Two

EVALINE

Now I thought Lavender’s man was hot, but this guy is, oh wow. I’m a little transfixed by the Adonis that’s standing before me with a bright white smile and smoldering eyes. For some reason, I seem to have lost the use of my tongue.

“Would you like a drink, Miss Alessandro?” he asks in a thick, thundering South African accent that makes my knees weak.

“Yes, thanks,” I answer, my voice wobbling with nervousness.

He gives me a grin as he pops the champagne. The sound makes me jump, and I giggle, trying to cover my awkwardness.

Who the hell am I? This is embarrassing. Get it together, EVALINE.

He’s just a man.

A handsome man but still just a man. One that could probably give me toe-curling orgasms for hours. You need to stop it. Be cool.

Adrian grabs a chilled champagne glass from the minibar and pours me a glass before handing it to me. Our fingers touch and an electric shock courses through my veins and travels directly to my core.

What is happening? It’s like I’ve had a sudden supply of intravenous hormones.

I lick my lips as my nerves continue to take over, and I watch as Adrian’s sea-green eyes dip to where my tongue touches my lip, and I see a flare of attraction there.

Don’t be silly. He’s doing his job. There’s no way he’s interested in you at all. Plus, he’s paid to play, so you need to remember that.

I try to shake my wayward thoughts from my mind, but it causes a frown to form on my face, which Adrian immediately picks up on as he takes a step back, and my stomach sinks.

Dammit! He’s not interested. I knew it. I’ve gotten my hopes up for no reason. Gosh, I’m so stupid. I take a large gulp of champagne, hoping it will cool the flames of embarrassment that seem to be licking my cheeks as I continue to stare in silence at this magnificent specimen before me. He must think I’m the biggest idiot.

“Would you like a strawberry?” he asks, picking up the bowl from the coffee table and holding it out in his large hands.

“Sure,” I reply as I reach my hand out to the bowl.

He playfully slaps my hand away and shakes his head.

“Let me.” As he picks up one of the largest strawberries I’ve ever seen, he holds it up to my lips. I take a small bite in panic and feel the juices run down my chin. Can you not be graceful at all? Before I have a chance, Adrian’s hand reaches out and his finger runs along my chin, collecting the drips of juice before licking it off his finger.

Wow. Okay, that was hot.

So very hot.

I think a faint moan falls from my lips which makes him grin.

“Take another bite,” he says, holding the strawberry to my lips once again, but this time I take a larger bite, and I feel the juices run down my chin again. Adrian’s finger is quickly there, wiping away the mess before he sucks his finger clean. My body feels like it’s on fire.

“Would you like one?” I ask him. The words have tumbled out of my mouth before I even have a chance to push them back in.

You don’t have to do anything more than feed him a strawberry, EVALINE. That’s all you have to do. I can do that. It’s just eating.

“Yes, please.” He grins.

I grab one of the strawberries from the bowl he’s placed back down on the table and bring it to his lips. Adrian takes a large bite of the strawberry, and in the process, he sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my fingers before he swallows the strawberry.

My body is literally ready to combust. I don’t think I’m going to look at strawberries the same way ever again.

“Would you like another?” I ask. He smirks and nods. So, I do the same again, take the strawberry and bring it to his lips. He sucks the strawberry into his mouth, and his tongue teases my skin, but this time he grabs my wrist and holds it there. Once he’s swallowed the strawberry, his mouth takes my fingers again, but this time without the fruit between us, while he swirls his tongue seductively around my fingers.

“I think I got it all,” he says, giving me a wink.

I’m done for.

I want this man’s tongue on other parts of my body and now.

He lets go of my wrist and grabs another strawberry. “Head back and open wide,” he commands in his deep voice, and instantly I do as I am told.

My head falls back, and my mouth opens for him. Adrian crushes the strawberry with his fingers and lets the juices flow all over my chin and neck. The next thing I feel is his tongue running along my neck, licking up all the juices. He squeezes again, and more liquid flows out, so he licks the other side of my neck while a moan falls from my lips.

Shit. I didn’t mean that to come out, and so I stiffen under his touch.

“Hey,” he says, placing a finger under my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Do not feel ashamed of enjoying my tongue against your skin. I like hearing your appreciation … it gets me hard. Would you like to have a feel?” he asks.

Oh, that is not at all what I thought he was going to say. And yes, I do want to know how hard he feels.

Do it, EVALINE. Reach out and see what he’s packing. He’s asking you to do it.

So, I do. My hand reaches out and rubs along his tight shorts. Okay, so he’s packing a third leg in there because as my hand traces the thickness, it continues down his thigh. What the hell am I meant to do with that?

“It will fit, I can assure you …” Adrian whispers into my ear as if he can read my thoughts, “… and if not, my tongue is longer than most,” he explains, then proceeds to stick his tongue out for me to inspect, and he’s not wrong. His tongue is long and thick just like what he’s packing.

I wonder if it feels different?

Is it better?

He’s an expert, EVALINE. Of course, it’s going to be better, normal tongue or not.

“We don’t have to do anything, or we can do everything. I am at your service, Miss Alessandro,” Adrian explains as his eyes hungrily look over my body. My heart is thundering in my chest at the thought of, can I really do this? Can I have sex with this stranger? A very handsome one but a stranger nonetheless.

Agape did say to pretend to be someone else while I was here. Maybe I should take her advice.

“Is this your first time at the club?” Adrian asks, sensing my hesitancy.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Then come with me,” he says, grabbing my hand and walking me out to the deck and toward the plunge pool. He takes a seat on the edge of the pool, and I do the same beside him. We stare out at the turquoise ocean and sit in silence for a couple of moments, breathing in the salt air and listening to the seagulls squawking overhead.

“Each bungalow is designed in such a way that no one can see in, so they are completely private,” Adrian explains as I look around to see if I can spot Liv on her deck, but I can’t actually see anything. Interesting. “This entire resort is built as a seven-star hotel. It could stand against the best hotels in the world and still come out on top. The added bonus of this resort is they can fulfill the guest’s other needs in a safe environment,” he states. “When the resort opens fully, guests can do as little or as much as they want while here.”

“Would people really come here and not use the facilities, though?” I ask him, intrigued by the entire concept.

“Maybe. I think most guests who are Eden Club members are looking for something more. But just like normal clubs, not everyone is here to be with other people. There are a lot of couples who wish to be in a safe place and to have fun with their partner. Not everyone will want to use the hosts who are available to them,” Adrian explains.

I hadn’t thought about it quite like that, that couples would use it as a weekend of fun and then move on with their lives. I assumed it was all debauchery, fun times, and sex, and I’m guessing most of the time it will be, but there might be some who just enjoy being together.

“Would you like to join me for a swim?” he asks.

“I don’t have my bathing suit,” I tell him.

“You can keep your underwear on … or not,” he says, giving me a smirk.

Oh, I see what he means now. I watch as Adrian jumps back up and slowly takes off his polo shirt, exposing his tanned six-pack abs. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man so cut before. All I can think about is running my hands over his muscles and wondering what they feel like under my fingers.

Those sea-green eyes stay on me as his thumbs loop into the waist of his shorts, and he raises a brow, asking permission to take off his shorts. I nod because I do want to see more. With one quick move, his shorts are off, and he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of tight, white boxer shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, especially as I can see the tip of his dick pushing through the top of the band of his underwear. I subconsciously lick my lips hungrily as I stare at the man in front of me. My eyes explore every dip and plane of his incredible body.

“Miss Alessandro …” Adrian’s deep voice pulls me from my lust-filled thoughts. “Would you like these to go too?” he asks as he holds the edges of his boxers.

This is it, EVALINE, the moment of no return.

You either say yes or no.

“Yes,” the word is out before I have a chance to second-guess myself.

Adrian looks down and smiles. “Good girl.” He growls as he flicks his underwear to the side and stands before me proudly with an enormous erect dick out in front of him.

Oh wow. That’s um … huge.

The next thing I know, Adrian is jumping into the plunge pool and is splashing me, which makes me giggle. He emerges from the water like some water god with droplets running down every surface of his body, and I want to lick every single drop from his skin. Where the hell did that come from?

Adrian swims over to where I’m sitting on the side of the pool and stops between my legs. “Will you trust me, Miss Alessandro?” he asks.

Will I?

“Yes,” I answer as my heart thunders wildly in my chest.

Adrian’s hands begin to run up the inside of my legs that are dangling in the pool, sending goosebumps across my skin. His fingers continue further and further up my calves and over my knees until he gets to my thighs.

“You’re going to have to open a little for me,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I do as I’m told and open my legs which makes him smile. His hands slide up further until he gets to the top of my panties. He raises a brow, and I nod, letting him know I’m okay to continue further. “As a reminder at The Eden Club you don’t have to use protection everyone is tested vigorously before and after their stay at the island. You have a choice of going with the flow or stopping and adding extra protection. You can pull up everyone’s results on your tablet before any encounter.” He explains. I nod my head as I do remember reading that. “There is protection built into everything.” As he flips up a secret hole beside the pool where there are condoms. Oh wow. “You ready then?” I nod my answer.

With that agreement and with one swift move, he’s ripped my underwear clear off my body which makes me squeal out in surprise. That was fricken hot, like something out of the movies. Then he throws the tattered bit of fabric to the side before rolling the hem of my dress up my thighs and exposing me to him.

“Lie back and enjoy,” he says, his deep gravelly voice vibrating through me, making me throb with need. I don’t think I have ever felt so needy before. Never felt like I might explode if this man doesn’t touch me.

So I lay back and throw my arm across my face and try to quell the embarrassment that’s seeping through my bones.

Then I feel the first swipe of his tongue against me, and I swear I almost liquify. His tongue is magical—this feeling is what people rave about. I have dated some real losers over the years. How have I been missing out on something like this?

Adrian swipes his tongue again across my throbbing clit, and I feel like I’ll prematurely come, and that feels like a travesty so soon into this. I need to try to think of something else because I do not want this feeling to stop. Ever.

I let my arm fall so I can stare up into the sunset-streaked sky. While I concentrate on the orange streaks dancing across the blue sky, I try to count the first stars filtering through the clouds, ready to begin their flight across the night sky.

Oh my god, his tongue slips inside of me, and I swear his tongue feels bigger than some men’s dicks I’ve been with.

Concentrate on the sunset, EVALINE.

The fricken sunset.

I can’t. I’m no match against Adrian’s magical tongue, and before I know it, my hands are sliding between my thighs, and my fingers are gripping his hair as I hold him in place while he devours me from the inside out. My legs begin to shake, my body starts to coil, and I can feel myself begin to head toward the edge. His tongue continues to work me over with the tiniest of sucks against my clit, and it’s game over. He continues eating me even when a guttural moan falls from my lips, and I’m literally choking him with my thighs as I continue to ride his face.

Just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, he inserts two fingers into me and curls them at just the right angle—what in the living hell is happening—as he pulls another orgasm from my soul.

What! How?

I don’t understand this magic.

I’ll take it, I’ll take it all. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I collapse onto the deck a complete mess, but Adrian doesn’t give me a moment to collect myself before he’s stepping up onto the step in the pool, opening the secret box beside me, and grabbing some protection. I didn’t ask him to but maybe for this time it would be a good idea. Then he’s opening my legs again and lining himself up. Thank goodness I’m loose from all those orgasms because the man is so large, there’s the slightest of burns as he enters me, but it feels good, oh so good, that I don’t care. I wrap my legs around his thick waist and basically hang on for dear life. He can do whatever the hell he wants because I am his compliant slave.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls into my ear, and I melt all over again. “Your cunt is strangling me.” Oh my god, he dirty talks too. “I fucking love it,” he states, nipping my neck.

My hands run down his muscular body, and he is nothing but steel wrapped in skin. That is impressive.

“Take me like a fucking good girl,” Adrian groans out as his thrusts become deeper.

Oh, I’ve never felt that spot before. Oh wow. Yes. Yes, keep going, Adrian.

My legs tighten around him as my nails dig into his hard biceps.

“That’s it, princess.” His thrusts become manic, and I hold on for dear life, then his hand disappears between my legs and his thumb slides over my clit, and that’s it. Game over, lights out, my entire body explodes. And for the first time in my life, I’m that woman in the porno that is screaming and writhing around underneath a man. I always thought they sounded fake but here I am doing the exact same thing, and I can tell you there is nothing fake about what Adrian is doing to my body. Far from it.

Moments later, Adrian is joining me as he grunts and groans his own release. Wow. I lay back in a sweaty mess while Adrian falls to his elbows and his face rests against my neck.

“That was hot,” Adrian mumbles against my throat.

“That was amazing.” I’m panting, still trying to catch my breath as I close my eyes feeling awfully tired suddenly. And before I know it, Adrian is scooping me up off the deck and carrying me through the bungalow. I cling to him before he deposits me at the entrance of my shower. He opens the door and adjusts the water temperature before whipping my dress up over my head.

Now, I’m naked.

In front of this Adonis.

Why do I feel self-conscious suddenly?

He then picks me up and deposits me in the shower, taking the full brunt of the shower first before letting me go. Adrian lets me step underneath the rain shower to get fully wet before reaching for the soap and lathering me up with his hands. They run along my body, over my hips, across my stomach, then he slides slowly across each of my breasts before his fingers give my nipples the slightest of tweaks which shoots electric white heat to my center. Easy girl, you’ve just been battered. You can’t possibly want more. His hands then slide over my shoulders, where he begins giving me a massage. It feels amazing as he continues releasing all the knots I have tangled up under my skin until my eyes shut, and I fall back against his hard chest. A soft chuckle falls from his lips at this point.

“Looks like I’ve worn you out,” Adrian states as he washes the soap off my skin. I let out a satisfied hum, unable to move an inch from his strong embrace, which, in turn, makes him chuckle. He turns the faucet off and picks me up, walks me out of the shower, then dries me off.

He’s wrapped a towel around his waist before picking me up, and now he is carrying me back out of the bathroom toward my bed, where he unwraps the wet towel and places me ever so gently against the plush sheets of the luxurious bed. Then he covers me with the feather-soft duvet and kisses my forehead and whispers, “I can’t wait to be of service again.”

Then he disappears, and I fall into a deep sleep.