Four

EVALINE

What the hell was that, EVALINE.

You had this tall, dark, and handsome guy in front of you, eating out of the palm of your hand, but one after the other you had verbal diarrhea. I’ve completely humiliated myself. He probably thinks I’m a right crazy woman, especially after witnessing Liv’s fight with Andrei. He probably thinks he’s dodged a bullet. What happened to the girl from earlier who had wild sex with her host? Where was she sitting down at that table with ANDREA?

What I should have been doing was fluffing my hair, pouting my lips, and pushing my boobs in his face like I see all the other women do when they flirt. He seemed interested, but I’ve blown that. At least you have Adrian on call. See, there’s that silver lining.

“EVALINE, EVALINE, wait!” I hear my name being called by someone. I turn around, and ANDREA is running after me. Did I forget something? “EVALINE, where are you going?” he asks as he reaches me.

“Back to my room. I thought—”

“You thought what?” he interrupts.

“That I’ve made a fool out of myself.”

“No, you didn’t,” he reassures me.

“I didn’t?” I ask, seemingly confused that he’s not seeing what I am seeing.

ANDREA takes a couple of steps closer to me. “I liked talking to you. I was looking forward to us continuing to talk tonight,” he explains.

“You were?”

“I remember the first time I came here to The Eden Club … I was so nervous. I was thinking someone is going to put a ball gag in my mouth while they tie me to a cross and slap my ass with a whip,” he confesses to me.

Is that something they offer here? Yeah, that would freak me out too.

“That kind of stuff is in the BDSM areas and not really for amateurs. Anyway, while I was walking around waiting for someone to jump out and make me their sex slave, which they didn’t, I met this older woman who could see I was nervous, so she offered to show me around to ease me into the world,” he explains.

“Then what happened?” I ask.

“We had hot fucking sex,” he replies honestly, which for some reason has me in a fit of giggles.

“So, what you’re saying is … I need a nice older woman to show me around?”

His green eyes dip down to my wrist then back again. “Your bracelets tell me otherwise, but I could arrange that for you,” he says with a grin. Of course, he would, men love two women together. “I was actually offering my services.” He what? I’m so surprised by his proposal that I end up staring at him for way too long that it becomes uncomfortable when he finally says, “Or in a non-sexual way. It’s up to you. Just know I’ll look after you.”

“You want to have sex with me?” I ask because I’m not sure I am reading between the lines correctly.

“Yes,” he answers seriously. “I think you’re beautiful.” Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting him to be so forthright. “Again, only if you want to,” he adds.

Oh, I want to. Why the hell are you hesitating, EVALINE? Because I’ve already had sex with someone today, and if I sleep with a different person that seems a little slutty. Slutty at a sex resort? Isn’t that the point?

This is true.

Earlier, you were all, yay EVALINE 2.0, I’m going to explore everything this resort has to offer, and now you are being offered more, and you’re hesitating. Man, the hell up, EVALINE Alessandro, and fuck this man. You never have to see him again when you go back to your boring life. You can go back home and become a nun again, but if you don’t use this time at a sex resort to have sex, then that could be fifty years of bad sex luck or something.

Fuck it.

Next thing I know, I’m grabbing ANDREA by the shirt and pulling him toward me. His eyes are wide in surprise at my sudden movement, but as soon as our lips meet, it’s fireworks. His strong hands wrap around my ribs, holding me in place as his fingers sink into my skin with bite. He lifts me ever so slightly and begins to walk backward until my back hits something hard—it feels like a palm tree. My hands move from clenching his shirt to wrapping around his neck. I feel his hardness pushing against me as our kiss continues to light my body on fire.

“You’re so beautiful, EVALINE,” he murmurs against my neck.

Men don’t normally tell me I’m beautiful. They say that I’m nice, smart, a great interior designer, something like that. They’re always interested in Agape more so than me. She’s the blonde bombshell, and I never got her curves. I’m as straight and narrow as they come both physically and personality-wise.

ANDREA’s hands run down my body, his thumb caresses over my hardening nipple, which pulls a moan from my lips. I can feel ANDREA smile against my skin at my reaction. His fingers tease my nipple for a little longer, and I had no idea I’d like that. I close my eyes, my head falls back against the tree, and I give over to the sensations storming inside me.

The next thing I know, ANDREA is biting my nipple through the material, and wow, does that feel amazing. He moves further and further down my body until he is on his knees. Finally, I look down and see his heated stare looking back up at me.

“Open for me, EVALINE,” he asks.

So, I do. What is it with all these men on this island wanting to go downtown? It never happens in real life. I’ll get a membership alone just for this to keep happening.

ANDREA looks up at me with a wide grin on his face as his hands disappear up my dress, and he begins to roll my underwear down my thighs. I step out of my pastel pink cotton panties and watch as he stashes them in his pocket. Then he grabs one of my legs and places it over his shoulder. Well, that’s a new move. All I can see is ANDREA’s back as my dress covers him perfectly. Panic catches me out of nowhere as I hear people talking, and that’s when I realize I’m on a public path. Yes, we are off to the side a bit but if they really look, they will see me, and I’m not sure if I’m up for having sex in public just yet.

“EVALINE,” ANDREA calls my name from between my legs. “If you want them to watch, be loud. If you don’t, then I’m going to need you to be quiet. Think you can do that?” he asks.

I nod in agreement because as embarrassed as I am, I really want him to lick my cookie. ANDREA disappears again, and I feel the first swipe of his tongue along my slit, and I sag against the tree trying to hold in the moans that are begging to escape.

He continues to eat me like a champion. It’s a little different to Adrian from earlier who is a trained professional and has magic dancing across his tongue, but ANDREA is equally as good but in a totally different way—I guess less refined. The boy knows what he’s doing I’ll give him that.

My hands slide down and tangle in his dark hair, my fingers sink into his lush locks and anchor themselves to him. Yes. Yes. Yes. My legs begin to quake as he slowly but thoroughly enjoys himself down there.

People come closer and closer, but they are completely absorbed in their conversation that they don’t notice me. Hold it in EVALINE, hold that moan that’s threatening to fall from your lips as I’m not prepared to be an exhibitionist, not tonight anyway.

ANDREA then sinks a finger in me, and it feels like heaven. My mind begins floating away with all the good endorphins, and my fingers clench tighter on his hair holding him in place while he delivers the magic. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he adds another finger and curls them together, and they hit some special button inside me, and I’m done for. My head flies back, and I hit it hard against the palm tree, but I don’t care. I’m sure my fingers have nearly pulled out locks of ANDREA’s hair.

Somehow, I stifle the moans and groans that are filling my mouth as he pushes me higher and higher until I’m unable to hold it any longer, and I crash over the edge in the most delicious orgasm. My first against a palm tree in public, but I’m not opposed to doing it again.

Slowly, ANDREA pulls his fingers from me and places my shaky leg back on the ground and comes out from under my dress. I can see myself glistening on his chin in the moonlight, and then I watch in surprise as he sucks his fingers, savoring me like I’m some sort of fine wine.

“You taste delicious,” he says, giving me a lopsided grin.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“My bungalow is just down there …” I point off into the darkness, “… you want to come?”

“I’d love to,” he says, standing and then kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it feels strange, but if he continues doing what he does, I can deal with that.

ANDREA takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers together. “Show me the way.”

We begin walking through the rainforest-covered walkways where it’s quiet except for the sounds of nighttime birds whistling in the treetops. We walk in a relative, comfortable silence for a little while until ANDREA breaks it. “Judging by your accent, you’re English. But do you live there? Or are you based in New York like your sister?” he asks.

“Oh no, that’s Agape’s dream. I live in Chelsea,” I tell him.

“We’re neighbors then. I’m in Kensington across the road from Hyde Park,” he adds.

“Nice,” I tell him being genuinely impressed. That area is super expensive and luxurious. I’ve had many clients buy there, and I have renovated for them. “What is it you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I run our family’s real estate development business, Lewis & Co. Developments,” he says.

Oh wow, I know of them. They are a huge company with developments all around the world.

“I know the company. I didn’t realize that was yours and Matteo’s family.”

“Yeah, Matteo decided on going in a different direction to the family business,” ANDREA explains. “What is it that you do? Are you in the event industry too?”

“No, I leave that to my sister. I’m an interior designer. I own Alessandro Designs in Chelsea,” I tell him.

“No way. My mum loves you. She follows you on Instagram. She said that if she was ever to remodel again, she’d use you in a heartbeat. I can’t believe it. You have no idea how obsessed Mom is with you,” he tells me candidly.

Oh my god, this is the cutest.

“Really. That’s made my night,” I reply.

“I thought my tongue made your night,” he says, teasing me. My cheeks flush with embarrassment over remembering what we did only moments ago.

“Yeah. Um …” I say, stumbling over my words.

ANDREA bursts out laughing. “It’s cool. I get it when someone compliments my work. It feels pretty amazing,” he adds.

“You should bring your mum around to the studio. I’ll happily show her around.”

“You would?” He seems quite surprised by the comment. “You have no idea how many brownie points that’s going to earn me. Thank you,” he says excitedly as he picks me up and swings me around, which makes me chuckle.

He stops, and the jovial banter and the heat that continues to simmer between us is back again. ANDREA’s hand wraps around the base of my neck and pulls me to him, and he kisses me passioMatteoly again. This time things are not quite as tame as our previous kiss because we know exactly what we are in for now.

“I want you, EVALINE,” ANDREA states.

“I want you, too,” I confess. “Come on, I’m not far …” I say, grabbing his hand as we begin running along the pathway until we hit the decks of the marina area where the overwater bungalows are located.

“You’re in one of these?” ANDREA asks as we head down one of the long stretches of walkway to my room.

“Yep, and they are spectacular.” I turn and grin.

“Not as spectacular as you,” he adds.

That’s a little corny, but I’ll take it, especially as I have been void of a cringe for so long. I bite my lip, turn back, and haul ANDREA down the walkway. I flash the key bracelet that lets me into the room, and as soon as the door is open, I drag ANDREA into my room via his lips.

We bump into objects as we quickly try to undress. Clothing is being thrown here, there, and everywhere as we stumble further and further into my bungalow until I trip and fall backward onto the couch with my dress half hanging off me.

“Are you okay?” ANDREA asks, kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks.

“Yes,” I reply with a giggle.

“Good, now get undressed,” he commands, and I quickly throw off my dress and bra—he still has my panties in his pocket. I’ll worry about that later. I watch as ANDREA throws off his shirt, exposing well-toned six-pack abs, a smattering of hair across his chest, and a delicious dark snail trail that disappears beneath his jeans.

ANDREA unbuttons his jeans and kicks them to the side, and I can see exactly how much he wants this by the evidence of the thickness in his underwear. In one swift motion, his underwear is gone, and he’s standing in front of me naked. Oh wow. This man is hot. He slowly walks toward me with a sly grin—he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind as I’m sure my lust is radiating off me like a heatwave. ANDREA takes the other couch across from me and takes a seat.

“Hop on, EVALINE. It’s all ready for you,” he says, wiggling his brow at me. And he’s not wrong, his glorious dick is standing to attention. It’s not as massive as Adrian’s, but it’s still perfect. Not too big, not too small. It’s girthy but not fat. Honestly, I can’t wait to take a ride, so I walk over and straddle him on the couch, but I don’t sit on his dick immediately.

“You really are exquisite, EVALINE, I hope you know that,” ANDREA tells me as his fingers begin to run down my chest and over my breasts before teasing my nipple. I don’t think any man has complimented me as much as ANDREA has in one night.

Is it too much?

Is he just saying that to get into my pants?

You’re at a sex resort, EVALINE, he can fuck whoever he wants. The man would not be lacking in admirers.

So then maybe he means it. It’s hard for me to believe someone wants me like he does because my ex did a real number on me. Hence, the no sex for two years. He constantly put me down. He cheated with all the women in his office and then blamed it all on me. That I was the problem because I worked too much, and I put my business ahead of him. This caused him to seek out other women because I was too tired to service him. He tried to pressure me into getting a boob job because he liked big tits, then he wanted me to have Botox to get rid of my laugh lines, and wanted me to get lip fillers because my lips were too small as he liked watching fat lips wrapped around his dick.

The asshole told me I wasn’t adventurous enough in bed.

Well, if only he could see me right now, here at a sex resort.

Fuck you, Rafael!

I hate that to this day the legacy of his words still hit me.

Stop it, EVALINE, you are not that person anymore. You are stronger and wiser than that girl all those years ago. Now ride this man’s dick like a pro.

ANDREA’s finger continues down the path over my naked body until he gets between my thighs. He looks up at me with a smirk on his face as he lets his finger enter me, then he doesn’t break eye contact with me as he continues to get me going. He sinks another finger in, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as it feels so good. I begin to ride his fingers feeling myself become wetter and wetter.

ANDREA then leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, and my body lights on fire. Yes. More, I want more of that. He then nips at my sensitive nipple a couple of times, and it shoots sparks directly to my clit. He continues fingering me until he’s satisfied and then quickly replaces his fingers with his dick, and I sink down slowly over it and sheath myself over him. We both groan at the sensations.

“You feel fucking fantastic,” he curses as I begin to rock. ANDREA feels fucking fantastic, too, as I lean back and rest my hands on his knees. His strong hands hold my waist, and from that angle, it hits differently. Yes. Oh my god, yes.

As ANDREA begins to move, thrusting inside me, I try to remember if I’ve ever had so much great sex in my entire life. I think after being at The Eden Club, I’m not going to be able to go back to mediocre. I think I’m going to have to ask Agape to ask Matteo for membership back in London because I do not want to go back out there and get mediocre dick. Nope. I’m done for. The club has ruined me for regular guys, and I’m somehow fine with that.

“You feel so fucking good, EVALINE,” ANDREA growls out as he continues to fuck me like a champion. I close my eyes and enjoy everything that’s happening.

ANDREA’s thrusts become deeper and quicker as I feel he’s starting to chase his own release, but not before his hand moves between us, and his thumb works overtime against my clit. Stars sparkle behind my closed eyelids as I chase the impending orgasm.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I moan as he pushes me over the edge, and ANDREA isn’t far behind me. Then I collapse against him on the couch as we both try to catch our breaths.

“I think we need a shower,” ANDREA mumbles against my skin. I nod lazily, and he chuckles. He carries me toward the shower in a move incredibly similar to the one Adrian performed earlier today and places me in the shower. I’m so exhausted and ready to fall asleep. I don’t lift my head away from his chest. The water feels great against my sated body, and ANDREA takes over the task of cleaning me. Once I’m sufficiently clean, he takes me out of the shower and dries me off. Then he picks me up and tucks me into my bed.

“Rest. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he says, kissing my forehead.

All I can say is a mumbled, “Yes,” as I swiftly fall asleep.