Chapter 3: Dripping Desire

“What a money-dripping prick.”

This statement left my lips when he said those words. The thought enveloped me, as his deep hollow eyes entrapped me, while I stared at him uncontrollably. The thought enveloped me, as his deep grey eyes entrapped me.

He’s been admiring from a distance, and I seem beautifully mesmerized. Was there anything I would say to him? I just had this question: I hope you don’t get turned down. Was there any reason I’d get him turned down?

I took the mocktail, and a flicker of a smile crossed my lips.

“Thank you. I appreciate the kind gesture,” I said.

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and curled his brows, then I blinked to come back to reality, embarrassed at being caught staring. I shook my head, trying to forget the thoughts in my head.

He joined me and sat on my blanket, a clear indication that he was not leaving anytime soon and that he intended to talk to me. His lips were still stretched in that devious smirk that did things inside my pum pum, and I swallowed heavily.

Fuck!

I couldn’t get my eyes off him. This was the moment I realized that he was the first man I was feeling attracted to ever since I started dating my ex-fiancé.

Was this a good thing? I contemplated within me, roaming my eyes over him.

I ran my eyes down his chest and realized he was wearing a grey knitted vest that he filled out amazingly. A wild chest tattoo was on his chest. I now imagined how he would look with nothing on him. My curiosity didn’t stop, as different thoughts took over me.

He wore green shorts, and his legs were slim and straight. He was muscular and effortlessly handsome. And just like that, my mind started to wander again, imagining how he’d look sprawled out on a bed, wearing absolutely nothing.

My fingers tightened around the coconut shell in my hand, and I took a small sip of the mocktail, hoping it would cool the heat rising in me.

“You’re not saying anything, babygirl,” his deep voice broke the thick silence between us.

The way he said it… the name… it sent a ripple of pleasure straight through me.

At this point, my cheeks were already burning red.

Baby girl….

My mind began to wander, as did my eyes. And the first thing was finding the pulse of my pussy.

And the first… I closed briefly. I imagined myself in his arms, giving me several sexual massages.

Those captivating fingers, finding the folds of my pussy, stroking it harder. At the same time, I could scream and call undone. He would finger-fuck me, bringing me to the edge, satisfying me so well.

He was older than I am, but that was a bonus point for my flirty little fantasies — because it meant he’d be more experienced.

“And babygirl,” he called out, interrupting my sex-fused daydream as I blinked twice.

I felt a warm sensation. Rain poured through me, and biting my lower lip unconsciously, I began to feel so hot.

Oh, when you bite your lip like that, it grounds you viscerally.

Before I knew what was happening, he moved toward me and brought his fingers to my lips, caressing them gently.

“What…” I started to say, but he shushed me — a grin on his lips.

He brushed my lips with his fingers, his hand moving up to my wavy ginger hair. He caressed it so gently too.

“I guess the first thing I should ask would be your name, right?” he said.

“My name is Sophie. And you?” I blurted out.

“Sophie…” A deep growl slipped from his lips as he brushed my hair again. “Such a pretty name.”

Sweat broke out all over me, and I shuddered slowly, my breathing coming in small, rapid pants.

“Um… My name is Clint. Clinton Hinns. We can keep the rest of the introductions for later.”

“You’re shaking, aren’t you, wet down there?” he asked sharply, catching me off guard.

I let out another flustered breath. My eyes shifted, and I looked around, wondering if anyone had heard him ask that question.

Luckily for me, no one seemed to be nearby.

“Are you horny, Sophie?” Clinton blatantly asked again.

Still flushed, I lied through my teeth. “Hell no! What do you mean?”

The curves of his lips broke into another wild grin, as if mocking me. He knew I was lying.

“Your breathing is shallow, and you’re shaking softly.” His fingers left my head and began stroking my cheeks. “Your legs are shaking, and I’m sure your pink panties are already soaked. Your plump lips keep begging me for a kiss because you’re biting them unconsciously. I don’t read mind, but I know you crave something I can give you.”

“Fuck!” I blurted out, cursing under my breath as I tried to take a step back, wanting some space between us.

But he gripped my shoulder and made me sit back.

“You desperately want a man’s touch. You want me to touch you, and I assure you, I will do just that. I will take you to places you’ve never been to. Baby girl, you need to trust me.”

“You, you are… you are a stranger. I… I don’t want to have any entanglement with you,” I stammered defensively, still trying to leave.

But he wasn’t letting go and somehow I liked that he wasn’t. I liked how he dominated in this public space.

“So meek and shy… exactly my type,” Clint said again, his eyes twinkling.

And my thighs clenched involuntarily.

“I would like to have you in bed,” he said with no mind to sugarcoat his words. “You might think I’m crude or blunt, but since I saw you, I haven’t been able to think of anything else but drilling your tight hole.”

“You know,” he leaned closer, “I’ve been watching you since I saw you at the pool with your friends yesterday.”

“Excuse me, you’ve been stalking me. Are you a spy or wha—”

“Follow me,” he interrupted, stepping back slightly.

He then stretched his hand towards me.

“I should come with you? To where? Hell, I don’t even know you!” I almost yelled, stopping myself at the last second.

What the hell is wrong with you, Sophia? You’re attracted to this man. Why not go for it and have the time of your life? Angel is already off with a stranger, enjoying herself, and you want to keep being meek and holy?

Why don’t you accept this offer? Why don’t you be with this insanely hot-ass fuck-man? Do you want to miss this offer of a lifetime?

I could hear my inner voice urging me, and I flushed, my face gleaming red as I thought it over.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I won’t bite,” Clint said again.

Maybe I needed to take him up on this offer. What was the worst that would happen? I knew he would satisfy me so well. So what? Sean was already having fun, but here I am, contemplating and thinking like a fool. Here was my moment, and I was on the verge of wasting it. Hell no!

This man had been watching me. He might have even come to buy me a drink on purpose, so he could talk to me. He was making an effort, and it was so easy. Sexy.

“Sorry, I need to tell my friend that I won't be coming back to our room. She’s—”

“Take your time, princess,” he said softly, kissing my knuckles, and I gave him a warm smile, suddenly feeling free with him.

His little gestures and flirtatious wink turns me on. And now my nipple is so hard, I said, rock already.

Taking my phone out of my little pouch bag strapped to my waist, I quickly sent Angel a text, telling her that I was off to some shenanigans with a very cute stranger, and a smile on my lips.

I giggled slightly when her text came in.

Angel: Damn girl, who is he? I want all the freaking details! My lovely sister.

Me: Of course, my baby, I texted back and quickly dropped my phone back in my purse, even though it chimed with a response from her again.

“Are you ready?” Clint asked, coming close. He brushed my hair softly, and I nodded, not as shyly this time, batting my eyelashes as I stared at the floor — anywhere but at him.

Alright,” he murmured, gently touching my shoulder.

He gently began to steer me out.

“What about our drinks?” I asked.

“I have something better than some mocktail tropical fruit juice,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I want to taste you, sweet girl. I’m not that—” he trailed off, flirting asexually with me.

And I blushed all over.

Yet with every step, doubt whispered louder—was this the right choice?