Five

EVALINE

“You taste so good, EVALINE,” the deep voice groans as my body begins to tingle all over. The swipe of a tongue between my thighs surprises me, and I am no longer asleep. Did ANDREA come back? I sit up where I’m completely naked and scream when I see Adrian is between my thighs. What in the hell?

“Miss Alessandro, are you okay?” he asks, jumping away from me, those green eyes blinking, quickly looking as surprised as I am by my reaction.

“What the hell are you doing?” I scream as I grab the sheet and cover myself.

“You ordered a special wake-up call last night,” Adrian explains to me.

“Special wake-up call?”

“It’s the oral sex wake-up call,” Adrian states.

“I didn’t order that,” I reply.

“It’s on your tablet as an order. You can look and check. I would never have come in here and touched you unless it was an order. I am so sorry, Miss Alessandro,” Adrian says quickly, and from the tone of his voice, he means it.

I grab the tablet off the bedside table and scroll through the orders, and there it is in black and white.

Special wake-up call.

Love CS.

I’m going to kill my sister when I see her next. Why the hell would she go and scare me like that?

“Seems like my sister ordered it for me,” I tell Adrian.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea you didn’t order it. I thought after yesterday, you wanted more. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, giving me a small smile.

Of course, he would, it’s also his job. It wasn’t the worst way to wake up.

Oral sex wake-up calls.

Who knew that was even a thing.

But I guess if Adrian wants to wake me up with that expert tongue of his, then who am I to say no to him using it on me. None of this is his fault, and I shouldn’t blame him.

“Give me a minute, I’m trying to get my heart rate down,” I tell him as my heart thunders in my chest from the fright. My dreams last night were all very sexual and consisted of me exploring the resort, and all the things it has to offer, especially with ANDREA and Adrian.

Dream me decided to throw caution to the wind and embrace everything. I remember thinking if only Rafael could see me now. Mentally, I remember flipping him off while I ended up in an orgy. It felt a lot like karma to me.

Then waking up to a man’s tongue between my thighs and not hating it might be a sign that I need to give in to everything this place has to offer. This could all be incredibly cathartic, and I might be able to heal these deep wounds Rafael has left inside of me.

“Maybe you need a massage instead, help you relax after that fright,” Adrian states.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

“Yes, please,” I tell him as my eyes light up. I’ve been needing a massage for months now, but I’ve been way too busy to schedule time for one. However, this morning sounds perfect.

“Great, where would you like me to set up? Outside on the deck or in the living room?” he asks.

“Oh, outside in the sunshine, please,” I reply. “I’m just going to freshen up, and I’ll be out in a sec.”

Adrian nods and busies himself while I jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom.

After freshening myself up a bit, I grab the silk robe from my bathroom and wrap it around me to wear outside. Adrian has set up a professional massage table on the deck in the sunshine, and beside that, he’s set up a platter of fresh fruits, juice, and water for me.

Now, this is the life. I pop a strawberry into my mouth and instantly my mind flicks back to yesterday and how hot Adrian made strawberries. I don’t think I will ever look at them the same way. As I’m a little parched, I grab a glass of water and take a couple of sips.

“As with everything on the island, we have sexual and non-sexual options, which means I can give you a standard massage with nothing more, or I can finish with a happy ending,” Adrian explains to me.

A happy-ending massage. I’ve heard of them before but never, ever thought they were for women.

“Happy ending seems a nice way to finish,” I say, biting my lip. Can’t believe I’m agreeing to these things. Stop thinking, EVALINE. Maybe I really do need this massage to relax the hell out of me.

“Great, now if you wouldn’t mind getting out of that robe and lying face down, I’ll begin,” Adrian states with a smirk.

I suck in a deep breath and let the silky material fall to the floor. Then I step up to the massage table, lay down, and place my face in the special hole. I smell lavender and some other essential oils that Adrian is mixing for me. Then he drips a long line of oil down my spine before his hands start massaging. Oh my gosh, this is exactly what I need. Strong fingers dig into the soft tissue and work their magic.

With the moans and groans falling from my lips, anyone would think Adrian’s doing more than massaging me. His hands, like his tongue, are magical. He works over my body for an insane amount of time, and I must doze off for a moment because I’m woken by the sweep of fingers across my folds.

Right! Now I’m awake.

Adrian works over my legs and every time he comes back to the top of my thigh, his finger ever so gently slides through me before continuing further on his path. He’s teasing me, and I like it. My entire body feels like pliable Play-Doh, and honestly, I do not care what he does right now. He could ask all his friends to have a go, and I wouldn’t care as long as they kept massaging me. I’d be all for it.

Is that a possibility? Asking Adrian to bring friends? It’s his job, and you are not dating him. I’ve never had a threesome or an orgy. What about ANDREA? What about him? You had fun with him. He was a great lay. He seems like a nice guy. His mum is a fan.

We’re on a sex island. I don’t think ANDREA is looking for his happily ever after. Why would he when his brother owns fantasy island?

Maybe this island is changing me.

Normally, I would care what a man thinks. I would never talk to another guy if I was already talking to one. I’ve never been a serial dater. Maybe that’s my problem? I haven’t ever explored my options and don’t know what I want.

Well, what do you want? I’m not sure.

I still don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. I’ve not healed where that’s concerned, but what I do know is, I don’t want to go back to my sexless, hobbit of a life—that’s one thing this island has shown me. I need more work and sex life balance. Maybe one day when I’ve healed a little more, probably after some intense therapy that I need to deal with the scars that are left, I might be willing to open myself up again.

Adrian’s fingers slide through my folds, and this time, they stay there. He expertly begins to massage, ever so often sliding over my clit. Laying on my front while he touches me is a different feeling to when I’m on my back. See I’m learning new things every day. He nudges my legs open a little further so he has more room to move. Then his fingers slip inside me—one, then two, and a sneaky thumb presses against my backdoor.

Oh. I was not expecting that.

My hands grip the table, scrunching up the towel beneath me as he finds all the nerve endings that make me feel like I’m floating. Then he slips in a third finger, and my ass raises from the table. The sound of my wetness echoes around me, and I know I should be embarrassed, but I don’t care in this moment because it feels so damn good.

Adrian continues his magic until I’m unable to last any longer, and I cry out as he pushes me right over the edge, but he doesn’t stop and pushes and pushes until I feel a rush between my legs like I’ve wet myself, and instantly, I become embarrassed.

Shit, did I just wet myself? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.

“Miss Alessandro, are you okay?” Adrian asks with concern.

“Yeah, um, I think I just had an accident. Maybe you should go,” I mumble, feeling mortified as I roll over onto my side and curl up into a ball.

“Miss Alessandro, I made you squirt. You didn’t have an accident,” Adrian explains as he touches my arm. Huh, what’s that? I turn my head to the side, and Adrian crouches down and gives me a warm smile, even though tears begin to fall down my cheeks. Why am I crying? “Has no one ever made you squirt before?” he asks softly, and I shake my head. “Then they were fools. That’s why you’re crying?” he asks, gently wiping my tears away from my cheek. “It’s a sign of intense pleasure that you’re coming down from.”

“It is? I mean, it felt intense,” I mumble, but I am still embarrassed.

“Good, then I have done my job.” He gives me a bright smile. “Come, let me help you up and look after you. You need a cuddle, some food, and water,” he tells me.

“I do?” I ask weakly.

“You do,” he tells me while holding out his hand, then helping me up. Adrian picks me up from the massage table and places me in the jacuzzi tub that sits off to the side of the plunge pool. The warm water feels amazing against my muscles. He then comes back with the platter of fruit and a couple of bottles of water before getting undressed and jumping in the jacuzzi with me. Then he pulls me onto his lap and begins feeding me slices of fruit as I lay against his hard chest, feeling exhausted.

“The men you have been with, Miss Alessandro, they didn’t deserve you. They should have been worshipping at your feet. I hope you know that,” Adrian tells me. I cuddle tighter to the man’s chest, letting him make me feel safe and secure, which no man has ever done before for me.

Eventually, I’ve got my strength back. Adrian joins me in my pool as we swim around looking at the multicolored fish swimming beneath us. It’s special and entertaining.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” I question Adrian as we float in the water.

“Of course.”

“How long have you been working here?” I am curious as to how one becomes a staff member.

“At The Eden Club for about five years. It affords me a lifestyle that I never dreamed about having. It’s setting me up for life,” he explains. “And the perks are very good,” he says as his finger taps my nose which makes me smile.

“You’ve probably seen everything then?”

“Yes. There isn’t much sexually I haven’t tried at least once. What I do like doing is helping someone open themselves up to their potential, especially women,” he explains. I wonder what that means? “For example, yourself, yesterday you were so scared. You hadn’t given yourself permission to explore what the island has to offer. This morning, though, you have grown, and I can see the wheels beginning to turn and your mind expanding, wondering what else is out there. That gets me hard,” he states, reaching out and pulling me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as we float in the pool.

“Someone has made you doubt yourself in your past.” I stiffen at his comment. “And I hate that someone as beautiful as you does not see your worth because of some asshole,” he tells me. Aw, that is so sweet. “So, please, consider me as your sexual therapist. You can ask me about anything at any time, no matter how embarrassing you think it is, and I will always answer you honestly. If you want to explore any of your fantasies while here, let me make them come true. You deserve the world, Miss Alessandro, and I want to help you get there.”

That is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. I lean down to kiss Adrian, and he lets me take control and set the pace. This kiss is heated but not sexual. It felt like he has given me permission to release my constraints.

“Are you going to be my sexual Yoda?” I joke with him.

“You come, I makey,” he jokes back.

“Fine. Well, then, in the sense of honesty, I met someone last night, brought him back to my room, and had my wicked way with him.”

“That a girl,” Adrian states excitedly which makes me smile.

“I was worried that sleeping with two guys in one night is a little slutty and started to slut shame myself,” I confess to him.

“You’re at a sex resort. It’s frowned upon not having sex than having sex with multiple people.” He chuckles.

This is true and exactly what my subconscious was telling me.

“And how do you feel about things now?”

“That I’m going to enjoy my time here and have fun. You’re right, I’ve been uptight for way too long.”

“There’s nowhere safer to try things out than here,” he adds.

“Well, then, speaking of trying things out,” I say, biting my lip as Adrian’s eyes widen with excitement. “I was wondering if maybe tomorrow I could order a massage, but this time with you and another man,” I say, blurting out the last bit quite fast.

“Oh, Miss Alessandro, I like it.” Adrian grins. “Of course, I would be more than happy to be of service. Now my next question is … do you want the second man to just touch you, or would you like him to also play with me?”

Come again? I stare at Adrian.

“I swing both ways. There are a lot of men who work here that do. Some women’s fantasies are seeing two men together or taking two men together while they both fuck her, or while one fucks him while he fucks her. There are so many different scenarios. Or they can both solely focus on you,” he explains.

Whoah! I didn’t know there were so many options.

“Maybe I’d like to try that. It’s intrigued me,” I confess.

“Consider it done,” Adrian tells me. “Is there anything else you would like from me today? I’m happy to stay in this pool with you, or I can give you another massage. I can lay beside you while you sleep, spooning you in a non-sexual way. I’m more than happy to eat you out again, or I’m more than happy to slip my dick inside you here in the pool if that is what you desire?”

I’ve died and gone to sex heaven. I didn’t think it was possible to want more sex, but as soon as my body hears all of Adrian’s dirty options it’s on fire again.

My hand slides down between us, and he’s already hard. Impressive. He gives me a grin as I begin to run my hand up and down the thick shaft. He moves us around the pool to the step and slides himself down onto the concrete so he’s not floating anymore. I’ve never had sex in a pool before, but maybe I should try it out.

I let myself float over him and hold his dick in my hand while I line him up before I try to sink down on top of him. It feels a little weird in the water. I must make a face because he picks me up and deposits himself on the edge of the pool. “That’s better.” He grins as he thrusts up into me.