifting my hips, until only the tip was still in me, and slowly dropped back down. I could feel the heat rising in my core and moved more rapidly.

"Ah, Fug…feels so good," Zak moaned. To his credit, he did not thrust or try to control my movements. I moved his hands to my breasts and picked up the pace.

He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When his head brushed against my g-spot; he pinched his fingers together.Fuck, the dual sensations felt wonderful. I assumed it was a lucky coincidence, but then he did it again and again and I realized he knew exactly what he was doing. “Aren’t you the clever one? Know any other tricks?”

His rapid upward thrust caught me off guard, and I had to put a hand on his chest to steady myself. I would have never thought such rapid movements were possible. His hips moved up and down like the pistons of an expensive sports car. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper into me. Despite how good it felt, I knew there was no way he could keep up such a pace without climaxing.

I wanted to tell him to slow down. Not to come too soon, but the words came out as a choked gasp. My legs went rigid, and I clenched around him. This slowed him only fractionally. Looking for anything to hold on to, my fingers dug into his shoulders.

The cries of my climax shattered the tranquility of the night. Before I had completely recovered, I found myself on my back, with Zak’s hard cock still in me.

He kissed my lips, neck, and shoulders. Praised my beauty with soft whispers. And fucked me slow and gentle. It had been a long time since I let a man make love to me. I had forgotten how good it felt.

Part of me wanted to tell him to stop. Tell him that only people in love had sex this way and he should go back to fucking me hard, because I could not fall in love. Would not allow it. But I said none of these things. Instead, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held tight.

Afterwards, I was lying with my head on Zak’s chest. He pulled me tight against his body and gave a content sigh. “If only we could stay like this for the rest of our lives.”

I panicked and blurted out. “I'm seeing someone else.”

“Oh.” I could see the hurt in his eyes and felt like shit. “Is it serious?”

“No. No, it most definitely is not serious. I don't do serious. I just can’t. Not with him or with you.”

“I thought you liked me.”

“I do. You're a sweet man.” I managed a weak smile, “and a hell of a lover. But last time I was in love, somebody died. I won’t, can’t, let that ever happen again.” I bit my lip, unable to go on, and he held me close.

For a long time, the incoming tide was the only sound. Then Zak asked, “Does this mean you don’t want to see me anymore?”

That was the question I had been contemplating myself. I liked him. He was fun to be around and the sex had been fantastic. “I would like to see you again. But only if we agree to keep things casual between us.”

“If that’s my only choice, then I will agree.” I think even then, I knew Zak would agree to anything I asked of him. In retrospect, I should have walked away, but how could I have known it would bemyheart that betrayed me.

Thirteen

Dante

Getting ready for Cooper’s funeral, I could hear Zak whistling as he came down the steps. It was nice to see at least one of us was in a good mood. My father had been brought into lockup again the prior night.

I was ten years old when Mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer. As the pain became more than even a strong woman like her could handle, the oncologist prescribed pain killers. Percocet and Darvocet at first. But as the tumors became more aggressive, he switched her to oxycodone and eventually fentanyl.

When she passed, it was almost a relief. Despite a nightstand covered in prescription bottles, her last days had been filled with agonizing pain, because she rarely took the drugs her doctor prescribed. You see, Mom never believed she was going to die. Her faith was strong, and she was sure God would send down a miracle. And as she put it,‘When that angel shows up to heal me, I don’t want to be stoned on my ass.’ The angel never came.

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