Poolside Lust

Ryan

"This is paradise." Lucas Stone stretches out beside me in the sun. 

"We're supposed to be working." Mason, Lucas's twin, warns us. 

"You told me this was an all-expenses-paid vacation. You said nothing about working." I tease him, knowing this will make Mason's brain explode. 

"We're supposed to be pretending to be on a guys' trip, remember? Have another beer." Lucas grins, messing with his brother. 

Mason rolls his eyes and lays back on his sun lounge, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes. 

"Please tell me you're seeing what I'm seeing." I state while slapping Lucas on the chest, because three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen have just walked into the pool area as if they have descended from heaven. They're holding cocktails in their hands as they giggle and are dressed in the tiniest of bikinis. 

Not that I'm looking. Who am I kidding? Of course I am looking. I am watching every sway of their hips, the bounce of their tits as they grab a couple of sun loungers next to ours. They haven't noticed us yet as they're absorbed in whatever they're talking about. 

"Who's up for a swim?" The gorgeous dark-haired beauty asks the group. 

She pulls off her sarong. Fuck me dead. The tiniest, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination bikini is exposed underneath. She has legs that go on for days. Her ass is toned and pert as though she does a million squats per day. She's lean, but toned. She has a manageable-sized rack, more than enough for my hands, but she's in proportion. I bet she's a model. She looks like it. 

"Fuck me." Mason curses beside us. 

This catches the attention of the raven beauty with gorgeous jade green eyes who peruse us unashamedly. 

"Well, hello there, boys." She greets us as her friends settle themselves in beside us. She places a manicured hand on her hip, then arches a brow directly at us. "Are you enjoying the view?" 

Fuck me dead, she's forward. 

"I most certainly am." I reply while letting my eyes roam over her gorgeous body. 

She gives me a sly smile, turning on her heel and strutting toward the pool's edge before diving in like a graceful swan. 

The night ends up being awesome with loads of wine, fabulous food, and honestly, the guys ended up being great company, not as douchey as I first thought. 

I'm heading off back to my room. 

"Who's up for a party at my place?" I ask. "I've rented the penthouse." 

"Does it have alcohol?" Ava asks, looking over at me. 

"Certainly does." 

"Then, I'm in." She says, linking arms with me. 

We follow the path back to my penthouse. 

"So, the penthouse, hey? Does that impress you?" I ask. 

"Not really." 

I stop and look at her. There's slight confusion on my face. 

"What?" 

"I don't think I've ever heard a woman say she's not impressed by my penthouse." 

"Is that a euphemism for your dick?" she replies, giggling. 

"Hell, no. That always impresses them," I say cockily. 

"See, that's what impresses me. Impressive dicks, not some fancy room." 

The Greek night air swirls around us, and it's filled with sexual tension. 

"You're very forward for a woman." 

"That sounds awfully sexist there, big man," she says, pointing her finger into my hard chest. 

"Didn't mean it to," I tell her. "But, I like it." 

"Most men can't handle me or my forwardness," she says, testing me. 

"Amateurs," I say as I look down at her. 

He then reaches out and cups my face. 

"Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and doesn't apologize for taking it." 

The next thing I know, his hand is wrapped around my throat, and he's pulling me into the bushes. 

Holy fuck that's hot. 

He has me pushed up against an olive tree. The large foliage has us covered from the view of the path. 

"I can feel your pulse against my hand." He doesn't remove it from my throat. "I can see it on your face that this is turning you on." 

"If I placed a finger in your pussy would it be wet?" 

"Why don't you find out?" I pant, widening my legs. 

Ryan bites his bottom lip. He's curious about me. 

He slowly moves his other hand and places it between my legs. His finger slides intently between my folds, his eyes widening when he realizes there is no barrier there. 

"Are you telling me you were sitting there bare all night when I could have been fingering you under the table?" 

His finger runs between my wet folds until he finally sinks into me. 

"You're so wet, Ava." His voice is husky with need. 

He still has one hand wrapped around my neck while his finger continues to pump inside of me, slowly, intensely. 

This man is in no hurry. He's learning every whimper that falls from my lips.