Chapter 23: Chapter 23

EVAN

I closed my laptop with a heavy sigh and rubbed my temples while I stared out the window. Our yacht Airbnb was docked at the end of the pier, affording us an unobstructed view of the water.

The gulf was choppy that afternoon, the waves slapping the side of the boat as they rolled in to the shore, causing it to rock back and forth a little more than I was comfortable with.

The yacht Airbnb definitely wasn’t my idea. I preferred to stay on land. You’d never get me on a cruise ship.

I wasn’t afraid of the water. I just didn’t think I could handle being stranded out in the ocean, my safety in the hands of someone else.

The same applied to flying. The minute I stepped on a plane, I was at the mercy of the pilots, with no control over anything until that plane was back on the ground.

I needed something solid under my feet. And our current accommodation wasn’t meeting that requirement.

I pushed up from the desk and headed to the bedroom. Vada wasn’t there, but there were two skimpy bikinis on the bed and clothing strung across the floor.

My dick hardened at the sight of her panties and bra. I knelt down and scooped up the thong, bringing it to my nose.

Her pussy always smelled so damn good. I was never big on giving chicks oral, but I could snack on Vada’s juicy peach all day long.

Jake and Garrett went to a model train museum. I had no interest in that. Nor did our female companion.

When they’d invited her, she’d advised that she would rather spend the afternoon in a library than accompany them to “a boring train thing,” with much sarcastic emphasis on “library.”

Apparently the only things Vada read were magazines about fashion, cars, or celebrities.

~Why did we choose her?~

She couldn’t carry on an intelligent conversation. She was brash and immature. And she was a slob. The girl didn’t pick up after herself at all.

She didn’t know how to cook. Cleaning was a foreign concept to her.

I glanced down at the scrap of lace hanging from my fingers, my dick answering the question with a powerful throb against my zipper.

Vada was definitely exceeding our expectations in the bedroom. We were easing her into the group sex slowly, but I had no concerns when it came to the sexual part of the relationship.

She was energetic and adventurous and clearly open to just about anything.

~And so damn sexy.~

But there was more to it than just the sex. Vada was fun. She’d played '80s video games and board games with us the night before, and it was a very enjoyable evening.

Despite her flaws, she brought something to our group. I felt younger when I was with her. She was quirky, and she had some strange interests, like the snake thing.

But every day that went by I was feeling more confident in our choice. She’d settle down after she had the first baby. Maybe I could convince her to take some college classes online.

The discarded bikinis and clothes were fairly obvious clues as to Vada’s whereabouts. I headed up to the top deck, where I knew I’d find her sunbathing.

The scent of her lavender perfume wafted down the stairs, waking up the green anaconda. I couldn’t get enough of Vada’s pussy.

She’d slept with Garrett in the guest cabin the night before. I was bummed when she announced she wanted to sleep in the waterbed.

There was no way I could sleep in that thing. I needed a solid mattress under me.

Jake had said he had a sore back, so he slept in one of the other cabins. I’d spent the night alone in the massive round bed, listening to her moans until the wee hours of the morning.

Garrett looked rough at breakfast, but he’d had a satisfied grin plastered across his face.

When I reached the top step, I spotted Vada stretched out on a lounge chair on her stomach. I blinked when I realized she was naked, her black bikini lying on the empty chair next to her.

“Oh, hey,” she drawled, rolling over on her back when she heard my footsteps.

“What are you doing, Vada?” I asked in a hoarse voice, my eyes roaming over her plump breasts and down to her bare mound.

“Sunbathing,” she laughed. “What does it look like I’m doing, Evan?”

“What if somebody sees you?”

“Who?”

“There’s fishing boats out in the gulf.”

“They can’t see me. They’re miles away.”

“What if they have binoculars?”

“Then I guess they’ll get a pleasant surprise.”

“I think you should put on your bathing suit.”

“That’s no fun,” she said, sticking out her lower lip while she eyed the massive bulge in the front of my pants. “You don’t really want me to put on my bikini, do you, Evan?”

“Yes. I would feel much better if you weren’t naked where other people might see you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because I don’t want other men, ~or women,~ seeing your body.”

“Why? Haven’t you ever been to Haulover Beach?”

“No!” I bellowed.

“I have,” she shared with a devilish smirk.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I muttered.

“We should go there when we get back to Miami!” she squealed. “It would be so much fun. You have no idea how freeing it is to go to a nude beach.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Evan, dude, you gotta lighten up. Let loose and have some fun once in a while. Take a risk. Do something crazy.”

“I’m forty-two years old, Vada.”

“So?”

“So, I’m an adult.”

She cupped her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples while smiling innocently.

“What are you doing?” I barked, glancing nervously over the railing.

“Playing with my boobs,” she said.

“Why?”

“It’s fun.”

“It’s fun to play with your own tits?”

“It’s funner when someone else plays with them.”

“Funner is not a word, Vada.”

“I get ~so~ horny when you lecture me, Mr. Morgan,” she said in a husky whisper. “It makes my pussy ~so~ wet.”

“Perhaps we should take this inside,” I suggested.

“I think it would be way ~funner~ to continue it right here.” She leaned against the back of the chair and bent her knees, spreading her legs wide open.

“Vada,” I warned.

“C’mon, Evan,” she teased. “Let’s do something crazy.”

“Aren’t we already doing that?” I choked out while my dick swelled against the constraints of my boxers and slacks.

“You’re not doing anything,” she said. “Stop being a wet blanket.”

I leaned against the railing, hoping to block her naked body from any boats passing by. She kept one hand on her left tit while the other slid over her belly and between her legs.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pussy, so pink and beautiful, her delicious nectar seeping out of her entrance while she rubbed her finger through her moist folds.

“I’m so wet, Evan,” she teased.

“I can see that, sweetheart.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s no fun,” she whined, pressing her thumb against her clit. “What kind of man makes his woman get herself off while he watches?”

“I didn’t realize you ~were~ my woman yet, Vada.”

“You’re fucking me,” she said as two of her fingers disappeared inside her. “My pussy belongs to you for the next month.”

“I’m hoping to take permanent ownership,” I reminded her.

“Why don’t you unleash the beast?” she suggested. “Bring that anaconda over here for a smash-and-grab.”

“A what?” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Smash my pussy and grab my tits.”

“You’re crazy, Vada.”

“I’m ~fun~,” she grunted, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself at a rapid pace while she stroked her clit with her thumb.

I considered grabbing her and carrying her inside, but then I’d probably end up jerking off in the shower.

She’d be pissed, and there’d be no sex for me. And I definitely didn’t want to spend another night without her in my arms.

~You’re catching the feelings already. Better go claim that pussy, before it gets away.~

She watched as I unbuckled my belt, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips when I pushed down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang out, fully erect and ready to party.

I stepped out of my slacks, kicking them off with my underwear. She eyed my cock hungrily while I stalked toward her, her fingers still deep inside her pussy.

I scooped her up and laid her out on the large patio table, dragging her ass across the slippery black marble top, right to the very edge.

“Still think I’m no fun?” I growled as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

“I think this is a big step for you,” she said.

I ran my fingers between her lips, collecting her juices on my fingers before I pushed two digits inside her. “How do you want me to make you cum, beautiful? With my fingers, mouth, or my cock?”

“Cock,” she moaned, thrusting against my fingers. “Definitely your cock.”

“How about two out of three?” I suggested, pushing in up to my knuckle and curling my fingers, pressing firmly against her G-spot while I stroked her clit with my thumb.

She cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the table while I worked toward my goal, bringing her to the edge, but keeping her orgasm at bay while she thrashed around like a madwoman.

“Evan!” she screamed when I paused for the third time in a row. “Let me cum!”

“The longer I hold you off, the better it will be,” I promised. “Stop screaming, or somebody is gonna call the cops.”

“Then let me come, you sadistic bastard!”

I chuckled as I drove my fingers back inside her while I pressed firmly on her clit.

Her hips bucked against my chest, her body vibrating violently while her pussy imprisoned my fingers in a death grip.

She gushed like a fire hydrant, soaking my shirt. But I didn’t care. Garrett wasn’t the only one who could make her squirt.

I managed to yank it over my head with one hand while keeping a firm grip on her with the other.

I lined up my eager cock and plunged into the entire depth of her hot, slippery pussy while the breeze carried her lustful moans across the busy marina.

She grabbed onto my ass, her fingers digging into my flesh while I pounded her with hard thrusts, adjusting my angle so I was deep inside, stretching the furthest depths of her tight channel.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, crashing hard with each stroke, my balls slapping against her ass while she hit back with her own forceful thrusts.

“You enjoy getting your tight little cunt pounded into oblivion.”

“Yeah,” she panted. “And I like the dirty talk.”

“You’re a dirty girl, Vada,” I heaved. “A sassy, disobedient little vixen who likes to tease her boyfriends with her sexy body.”

“Keep talking, old man,” she gasped.

“You think an old man could fuck you like this,” I growled, her ass lifting right off the table when I hammered her with a series of rapid thrusts.

“Ahh! Oh fuck! Oh yeah!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” I panted, pausing to catch my breath. “You’re gonna be feeling this fucking for a week. You won’t be able to sit down, or take a piss, without feeling my cock.”

“Break’s over, Grandpa.”

“Enough with the old man jokes,” I ordered before I started moving again. “From now on, every time you make a comment about my age, I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

“That doesn’t sound like a punishment.”

She cupped her bouncing tits, holding them still while I drilled her hard and fast.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned. “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, reaching between her legs to work her clit.

“That’s hot, baby.”

“I knew you liked watching me touch myself,” she puffed between gulps of air before her eyelids fluttered closed, her pussy enveloping me when she came with a long-drawn-out moan of satisfaction.

I released a second later, my balls emptying while I braced my hands on the table and fought to catch my breath.

“Can you get your dick out of me before you have a heart attack?” Vada muttered.

“Why do you have to be so rude?” I asked, pulling out of her pussy with a loud pop.

“Ugh. How much spunk did you dump inside me?” she whined. “Your shirt is soaked.”

“That’s not all semen, sweetheart,” I chuckled, wiping up some of the mess between her legs.

“That’s not from me.”

“Oh yes it is, my dear girl. You’re a squirter.”

“Uh, no. I didn’t pee on you.”

“It came out of your urethra, but it’s not urine. It’s the same stuff that comes out of your vagina.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re a squirter. You should be proud. Not many girls can do that.”

“And that doesn’t gross you out, Mr. Period Phobia?”

“Never mind,” I grumbled, turning away to retrieve my pants.

“Why are you afraid of periods?”

“Why are you so obsessed with that?” I asked with a heavy sigh.

“I wanna know.”

“Why?”

“Well, I have periods. And I don’t want to scare you when it’s my time of the month.”

“Jake said you don’t have periods.”

“I do occasionally.” She came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my stomach. “And if I was to stop taking my birth control pills, I’d have one every month.”

I turned around slowly, half-expecting to see a smirk on her face. But she wasn’t fooling around.

Was she actually considering our proposal?

“What are you saying, Vada?”

“I don’t know, Evan. I need more time to think about this.”

“Take all the time you need,” I murmured, stroking her cheek before I leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.

“Evan?” she whispered against my mouth.

“Yes?”

“Why are you afraid of periods?”

“You’re just not gonna let that go, are you?”

“No,” she giggled. “Just tell me.”

I grabbed her towel from the chair, wrapping it around her and securing it under her breasts.

“There’s nothing earth-shattering to tell,” I said when she stared at me expectantly. “I have four older sisters. Somebody in my house always had their period.

“My parents are gynecologists. And that’s all they ever talked about at home. They were completely dedicated to their careers. Still are.”

“Your parents talked about menstruation at the dinner table?”

“I hate that word.”

“Sorry,” she laughed. “Your parents talked about Aunt Flo at the dinner table?”

“I don’t like that either,” I admitted, sitting down on the lounge chair. “It conjures up disturbing images.”

She joined me, straddling my lap. I rested my hands on her hips, thoroughly enjoying the intimate alone time, even if we ~were~ discussing a subject that I hated.

I was a grown man who was afraid of a natural body function. It was pathetic and juvenile, but I couldn’t help it.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Your parents talked about surfing the crimson wave at the dinner table?”

I shook my head, chuckling softly at the beautiful woman on my lap. Vada was one of a kind.

She was very skilled at pushing my buttons, but I found myself enjoying her more with each passing day. Her annoying quirks lost significance as she endeared herself to us.

“Your parents talked about moontime at the dinner table?”

“Stop it,” I laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She grinned. “Your parents talked about monthly oil changes at the dinner table?”

“Vada,” I warned.

“Evan,” she said, mocking me with a deep voice.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked.

“No,” she said stiffly. “Don’t change the subject.”

“You are!” I dug my fingers into her armpits, her girlish squeals telling me I’d already found her ticklish spot.

“No!” she cried, trying to climb off of me, but I was too quick.

I flipped us, pinning her underneath me while I unleashed the tickle monster.

“Please!” she begged.

“Will you stop spouting euphemisms for ~that~?”

“Fine.”

I lowered my mouth to her lips, our kiss slow and tender. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For pushing me to step outside of my comfort zone.”

She gazed up at me, locking her arms around my neck. “You’re an okay guy, Evan Morgan.”

“I’m just ~okay~?”

“You’re making progress,” she teased. “I like you a lot more than I did a week ago.”

“I feel the same way about you, Miss Collins.”