I Spy a Wicked Sin (25 page)

“Ahh, yes. Like that—suck it.”

Losing himself, he fucked her mouth harder, hitting the back of her throat. She took him easily, no novice at servicing a man this way. So good. The sounds of sex around them drove him higher.

When the familiar buzz began in his balls, hummed at the base of his spine, he tugged gently. “Need inside you. Now.”

She pulled off him with a last slow lick and stood. “Can’t wait. Damn, you’re so freaking sexy. How do you want me?”

“I think there’s a low wall nearby. I want you to face it, brace yourself, and spread your legs for me. I want everybody to be able to see me fucking you.”

“Fuck, yeah,” a man groaned. “Do her.”

“Condoms?” she asked.

“In the pocket of my swim trunks. Put it on me.”

The package crinkled and she smoothed the rubber over him quickly. His cock twitched. He’d always been turned on by a lover doing it for him, though he was in no coherent frame of mind to reason why.

“Make sure we’re visible,” he said as she led him into position, hardly able to contain his release at the image of fucking Brenda in public. “Spread wide and poke your ass out. I want your pretty pussy exposed to me. To
everyone
.”

“Shit, yes.” She moved into position. “Take what you need, handsome.”

First, he’d treat her with the same consideration she’d showed him. Crouching behind her, he rubbed a hand up her leg, to her ass cheeks. When he parted her and rimmed her taut little back entrance with his tongue, she gasped, nearly coming unglued.

“Oh, God! That’s good. . . . Tongue me. Lick me.”

He tongue-fucked her, plunging into her tiny hole. Inhaled her earthy scent. After a few moments of attention there, he moved lower. Tasted her slit, her readiness for him. She was sweet and plump, dripping, and he feasted on her, licking and nibbling until she was grinding onto his face. Sobbing and begging.

“Please, fuck me! Do me, now!”

Several voices moaned their own pleasure to punctuate the demand.

Ready to burst, he rose over her, grabbed her curvy hips. Carefully, he brought the head of his cock to the opening, worked between her lips. In one smooth motion, he buried himself deep inside her. Reveled in their bodies, connected, hot and sweaty. He felt dark and nasty, gave himself to the glorious feeling of being buried in his lover’s cunt. Owning her, for this brief space of time.

For all to see.

Especially Lily.

He imagined them, two attractive strangers moving together in this beautiful setting, sharing their bodies. He wondered whether Lily was as swept along by the tide of lust permeating this place.

The thought did him in and he fucked her hard, hips pumping rapidly. He couldn’t get enough of his cock pounding her sheath, her little cries, her body wild underneath him.

“Fuck, yes!” she yelled in time to his strokes. “Yes, yes! Harder . . . almost there . . .”

His balls exploded and he filled her with a hoarse shout, buried to the hilt. She shattered and vibrated around his cock, on and on. For a few seconds they remained in place, breathing hard. Coming down.

Finally, he pulled out with a bit of regret. “Thank you, Brenda. You were incredible.”

“Back at you.” He heard the satisfaction in her tone. “You incinerated me.”

“Did our audience survive?”

Brenda chuckled. “I think you sent a few of them over the edge. Your pretty friend just left—alone, by the way.”

He was suddenly anxious to get going. Quickly, he tied the condom and pulled on his trunks, putting the rubber in the pocket to discard later. He considered staying a while longer until he recovered and going for another round, but the urge to return to Lily was stronger.

As naughty and exciting as his tryst with Brenda was, it had taught him something very important—if he had any doubt before, he now knew where his heart lay.

He wanted to return to the woman he loved most.

No matter how hard they played, he knew he could count on her to be there.

As though sensing their time was at an end, Brenda didn’t try to coax him to stay. She handed him his cane, which had been parked by the lounger, and kissed his cheek.

“Let me see you to your door,” she insisted. “The paths are confusing even for a sighted person, and I’d hate to hear you’d injured yourself.”

Touched by Brenda’s thoughtfulness, he agreed, giving her his suite number. They had a nice walk, filled by her friendly chatter. She and her husband had an open marriage, and indulged in staying here once a year to keep things spicy. Apparently, the hubby had his own fun planned for tonight.

That’s what I want
, he thought. Someone who’s mine and whom I can count on to keep things exciting.
Yet she knows whose arms she belongs in.

Soon, they were at his door. “Perhaps we’ll run into each other again?” he asked.

“Maybe so,” she said playfully. “You never know.”

They left it at that and he dug out his card key, letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. The suite felt empty, the silence total.

“Hey, I’m back! Hello?”

Since his friends weren’t back yet, he took a leisurely shower, washing away the ocean and the great sex. Once he was clean, he flopped onto the bed he was sharing with Lily and flipped on the television, only halfway paying attention.

Where the hell was Lily? He’d assumed she was headed to their room, but apparently he’d been wrong. Damn, he wanted to talk about their steamy encounters on the patio. Public sex was a first for him! That he could recall, anyway. And maybe talking would lead to more.

He hoped Liam was all right, too. Despite the younger man’s assurances, Jude worried about him. Being a couple of thousand miles from where the attack occurred had obviously helped him feel safe, though. If he said he was fine, Jude would go along. For now.

The drone of the television began to lull him to sleep, the day catching up to him. Fighting the airport, the flight. Sand and surf. Sex. Man, they’d really packed a lot into today.

He was hardly aware of the remote slipping from his hand.

Lily rolled over and stretched, blinking at the bright sunshine streaming through the gauzy curtains. A soft snore buzzed beside her and she glanced over to watch Jude sleep peacefully.

The sunlight set his hair on fire, bathed his rich golden skin. Long lashes rested against his high cheekbones and his lips were parted a bit. He lay sprawled on his back, one arm over his head, legs tangled in the sheets. A slice of naked hip was just visible, tantalizing her with thoughts of what was beneath.

When she’d crept in last night, he’d barely stirred. Part of him was awake now, however, poking at the sheet draped across the target area. The man was insatiable, even unconscious.

Thinking back to last night, she recalled the decadence of having the attention of the handsome bartender and his two friends. The two had her spread for their buddy, who feasted on her pussy with amazing skill, when she’d seen the cute, curvy blonde with the bobbed haircut approach Jude.

Watching what he and the girl were doing—knowing he obviously wanted Lily and everyone else to see—while Lily’s three studs spoiled her brought her one intense orgasm after another. Oh, the talents of the three men were pleasing enough, but it was dreaming of Jude that sent her into orbit.

Beside her, Jude shifted. Then his lashes fluttered open and she found herself looking into striking green eyes. Was he awake? Did blind people know their eyes were open when they first awoke? What a strange thought.

“Good morning,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. “How was your night?”

He rolled to face her, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Good morning. It was very naughty,” he said, voice rumbling.

“How about yours?”

“I have a feeling you already know.”

“I might’ve heard something.”

“From your cute blond acquaintance?”

He reached out, skimmed her arm. “Was she blond? I’d wondered. Though not for long, since I was too busy to think about it.” He seemed to enjoy provoking her.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s why you love me,” he teased.

Something inside her went still and quiet. In a very good way. “Yes, it is.”

Leaning over, he gave her a slow kiss. Not with too much heat, but lazy and comfortable. When he pulled back, a frown wrinkled his brow. “Is Liam back?”

“Yes, don’t worry,” she said, hugging him. “He returned a few minutes after I did, and he’s fine. Our Casanova was whistling.”

Jude pulled back and smiled in relief. “Good. I want him happy, and if this trip helps him recover, I’m satisfied, too.”

“He’s not the only one having fun,” she pointed out, caressing his broad chest. “You’re doing pretty well in that department.”

“Mmm, you bad girl. You really love to spy, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

His lips curved up. “Since I don’t have that luxury, where did you run off to last night? I came back here to find you and fell asleep waiting for you. Did your three admirers treat you right?”

That was sweet of him. A little pang pricked her heart at the thought of him waiting. “They did. After you and your blond friend were finished, we went to the indoor spa and took turns pleasuring each other. Juan—the bartender—went down on me outside, so I returned the favor. Afterwards, his friends were so aroused they needed some attention.”

“I can imagine,” he said, grinding his cock into her mound. “And did you give them some?”

“Of course. They were so patient, so hard from watching me and Juan. I sucked both of their cocks . . . at the same time,” she said with a grin.

His jaw dropped open. “The hell you say! Both?”

“Oh, yes. They were quite a tight fit, but the effort was well worth the results. I had them both sobbing like babies before I was through with them.”

“Christ, I can imagine,” he muttered. “Did any of them fuck you?”

“Would that bother you?”

A strange expression crossed his face. “I don’t know. Yes and no, I guess. It turns me on, but at the same time . . . it makes me jealous,” he said in wonder. “I know that’s a double standard, but I can’t help it. And at the same time, it makes me hotter than a torch.”

“Confusing, isn’t it? I feel the same way. We’re quite a screwed-up pair, aren’t we?”

“I’ll say.”

Clearly, he was done talking, because he nudged her thighs apart and his erection breached her sex. His cock slid into her, the invasion welcome, his strong body flexing. Moving over her, thrusting deep again and again.

“Lily, baby . . .”

Jude made love to her, cradling her against his chest, making her feel cherished. She trusted him, knew this was different than some hot, random encounter for him. He’d said he was falling for her, and she felt the truth in every movement. Every touch.

Far too soon, he propelled them to the edge and over. They clung together, shuddering, riding out the tremors until they lay replete. He peppered her face with kisses, nipped the sensitive skin of her neck until she giggled and squirmed, happier than she’d ever been.

She gave herself to the high, refusing to think about Dietz and how pissed he must be that she’d vanished. About whether Michael would be able to expose the man for the evil traitor he was.

She just held on and prayed that, for once, she’d have something left worth fighting for when this was over.

Dietz wore a hole in the carpet of his office, seething at the unacceptable turn of events.

Why, of all times, did Michael fucking Ross have to take the helm again? Dietz had been summoned to their leader’s office and relegated back to his old, mundane duties quite abruptly, with barely a word of thanks for all he’d done to keep things running smoothly.

Lily Vale. The bitch must’ve figured out the truth. Gone running to Ross—right before she gathered her two fuck buddies and left the goddamned country.