A Chance Touch on the Island

"Put some lotion on my back," I said, untying the top of my bikini, the straps falling to the sides. Alex set his book down, his fingers squeezing out cold cream onto my skin. His palms, rough and warm—so different from Sergei's—slid slowly downward. They accidentally slipped under my sarong, brushing against my ass.

I flinched. So did he.

"Sorry," he muttered, but he didn't pull his hand away.

"Don't apologize," I whispered, a wave of heat rushing through me. "Keep going."

His breath turned hotter. His fingers dipped deeper, grazing the edge of my bikini bottom.

"You're always this bold?" he murmured, leaning close to my ear.

"That, and the rum," I said, biting my lip. "Don't stop."

He froze.

"If we do this, there's no going back."

"I know. I want it. Right now."

We practically ran to the bungalow. The door clicked shut. He pressed me against the wall, the sarong falling to the floor. His mouth crashed into mine, greedy, while his hands yanked my damp bikini bottoms down.

"Fuck, you're already soaked," he whispered, running his fingers along my slick pussy. "All from one little touch?"

"Yeah..." I moaned as two of his fingers shoved into me hard. "Your hands... they always got me worked up. I just never admitted it before."

He spun me around, pushing me face-first into the wall. I braced my palms against the warm wood. Behind me, the sound of his zipper. Alex's hard, hot cock pressed between my ass cheeks.

"You want me to fuck you right like this?" His voice was low, raspy.

"Yes... fuck me, Alex. Hard."

He slammed into me with one brutal thrust. I cried out—he was thicker than my husband, stretching me to a delicious ache. Alex pounded me deep and fast, his balls slapping against my wet pussy. The room filled with the wet, squelching sounds of our bodies and our moans.

"Oh, fuck... so tight..." he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "You're dripping, Kat. Hear how wet you are?"

"I hear it... harder, please..." I arched my back, offering myself to him. "Fuck me like a whore... before Sergei gets back."

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and sat me on the edge of the bed. Alex stood in front of me, his cock slick and glistening with my juices, bobbing right at my face.

"Suck it," he ordered with a wicked grin. "I want to watch you take it."

I wrapped my mouth around him eagerly. The taste was salty-sweet, mixed with my own scent. I sucked him deep, trying to take as much as I could while he gripped my hair and gently fucked my throat.

"That's it... good girl... deeper, come on."

Tears streamed from my eyes, but I didn't stop. Then he pulled me up, tossed me onto my back on the bed, and climbed on top. Now we were face to face. Alex stared into my eyes as his thick cock slid in and out of my pussy.

"I'm gonna cum, Kat..." he breathed. "Where?"

"Inside... fill me with your cum," I said, wrapping my legs around him.

He roared, driving in to the hilt, and began to pulse. Hot ropes of cum blasted deep inside me. I came right after, clenching around him so hard my vision went dark. We trembled together, soaked, sweaty, gasping for air.

When our breathing finally steadied, Alex lay down beside me and laughed quietly.

"Well, shit. We're in deep now. Sergei's gonna kill us."

I traced a finger down his chest and smiled slyly.

"Or... we could make him join in. You're his best friend. Maybe he wouldn't mind sharing?"

Alex raised an eyebrow, that mischievous glint lighting up his eyes again.

"You serious?"

"Absolutely. And in the meantime..." I slid down and wrapped my lips around his cock, already starting to harden again. "Let's go again. We still have two hours before he's back."

He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair.

"Kat... you're gonna be the death of me. But fuck, it feels so good."

Outside, the sea roared and the palms swayed in the wind, while we gave in again and again to that sudden, burning desire that had started with the simplest touch of lotion on a back.