We both bite off our ends, and I give her a peck on the lips, tasting the salty, cheesy taste there. Someone passes behind us and lets out a littlewoohoo, and then we hear giggles as they continue on their way. Juliette and I smile at each other.
“Sorry I scared you and thank you for the Cheetos. That was really sweet of you.” Her cheeks flush even deeper, and I’m reminded of the pinkening of her neck and face when she comes. My cock remembers too and makes an appearance against the soft fabric of my crotch.
“You’re welcome,” she whispers.
“What else do you have in those bags?”
“Nothing else we can use to act out romantic cartoon moments. Just some souvenirs for my family.”
“What did you get for them?” I ask, guiding her down the correct path toward cottage four.
“I tried to get items without the resort’s logo so my family doesn’t suspect that I’ve been up to any hedonistic activities.”
“Then you probably shouldn’t tell them what I’m about to do with these Cheetos,” I tease, walking up the steps to our temporary home and unlocking the door.
After setting down her purchases, her eyes narrow on me, and she props her hands on her hips. “If you think you’re going to put a Cheeto in my pussy, you better thinkagain, mister.”
Huffing out a laugh, I shake my head. “I had something else in mind. Take off your clothes.”
She eyes me skeptically but peels off her clothes and undergarments while I grab a towel from the bathroom. When I return, I drag my gaze up and down her form, over the swells of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. She is so fucking hot.
I unfold the towel and lay it out on the marble countertop before lifting Juliette to sit on it. “Put your feet here,” I direct, tapping two spots on the edge of the counter to indicate that I want her spread for me. Her teeth dent her bottom lip as she complies.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” I tell her, setting the bag of snacks beside her and stepping between her thighs. Then I touch her, my hands roving over every pretty inch of her tanned body. Except for the parts she wants me to touch the most.
When she’s whimpering for me, I pull a Cheeto from the bag, and her eyebrows lift. “It’s not what you think,” I tell her, dragging the stick across her lips and then licking off the powdery residue.
“Oh,” she breathes, catching onto my plan. I trace a line down her neck and chest before following it with my tongue. When I circle each nipple with the snack, her breathing hitches. I pause with my mouth an inch from her right breast, watching it peak before my eyes as I let the anticipation build. She parts her lips and whispers, “Please, Reno.” It’s quiet, but the plea is as loud as a bullhorn.
So I give her what she wants, my mouth around her rose-colored nipple. Juliette's head falls back with a thunk against the teakwood cabinet behind her, and she emits a satisfied moan. The sound of her pleasure is music to my dick. I give equal attention to the other perky tit before continuing to make trails down her body with the Cheeto. And I lap up every trace of seasoning left there.
As promised, I don’t put anything inside her. I wouldn’t want to cause any kind of fake-cheese-related health issues to her perfect cunt. But I do take two of the snacks and roll them up and down the insides of her thighs, coating her with the faint orange powder.
Then I kneel and very thoroughly clean her up with my mouth before finally getting to the promised land at the apex of her thighs. Her arousal is dripping onto the towel beneath her, and the smell of her has me feral.
I lock eyes with her before diving in and claiming my new guilty pleasure snack.
Chapter 23
The sex hammock
“Juliette!”abrunettecalls,waving her hand in the air as soon as we enter the diner. “You guys come sit with us.”
She’s with a group of people sitting at a large table along one wall, and the two men rise to scoot another table over to make space for us.
“Is this okay?” Juliette whispers to me as we make our way across the pink and black tiled floor.
“Sure,” I tell her, though I’d rather be alone with her. It’s Thursday evening, meaning we only have two more full days together.
We take our seats, and Juliette apparently knows everyone at the table because she introduces them all to me by name. There are three couples: Erin and Jason, Brittany and Melissa, and Gaston and Jane, as well as three of the Unicorn Unit ladies, Wendy, Donna, and Stephanie. Wendy is the dark-haired one who summoned us when we walked in.
A waitress in an old-fashioned hot-pink diner uniform approaches and takes everyone’s orders. I relax as the conversation flows easily around the table. A couple of the women pepper Juliette for hints regarding her upcoming release, and she happily gives them a few tidbits to whet their appetites.
As our food is served, Juliette motions to the blonde across the table. “Jane, is your daughter feeling better? Her name’s Marley, right?”
“She’s much better. Thank you,” the woman replies. “It was just a mild allergy to my sister’s cat.”
“That’s good. You and Gaston haven’t been on vacation in a few years, so I’m glad you didn’t have to cut itshort.”
