The Best Man (9 page)

It
would be well after noon, but no one needed to know that.

Once
Christine was in the cabana, she doubted anyone would find her.

Which
gave her lots of time and opportunity to think about Jake. She’d spread a towel
on one chaise and laid there, fingering the blindfold as she obsessively
checked her watch.

And
then she touched herself. If nothing else, she’d be ready for him when he
arrived.

* * *

At
ten to twelve, Christine stepped out on to the beach. She was wet and her sex
was swollen in anticipation of Jake’s arrival. There was no sign of anyone to
her right where the beach became rocky, and just a woman with a big hat back by
the hotel to the left.

Where
was Jake? She stood and stared, but no one appeared. The sun beat down, making
the sand look white and making the waves sparkle. It was hot and quiet, just
the sound of seagulls overhead.

At
the stroke of noon, Christine had a moment to be disappointed that she was
still alone.

Then
she saw him.

A
man was coming out of the ocean. It was hard to see him clearly with the sun
reflecting so brightly off the waves, and Christine shaded her eyes to watch
him approach. He was definitely walking out of the sea, and headed directly
toward her.

He
wore a full wet suit with a hood, a mask and snorkel. He was encased in black,
his features hidden. Christine’s heart began to pound. He was the same height
as Jake. He had the same muscled build as Jake.

And
Jake had said he was going scuba diving.

The
man reached the beach and removed his flippers, shaking them out. He seemed to
peer into the shadows of the cabana, then waved at her with two fingers. He
turned his back upon her and removed his face mask, shaking the water out of
it. The sun cast his face in shadow when he turned back toward her, but he
hesitated before coming closer.

He
raised his hands in front of his eyes, reminding her and removing all doubt.

It
was her lover.

It
was Jake.

Christine
grabbed the blindfold and put it on quickly, her heart pounding in
anticipation. She heard his footsteps in the sand as he came closer. She heard
his breath as he stepped into the cabana and the air seemed to sizzle in
anticipation.

“
Chère
,” he murmured. “
Femme de mes rèves.
”

Lady
of his dreams. Christine caught her breath when his hand landed on her cheek. His
skin was wet and cool, and she could smell the ocean water on him. He turned
her face slightly and bent to brush his lips across hers. She felt him studying
her and tingled from head to toe. Then he kissed her again, his mouth closing
possessively over hers. He tasted like salt and the sea, his tongue more
demanding than he had been the night before. He bore her down onto the chaise
lounge and she went willingly, wanting his weight over top of her and his
strength inside her. She slid her arms around his shoulders and his wet suit
was smooth and beaded with water. She ran her hands across his chest, wanting
to feel his skin against hers, but he chuckled.

“
Non,
chère
,” he chided gently. His hands
slid over her arms and her breasts, then he unfastened the top of her bikini. “
Si
belle
,” he whispered, bending to
kiss one tight nipple. Christine gasped in pleasure, but it didn’t last. He
moved quickly, wrapping the bikini top around her wrists and binding them over
her head, to the top of the chaise lounge.

Christine
struggled instinctively and opened her mouth to protest. He put his fingertip
across her lips and bent over her. She heard him drop to his knees beside the
chaise, then he braced his weight over her. Her bare breasts collided with his
wet suit, with the hard expanse of his chest, and Christine tingled. She felt
his breath against her ear. “Today, I pleasure you,” he whispered, his French
accent thicker than before. “I ask only that you accept my gift,
chère
.”

“Yes,”
she managed to whisper, then he kissed her deeply and sweetly. He lowered
himself completely over her, the weight of him pinning her against the chaise. Christine
was crushed beneath him, and wiggled with pleasure. He braced himself on his
elbows, entwined his fingers with hers, and she parted her legs. He groaned
into their kiss as he settled his weight there and Christine felt his erection
against her hungry sex. She wished the wet suit was gone and rubbed herself
against him in silent demand. He caught his breath and she felt him shudder as
he broke his kiss.

“I
want you inside me,” she whispered. “Take me.” She arched her back and
undulated, opening her mouth to invite him closer. She heard him catch his
breath.

“You
like this,” he whispered, his voice husky. He ran his fingertips across the
knotted bikini top and Christine struggled against her bonds. He’d bound her
wrists securely and she couldn’t work them free at all.

She
nodded and swallowed. “I do.” She struggled again, feeling him get even harder.

“A
fantasy?” he asked quietly.

“One
of many.” She smiled and her voice turned husky. “Make them all come true,
chèr
.”

“Then
tell me what else you like,
chère
.”
He kissed her hungrily then, demanding more and more of her kiss. “Tell me
everything.” He trailed a line of kisses to her ear, running his teeth across
her earlobe and making her squirm. “Tell me how I should take you first.”

“Like
this,” Christine whispered. “Tie me down and hold me down. Fill me and claim
me.”

He
caught his breath, and she wondered if she had shocked him. Then he bent and
took her nipple in his mouth again, a little more roughly. He suckled her,
coaxing her nipple to a tight peak, then flicked his tongue against it. His
touch set Christine on fire and she squirmed beneath his weight, wanting
everything he could give her.

Just
when she was sure she couldn’t bear it any more, he turned his attention to her
other breast. Her nipples were so tight that they ached, and Christine arched
her back to rub herself against him in silent demand. He slid down the length
of her, making a path of kisses, running his tongue inside her navel, then
untied her bikini bottom. Christine spread her legs wide, letting him look at
her, wanting him to see that she was wet and ready for him.

He
bound her left ankle to the chaise lounge, securing it there quickly and
resolutely. Then he caught her right ankle in his hand, holding it against his
shoulder with one heavy hand. He placed his other hand on her left thigh,
spreading her wide, then she felt his breath against her hungry puss.

She
cried out when his mouth closed over her and his tongue flicked against her
hardened clitoris. He ate her slowly and deliberately, coaxing her pleasure to
a fever pitch. He sucked her and he nibbled her and he laved her, mixing his
moves with maddening unpredictability. She felt his tongue and his lips and his
teeth, and it drove her crazy. Christine struggled but she was tied down,
captive to his caress. She was helpless.

She
was completely at his mercy.

And
he was determined to pleasure her.

There
was nowhere else she wanted to be. She moaned and tried to thrash, as he steadily
cultivated her desire. His touch was aggressive that she was sure she’d come,
then he’d ease off, kiss the soft insides of her thighs, run his tongue between
her toes, caress her and tickle her because he began his assault again. Christine
lost track of how many times he took her almost to the brink and pulled back.
She was itching to be claimed completely, certain that nothing less would do.

He
lifted his head and blew on her clitoris, his breath making it throb even more.
Christine pumped her hips, aching for him. “Tell me,
chère
.” His voice was harder, a command this time, and
Christine was in no state to deny him anything.

“Fast
the first time,” she said, speaking before she could stop herself. Being
blindfolded made it easier to confess her secret desires. Knowing that it was
Jake who was tormenting her with pleasure made it impossible to hold anything
back. “Fast and hard, from behind, holding me down. Staking a claim, like a
thief in the night.”

“
Chère!
” he murmured, his surprise clear.

Christine
realized she maybe shouldn’t have started with that fantasy. She rolled her
hips, and lowered her voice, trying another. She didn’t care about the
order—she wanted Jake to make all of her fantasies come true. “Then slow
the second time, making it last.”

“How
slow?” His fingers danced over her thighs, then he slid his fingertips between
the wet folds of her labia. Christine moaned aloud. He chuckled, teasing her
with his fingertips.

He
liked this idea, so Christine elaborated on it. “Hours. It would take hours.
And it would be raining outside. That would be the only sound.”

His
fingers trembled against her, and she lifted her foot, placing it against his
crotch. He was huge and hard, and she knew he was enjoying her confessions. She
arched her foot and ran her toes over him, feeling him get bigger beneath her
caress. She turned her thigh out as she had once in ballet class, showing
herself to him, and wished she could see his face.

“And
la troisième fois
?” he asked, his
words strained. His fingers slid against her, persuasive and persistent, more
demanding than they had been before. Christine parted her legs wider and he
slid two fingers inside her.

The
third time. “Any way you want me after that. Just take me again and again and
again. Never stop.” Christine paused, then decided to go for it. “Bang me until
you can’t anymore, then bang me all over again. I want to be possessed
completely. By you. And I never want you to let me go. Tie me down if you want
to—or command me to tie you down.”

“
Chère!
” he said, apparently startled, and Christine was
afraid she’d said too much.

But
no, he dropped down between her legs, his hands splayed on her thighs. His
mouth closed over her again, but he sucked hard this time, demanding more and
driving her to the threshold. He held her open, his grip resolute, his tongue
working against her.

She
was captive. She was claimed.

She
was Jake’s possession and Christine adored it.

The
tumult rose faster this time, rose like a tsunami inside her. She twisted and her
hips bucked. “I want more,” she whispered and his tongue drove inside her. “I
want all of you.” She felt his breath against her clitoris, felt his teeth on
her labia and moaned. She didn’t hold back, moaning louder, not caring who
heard her. “I want you hard and thick inside me, stretching me wide and filling
me,” she said, and he ate her with greater frenzy. “I want you to hold me down
and take me so many times that we lose count. I want to be your possession,
forever.”

At
that, he bit her clitoris gently, drawing the hard nub against his teeth, and
the world exploded. Christine came with a shout that she was sure they’d hear
back at the hotel. Jake didn’t release her, though, just kept sucking and
licking, forcing to to come again and again.

Until
she collapsed, trembling on the chaise and spent. She was panting when he stood
up and she purred as he ran his hands down the length of her. She heard a
tinkle and couldn’t identify the sound, then something cool slid around her
neck. It was a necklace of smooth beads. He fastened it and arranged it with a
fingertip, his touch a warm caress against her chest.

“
Si
belle
,” he whispered. “
Si
sauvage.
”

Christine
smiled. So beautiful and so wild. She had the definite sense that she’d shaken
Jake’s assumptions.

And
she was glad.

She
was dimly aware that he bent over her again, that he unknotted the bikini top
from the chaise. She didn’t move her hands immediately, because her wrists were
still wrapped in the bikini and she was sure that he was looking at her. In fact,
she posed and preened for him, bolder than usual because of the blindfold.

It
took a few minutes for her to realize that she was alone.

Christine
sat up and tugged off the blindfold. A man was striding into the surf, already
waist-deep in the water. He glanced back, his features in shadow, and gave a
cocky salute. Christine could only stare, wishing he’d come back. She watched
as he dove into sparkling ocean and disappeared from view.

She
was shaking after that orgasm and felt disheveled. She managed to untie her
bonds and put her bikini back on, then examined the necklace he’d given her.

It
was a string of perfect pearls, maybe the very same string of pearls she’d
admired in the gift shop with Arlene. She fingered them and smiled.

Her
secret lover wasn’t that secret after all.

Christine
went for a swim herself, feeling invigorated and optimistic, and wondered what Jake
would do next.