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My question fades as he pushes me against the trunk of a palm, the hardened remnants of previous frond bases rough through the thin material of my dress.
Ohh.
He looks around, his gaze glancing on the shrubbery and other trees that surround us. “Look what I found,” he murmurs. “Our own private paradise.”
I follow the direction of his eyes, biting my lip when he looks back at me, raising my chin with a single finger. “It seems to be,” I reply inanely. “What are we going to do with it?”
His laugh is low, doing something to make the flesh on my arms prickle with awareness. “I thought we might hide out here for a few minutes,” he says. “Give everyone a chance to calm down.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I thought…since we’re here…”
“Yeah?” I twirl a finger over the tee shirt covering his chest, seized with a strange blend of shy girl-next-door and bold flirt. Oliver grabs my finger with his hand and brings it to his mouth to nip at its tip.
“I thought it might be a good time to make out. You wanna make out with me, Neve?” He crosses my finger over his heart. “I promise to respect you in the morning.”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes. He sounds so earnest. Like a teenage boy with one thing on his mind, humor at his own machinations lurking just beneath the surface. I purse my lips and swish my skirt from side to side. “Well, I suppose we could make out a little…I’m a good girl, though. You’re only allowed to touch me below the forehead, please.”
He lets out a belly laugh at that, tipping his head back and laughing out loud. His hands rise to settle on my waist, his thumbs digging lightly into my hip bones. “You…” He sobers suddenly. “You’re so incredible, Neve. You realize that? We’re lucky bastards to have found you.”
Words stall in my throat. We stare at each other for a long, quiet moment, the trill of birdsong and the nearby burble of water the only sounds. I finally reach up, placing my hands around his neck, and pull his face down to mine.
There’s no humor in his kiss. It’s dark and hungry and thick with heat and promise.
I don’t protest when he slides his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s pressing me into the tree, both of us unconcerned with being seen or heard. It feels too good to worry about such things. Instead, I tilt my face upward and fasten my gaze upon the sky through the branches of the trees, pushing his head down to lick a heated trail along my neck and collarbone and the tops of my breasts.
Just below the edge of the dress’s bodice, he sucks my flesh into his mouth, the pressure bruising. The breath rushes out of me on a throaty moan.
I need him to touch me, but his hands are curved around my ass cheeks, bared by the thong I’m wearing, the tips of his fingers dipping into the crevice between them. I wriggle a little, giving his fingers permission to explore, and he tightens his grip before letting his fingers slip beneath the line of my panties and delve along the seam of my pussy.
“You’re soaking wet,” he breathes, lifting his head from my chest to lock eyes with me as he moves a finger, sliding it deliberately into my channel before stroking it up and along my clit. “Do you like that?”
My tongue tangles with his, my hips working restlessly against his before I respond. “I’d like something else even more, if I’m being honest.”
He looks around. “Here?”
I can’t believe I’m even considering it, but the idea of making love in the open, where anyone could come upon us, is strangely titillating. I don’t think I ever fully appreciated how adventurous I really am, sexually speaking. These guys bring out every secret desire I have, without making me feel embarrassed or ashamed. “Our own private paradise, right? Fuck me, Oliver.”
“Your wish…” He doesn’t finish the thought, instead giving me an inch of space at our stomachs. “Unbutton me, sweetheart.”
His eyes glitter with excitement, and one hand moves to slide my thong to the side as my hands drop to his waistband. I’m grateful he doesn’t attempt to rip it from me. I don’t want to be walking around bare-assed all day.
His cock pulses, hard and ready, beneath the fabric of his shorts and a muffled growl escapes him when I slip my hands in and pull him free. I have a second to wonder at his size, but he doesn’t give me time to play, lining us up and with one firm stroke thrusting home.
I scream, the position and our haste making him feel huge inside me. Or maybe it’s just him; I don’t even know. The sound is muffled almost immediately by the press of his mouth against mine. He waits a second until I soften around him, and then begins moving me on him in tandem with the rock of his hips, pulling me down as he pushes up.
There’s no finesse, no leisurely exploration to this encounter. It’s hard and fast and over within minutes, both of us rushing to beat the other to climax, wanting to get there…tomake itbefore discovery, both of us thrilling to the illicit joy of being together like this in a public park.
I scream again as I come, unabashed, and Oliver stuffs his hand quickly against my open mouth. I bite down on the fleshy pad beneath his thumb, and with a muffled roar of his own, he comes, too.
There are no words after. Just heavy breaths as our hearts settle slowly into a normal rhythm, and shared smiles at our boldness. We straighten our clothes and grasp hands, then hips bumping, we take our time walking back to the parking lot to rejoin the others.
Wespendtherestof the day looking at properties, both on Key West and surrounding islands, but everything seems tightly locked and well maintained. After the fourth property that yields nothing, I can tell that the guys are starting to find the whole thing useless. Dusk is starting to fall, too, and even I’m beginning to feel like maybe we should call it a day.
Jesse is the first to break, though.
Naturally.
