Page 30 of Deny Me

“Hey. They said we were the last couple of the day and we could take our time, but I figured you would want me to wake you.” He stood up, offering his hand to me. “Especially with the way you were snoring. I thought it was a jet ski going by at first.”

Standing up, I used my spare hand to slap his chest. “Oh, shut up. I do not snore.”

“I guess you’ll never know.” He shrugged and held the robe open for me before we made our way back down the path into the spa. After we changed into our swimsuits, we went to relax in the heated lounge pool. The room was long and narrow to match the pool with benches all around and had a Buddha statue situated in the middle. On the end was an opening to the lush jungle surrounding a single showerhead to rinse off all the oils.

Jameson and I stood under the water and rubbed our hands over each other’s bodies. The privacy added to the intimacy of standing under the single showerhead surrounded by the birds and insects singing their song around us. We didn’t speak at all, just touches and kisses following the trail of our hands. When we were mostly clean, he reached down and picked me up, pulling my legs around his waist, turning to walk us inside back to the pool.

Jameson eased us back onto a bench with me straddling his lap, the warm water lapping at my breasts where they were pressed against his chest. Staring down at him, seeing Jameson, a part of my mind wanted to panic that this was happening. And not only happening, but happening repeatedly. But the feel of his palms smoothing over my bottom, sneaking under the edge of my bathing suit, wiped those thoughts from my mind.

We were in Jamaica. We were enjoying each other on vacation. Everything would fall back to normal when we got back home. For the time being, I decided to enjoy the moment, push him like I used to. “What now, Jamie-Boy?”

He didn’t answer, but moved his hands over my butt and to the front of my thighs, dragging them up and down, brushing his thumbs over the crotch of my swimsuit on every ascent. My hips started jerking closer, chasing his thumbs when they moved back to my knees. “Fucking tease,” I growled against his neck.

His chuckle rumbled against my throat before his thumb moved the center of my bathing suit aside and ran up the seam of my pussy, pushing to press and circle my clit. “Yes,” I hissed.

“Aren’t you worried someone will come and see you riding my hand?” he asked, leaning back, showing the challenging glint in his eyes. Jameson had an exhibitionist streak in him. I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

“Let them see.”

Licking his lips, he pulled my suit aside completely and eased two fingers into me. Wanting to return the favor, I moved my hands to untie his swim trunks and get to his dick. But he grabbed my wrist and moved it back up to his shoulder. “I’m not sure it would be proper etiquette for me to have my cum in the relaxation pool.”

“But I want to make you come.”

“Save it for later. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers as they fuck you.” He moved his fingers in and out slowly. But as my moans became more frequent, his fingers moved harder, hooking inside on each pull out. His thumb slowly tightened the circles around my clit. “You better hurry up and come before one of the workers comes to kick us out. And you might want to keep it down,” he joked, knowing what he was doing to me.

“Fuck you,” I breathed, riding his hand. My whole body felt overheated and on fire. The steam around us created droplets on my skin and the water sloshed against my skin from my frantic movements. He began pushing harder and leaned in to bite my nipple through my bathing suit.

The coppery taste of blood flooded my mouth when I bit my lip to control the shout from the sting of pain. But it didn’t last long before it transitioned to a tingling, pleasurable burn. He alternated from one nipple to the other making me lightheaded from holding my breath, from controlling my moans.

It was too much. I couldn’t control it anymore, and I knew I was going to lose it. I was running full force over a cliff where I had no control of the noises that left my throat. I leaned in and bit down on his neck, groaning my orgasm into his skin.

His movements slowed and he brought me down carefully, making the circles around my clit wider and easing his fingers from my still clenching pussy. Kissing his way up from between my heaving breasts to my neck, he whispered, “We better get out of here. Just in case someone heard you.”

Slowly, I moved off his lap and made my way to the steps. “I tried to control it. But you make it so hard.”

“No kidding,” he deadpanned, looking down at the tent in his shorts. “You kept it down.”

We made it all the way to the doors of our dressing rooms before he turned to me and gave one last parting shot. “I mean; it was at least quieter than your snoring earlier.” With a wink, he walked into the room, leaving me standing there with my jaw hanging open with indignation.

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