SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(104)
“I thought about that. Tell me, you do own a bikini, don’t you?”
James
A day later, we touched down on the two-square-mile island of Mustique in the West Indies, about eighty miles west of Barbados. Summer was thrilled by the little single-engine plane we took from Barbados International Airport, and even though we’d just done an eleven-hour long haul from Buenos Ares, she looked impossibly fresh and stunning.
We were here because we couldn’t agree on how to move forward. I owned a villa on this tiny billionaire’s playground, along with people like Mick Jagger, Paul McCartney, and the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. My particular place had been built, lived in, and previously owned by David Bowie. It was basically a group of interconnected, Indonesian-themed pavilions built up in the hills over some small ponds and a pool. It was secluded, tranquil, surrounded by greenery, and utterly beautiful.
I hated being on painkillers; I was pretty out of it and Summer had to fend for herself, take care of me, and find out where everything was for the first day or so. However, judging from her reaction on arrival, she wasn’t too upset about it.
On the third day, I woke up alone. I had to sleep sitting up because my left arm was strapped up so my shoulder could heal, but on this morning, the pain was bearable enough that I thought I could get by on aspirin.
It was near 11:00 a.m. and the sun outside was shining down from a deep blue sky, casting magically sparkling ripples across the pool outside. I put on some loose linen shorts and a thin white shirt—slipping only one arm in, obviously, and pulling the other side over my shoulder—before I wandered out to find Summer. I found this goddess lying naked and face down in the sun next to the wet bar. Her hair was as long and dark as usual, but damp and tousled from swimming. Her magnificent body had turned a wonderful coppery-brown and shined from sweet-scented oils and the tiny beads of sweat that tickled seductively along her curves. I instantly felt my cock start to firm up at the sight.
“I have never seen anything sexier or more beautiful in my life,” I said breathlessly as I approached her slowly. “I guess this means you don’t own a bikini, after all.”
“Mm, morning.” I heard her lips curl into a relaxed grin around the words. She turned her head to face me. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah, I am,” I told her. “Thanks in no small way to finding you like this.”
I crouched beside her, doing my best not to block the golden rays that illuminated her radiant skin.
“Oh really?” She lifted her head and smiled temptingly at me. “Poor baby, it’s been two days. You must be so horny. I know I am. I would be lying if I said I didn’t start without you.” She licked the first two fingers of her right hand slowly, and it was the hottest, naughtiest thing I’d ever seen.
Before I could ask her, she pushed me—shorts, shirt and sandals—into the pool. The water was cool, but my shoulder straps were now ruined. I stood in the water, not knowing quite what to say, when she got up off the low recliner and slipped into the pool in front of me. She pushed my undone shirt off me, off the one arm that was in its sleeve, then edged closer and leaned her head back so I could kiss her mouth. I could feel my dick bursting to be let loose from its linen cage, and Summer, always able to tell exactly what I wanted, ran her fingers down my wet chest, over my stomach, and attacked the fastenings on my shorts.
I ran my movable hand all over her hot, oily breasts and tasted the salt around her lips from baking in the sun. She reached around to push the floating shorts down over my butt, then brought a hand around and took my shaft in her eager hand. I was rock hard, so her delicate touch made me gasp and my knees go slightly weak. The water lapped around our waists as she pulled me, by the cock, back to the edge of the pool.
“God, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she breathed, turning around to grip the pool edge. She wiggled her submerged butt delicately at me. “Please, just do it, hard and fast.”
I didn’t need telling again. I pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned at the contact, and I could feel the thick slickness of her juices even though she was under water. Impatiently, she grabbed my dick again and pulled it towards her hole.
“I need you to fuck me, baby,” she whispered, so I did.
I slid in, pushing apart her hot, wet sex as I drove in deeper and deeper. She responded with a long, satisfied groan, and pushed her ass back to help me get even deeper still.
“Oh, that’s so good, baby,” she moaned, and I could feel her pussy throbbing around me. How long had she been playing with herself out here? It didn’t matter. I’d only just entered her, and she was nearly ready to come.
“I think you’re the horny one,” I whispered, my cock buried inside her. “Come for me, baby. It’s okay, don’t wait for me.”
I brought my good hand across the front of her to cup one of her beautiful tits and stayed still while she slid herself back and forth on me. Controlling the exact speed and depth of how she needed it, she was really close in no time at all. Her cries got louder, and her pushes grew slower and weaker as she slipped further and further into ecstasy until she could barely move. I took over, urgently driving myself in and out of her, sending her even further out of control. She yelled, her legs buckling and shaking, and she lay her head on the tiles at the pool’s edge. Still, I hammered at her softly pulsing pussy, burying myself in her as deep as she’d let me. She cried open-mouthed in time with my every thrust, with no end in sight for her orgasm. She just kept coming.