“Ally,” she answered, smiling bigger, leaning ever so slightly toward him, as if offering her breasts for him to admire. “Like what you see?”
“I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” he countered silkily and she giggled, the sound actually grating on his nerves a little. When Julianna giggled, the sweet sound sent a riot of pleasure down his spine, tickling like little fingers down each vertebrae. This woman brayed like a donkey to his ears. Focus. Who cares what she sounded like as long as her pussy was hot and wet. He was ready to make his move. Either she’d melt or she’d slap him across the face. Boston wasn’t worried. He leaned in to say in a low, husky tone that he knew would cause her to little hot box to seep just a little. “Ally…I’m here for one purpose…to get hot and sweaty with the most beautiful woman in this place. I’m not looking for forever, just tonight but I promise you, I’m going to do so many bad things to you, you might need to go to confessional in the morning. Does that sound like something that might appeal to you?” He pulled away, gauging her interest and as expected, his proposition appealed to her in a big way. If her panties weren’t already sopping wet, he’d be surprised. He pulled a wad of cash and tossed it onto the bar. “That should cover your tab,” he said, silently triumphant when he saw her eyes light up at the cash. Yeah, that’s right, honey, I got enough green to make you do whatever I want you to. He held out his hand and when she slipped her hand into his, he led her out of the bar and to his car. Too easy. His cock was semi-hard, but it should’ve been rock-hard knowing that he was about to plow this mystery woman’s pussy within an inch of her life but it was as if his cock was only half-heartedly interested in the prospect. Well, that would change as soon as her wet mouth was sucking him dry, he reassured himself, throwing the woman a smile as they drove to the hotel.
“So, you never told me your name,” Ally prompted, giving him her coyest smile. “I like to know the name of the man who’s going to fuck me.”
“Names aren’t important, sweetheart. Besides, isn’t that part of the fun? Island sex with a total stranger?”
“Yeah, actually it is.” Ally bobbed a nod and grinned. “So…business or pleasure?”
“All pleasure.”
She shivered and giggled her donkey laugh again, making Boston wish she already had a cock in her mouth. Jesus Christ, how was he going to get through this if he couldn’t just blank out the little voice in his head that kept pointing out all the ways she wasn’t Julianna? Was he going fucking insane? He pulled into his parking spot and nearly bolted from the car, going to the passenger side and roughly grabbing Ally from the car, jerking her to his mouth. She gasped and his tongue stabbed past the coral lips, tasting rum and pineapple and the remnants of mint gum. Ally groaned as he squeezed a handful of ass, filling his palms with plump flesh and he purposefully shoved Julianna to the deepest, darkest corner of his brain. His pregnant little pet was not welcome in his mental theater at the moment. Ally shuddered when he pressed the heel of his palm against her pubic mound as he kissed her harder. Damp warmth met his questing fingers as he pushed aside her sarong and nudged her legs open with his knee. He didn’t care that they were still in the parking lot. All that mattered was pleasure. Mostly his but already Ally was squirming and panting, grinding against his palm and whimpering like a little alley-cat in heat and he knew this was going to be fairly easy. “Let’s take this into the room, shall we?” he suggested, pulling away and grabbing her hand to draw her away from the car. Her eyes were shining with brazen heat and her lips were swollen and red, just the way he liked them. He could already imagine those soft lips wrapped around his cock.
“You sure know how to kiss a woman,” Ally said, grinning. “I can’t wait to see what you can do in the sack. I’ve only been with four guys in my life. This trip is supposed to help me get over my shithead boyfriend who dumped me for another woman.”
He paused, smothering his annoyance at her sharing and forcing a smile. “Well, then we’ll just have to make sure No. 5 is the fuck of your life.”
“That would be awesome,” she giggled and eagerly followed him into the hotel room. Once inside, she gasped at the fine furnishings and it was at that moment she realized he must be loaded to stay in a room like this, which he was. He smiled and poured himself a drink. He’d need scotch to get the taste of mint gum from his mouth. “Anything for you?” he asked solicitously. She nodded and indicated she’d have whatever he was having, and he poured a finger, knowing the girl probably hadn’t sucked down anything better than the rot-gut whiskey served at cheap bars and he didn’t want to waste it. She accepted the glass and downed it, without savoring a hint of the flavor, and grinned like a freshman who’d somehow been given an invitation to party with the seniors. Let’s get this party started already. If he didn’t get things going, nothing was going to happen at all. After a generous swallow, he gazed at her from above the rim of his glass, and said in a firm voice, “Take off your clothes. Slowly.” She bit her lip and nodded as she set down her empty glass on the marble tabletop and began slipping out of her sarong, letting it fall to the floor with a soft swish. Her compact body was petite but strong. Nice, pillowy tits bounced free from the tiny bikini top and when she shimmied from her bottoms, he was pleased to see her waxed clean. Nothing but soft, dewy skin from cleft to ass. Nice. “Turn around. Let me see your ass,” he said softly, enjoying the way she trembled. She did as he instructed and he was happy with the firm, round flesh. It would have a nice jiggle with each hard thrust, which he enjoyed very much. Of course, not as much as he enjoyed Julianna’s near-perfect ass. He hid his irritation at the intruding thought behind the rim as he downed the glass. “Touch yourself,” he said roughly and she gasped as if shocked and embarrassed. He tsked and placed his glass down before walking to her, handling her softly, trailing his finger down her arm, causing her to shiver. “You can’t tell me a beautiful woman such as yourself has never touched her own pussy? I find that hard to believe…”
“I…do,” she admitted, suddenly shy. “But I’ve never done it in front of anyone else.”
“Then you’re missing out on all the fun,” he said, adding in a sultry whisper, “I think it’s hot watching a woman finger herself. Won’t you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” Ally said, breathing heavy at the idea.
“Good girl,” he said, walking her to the bed. He gave her a little push and she went to the bed, her breasts bouncing nicely with the motion. “Now show me what makes you wet, little Ally-cat.”
She slid her finger down to her slit and shuddered as she pushed her own finger between the folds. “Ohh,” she groaned, closing her eyes, biting her lip. “I like it…here…” she rubbed her swollen pink nub slowly, her cheeks flushing as her pleasure built and he felt his cock finally spark to life. He refused to compare how every little sound Julianna made him harder than granite and how when she rolled her hips, it was more sensual than hard-core dirty. Ally was working herself good, making little pants and grunts that were worthy of an AVN award and it was enough to get him primed but there was little satisfaction. Fuck! He ripped his shirt off and his cargo shorts followed as he roughly palmed his cock, demanding it to perform but it was his brain that wasn’t cooperating. He swallowed hard and knew that he had two choices: one; tell Ally this wasn’t working for him and run the risk of looking like a complete jackass who couldn’t deliver what he promised or two; he could close his eyes and pretend the woman in his room was Julianna just so he could get through it. Those were his options? They both fucking sucked. But screw it! He wasn’t going to let this woman leave his hotel room until he’d given her what he promised. He may be jerk, but he wasn’t a liar. Just as Ally started to reach her peak, he slapped her hand away and she cried out in shock and dismay but only for a moment because seconds later, he was between her thighs, lapping at her tiny clit, gritting his teeth against the sensation that he was royally fucking up any chance he might have of winning Julianna back and pretended to enjoy the taste of a stranger
against his tongue. He sucked her clit and inserted a finger, almost on autopilot, his only saving grace was imagining that it was his beautiful, responsive Julianna twisting and crying out, shaking and trembling as he worked her clit and strummed her G-spot until she was quaking like one helluva an earthquake on the Richter scale.
“Oh God, oh God, oh motherfucking God!” Ally screamed before going rigid and shattering beneath his tongue. Thank God, that was fairly easy. With a final, lazy lick across the softly pulsing sensitized nub, Boston withdrew from between her folds, wiping his mouth and wishing he’d never gone down this road. She jerked and moaned, breathing heavy as she came back to earth. A grim smile twisted his lips as he knew there was no turning back now. Go big or go home. That was the only way he lived. “Come here, darling, I got something for you,” he said, pushing her to her knees as his cock bobbed in her face. She purred and enveloped his cock into her wet mouth and once again he closed his eyes, trying to forget and trying to remember at the same time. Julianna had a sweet way of teasing him, running her tongue in clever circles around the head before plunging her tongue into his hole, almost in a way, fucking the hole the way he was going to do her. The first time she’d done it, he’d groaned so loud that almost hadn’t believed the sound had come from him but Julianna did things to him that undid him on a regular basis. Oh, damn it Julianna…why is everything so fucked between us? He just wanted her back. Ally increased her suction and involved her hands, rubbing and squeezing until he was nearly ready to blow. He gripped her head hard, flexing his hips against her mouth, desperate to forget that his dick was in another woman’s mouth. He could’ve come but he knew he didn’t have two rounds in his barrel. Not with her. If it’d been Julianna, he could go all night, worshipping her body, and drawing out every gasp, every cry, because it was music to his ears. But that was not the case right now and he just wanted to give Ally what she came for so that she could leave. With a grimace, he disengaged his cock from her willing mouth and then hoisted her up on his hips, quickly and roughly impaling her on his cock. “Ahhh!” she clung to his neck like a spider monkey, wrapping her legs around his torso, anchoring her hot pussy to his thick length and he groaned at the sweet carnal heat stroking his cock. He banged her hard against the wall, shoving his cock into her with the force of a battering ram but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, with each bone-jarring thrust, she shuddered and cried out, screaming, “God, yes! Fuck me hard!” and he was obliged to do just that. Her tits bounced and jiggled in an appealing manner but he squeezed his eyes shut, afraid that if he stared at those foreign tits, he’d lose his erection. Fuck this! What the hell was wrong with him? With a roar, he jerked away from the wall and they tumbled to the bed. Without wasting time, he flipped her to her stomach and she immediately wiggled her ass and spread her cheeks without his prompting. She wanted him in her ass? Worked for him. But he ought to tell her that he wasn’t exactly prepared for ass play…“I don’t have any lube,” he warned her, gripping her ass and rubbing her dripping pussy lips.
“You can use your spit,” she told him, grinning. “I like it that way.”
“You got it, Alley-cat,” he murmured, pausing to work his saliva into her pink, expertly waxed rosebud. She had a nice ass, perfect for fucking. So why wasn’t he dying to shove his fat cock into that welcoming hole? For God’s sake, just take her in the ass and enjoy it, you bleeding whiner! Boston slapped the generous flesh and Ally jerked and moaned, wiggling her ass for more. He rubbed the warm rosy mark left on the white skin and she groaned, gasping little mewling noises as he positioned the head of his cock against her tight entrance. He gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed past the sphincter, waiting for her to relax and then suddenly, like a pro, her ass opened up and swallowed his cock whole. JesusMaryJoseph…he saw stars of pleasure as the tight walls of her ass squeezed his shaft and made a groan pop from his mouth. Anchoring his hands to her hips, he slowly worked her from behind, the pleasure building and blanking out the incessant loop of this isn’t right that was threatening to ruin every good sensation pooling in his balls and rattling down his shaft.
“Yes! Just like that, baby!” Ally screamed, grunted and pushed against him, and when he pumped harder, desperate to lose himself in that final moment, she went wild, encouraging him to fuck her even harder. Boston was happy to oblige and savagely banged her ass, not caring that she might not be able to sit for a week, just needing to get off and forget for just a moment. And just when he thought in despair that this wasn’t going to work, that blessedly familiar tightening in his loins signaled that relief was imminent and he let go as stars burst behind his eyes and insane pleasure rippled through him as he came hard, pumping load after load of his juice into her willing and well-fucked ass before nearly collapsing against her, breathing hard and wonderfully sated.
At least for a moment.
He withdrew his cock and Ally dropped to her stomach, groaning and breathing just as hard as she rolled to her back with a deeply satisfied sigh, saying, “Holy shit…you delivered, baby. You definitely delivered.”
Boston accepted the compliment with grim satisfaction. At least he got the job done. Now, he was overwhelmed by the need for a shower and solitude. He rolled to his feet and went to the mini bar, pouring himself another drink. He downed the scotch and turned to regard Ally who was lounging on his bed like a cat who’d found the milk, and he forced a casual smile when she grinned at him, obviously hoping for an invitation for round two but it wasn’t going to happen.
“That was fun,” she started, tracing the lines on the bedding with her finger. “No. 5 will definitely remain in the memory banks.”
“Glad to hear it.” He replaced his glass and tugged on his cargo shorts. “So, I hate to fuck and run but I have some business to attend to.”
She sat up, disappointed. “Oh. I was hoping…”
“Sweet girl, remember, this was always going to be a one-time deal.”
“Yeah but we were so good together…”
Not really. He probably could’ve gotten off easier with his hand and dealt with less guilt. “Well, my life isn’t open to adding a Plus One. Besides, trust me when I say, I’m an asshole. You don’t want me.”
“You seem like a good guy to me,” Ally disagreed, her gaze lighting on his groin area. “And besides, a woman can put up with a lot when she’s getting a lot in return.”
He laughed. If only Julianna felt that way. He could give Julianna orgasm after orgasm but she’d still hold him accountable for his shit. Ah hell, what was he doing, aside from going bat-shit crazy over a woman? He pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and put it into Ally’s hand. “Here, take this. Have fun. Go shopping. Do whatever but it’s time to say our goodbyes.”
She pouted but her hand curled around the cash. “Well, St. John is expensive,” she agreed, pursing her lips in thought, then she brightened and said, “Okay, no hard feelings. I got what I came for and the extra cash is a bonus. Can you call me a cab?”
“I’d be happy to,” he said with a small smile, relieved she didn’t start wailing or sputtering about him treating her like a prostitute. But just as he was about to call the front desk, she rose and walked toward him with a coy expression that he didn’t like or trust. He eyed her warily as she looped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. He reluctantly clasped his arms around her, waiting.
“Are you sure you want to let me go?” she asked, lifting on her toes to brush a soft kiss against his lips and he fought against the urge to thrust her away from him as if she were poison. When he didn’t kiss her back, she sighed in disappointment and stepped away with a petulant, “Fine, I get the point,” muttered under her breath as she went to collect her clothes. Five minutes later she was dressed and waiting for the cab in the lobby and Boston was in a scalding hot shower, mindless that the humidity and steam made the air almost too thick to breathe. But no amount of scrubbing could remove what he felt was a stain on his soul for fucking another woman when all he w
anted was Julianna. His attempt at removing her importance from his mind — and heart — had been an abysmal failure and Boston didn’t cotton well to failure. Now what? Julianna hadn’t wanted him before and now? He groaned and leaned against the shower wall, allowing the water to sluice over him until the heat stopped stinging. He was well and truly screwed.
And the worst part? He’d done it to himself.
What a royal mess.
Good job, Kincaid. Good fucking job.
-4-
Julianna was determined to have a good time — Boston be damned. She’d come to St. John to get away from Boston and to clear her head. And that's exactly what she was going to do. Miles was being incredibly sweet by showing her around St. John and she had to admit it felt good to have somebody treat her like a person and not like a possession. Right before she’d found out she was pregnant, things had been so good with Boston. They'd actually settled into a comfortable routine that’d felt real. Maybe she was deluding herself but it actually felt as if they were in a relationship and not a business transaction that involved sex. Was she completely crazy for thinking that Boston had feelings for her? No, something told her that as much as she might want to deny Boston's ability to act like a normal human being and not a self-righteous asshole, Boston had had feelings for her. And now that she was pregnant with his baby, everything had changed. She would've thought that things between them would’ve gotten better but no, they’d crumbled. Was that partially her fault? Had she run out of fear and completely destroyed any chance they’d had of being a true couple? Did she want that? She hated to admit it but she missed Boston. What'd that say about her? Where was her damn self esteem? Didn't she value herself more than that? Julianna sighed and moved away from the open window to grab her sarong. Miles was going to be there any minute and they were going to one of his favorite beaches. She just wanted to get out of her head at least for the day. She supposed at some point she needed to talk to Boston. Could they sit in a room and act like normal people? She wasn't sure. Thus far, that hadn’t been the case. Either they were screaming at each other or they were screwing their brains out. A flush crept up her cheeks as she remembered his touch and she cursed her hormones for encouraging such unhelpful images. The last thing she needed was to remember how much she adored the way he touched her.