Sugar & Spice (Spicetopia Book 1) Page 16

  “What the fuck, Cy?! That was brand new!” He’d bought me the dress at the market the same day he bought the scarves.

  “I’ll buy you another one. Right now I need to see those breasts and that pussy!” His eyes were veritably glowing with his sick and twisted thoughts. “You better be quiet now,” he warned.

  “Or what?” I loved challenging him. I was learning I wasn’t a submissive as much as a brat. Overpowering me had become one of his favorite pastimes in the last few days.

  He didn’t answer with words but straddled my chest, his strong, muscular ass pressing down against my breasts as he fisted his swelling erection and pressed it to my lips. “Take my cock,” he instructed, and when I hesitated, he grabbed my head with one hand, tilted it back to expose my throat and then plunged deep into my mouth, taking my breath away.

  “That’s better,” he said as I began to suck him. He knew how much I loved sucking his cock—or trying to. It was a challenge to get more than a few inches because it was so damn thick.

  After he’d quieted down, he inched his way down my body, feasting and nibbling on every point of interest along the way: my collarbones, my nipples, my navel and my hipbones. He was building up a huge wall of need, and I knew he was going to build it sky-high before he allowed me to come. If he allowed me...

  Sure enough, the teasing licks to my labia and clit ensued, him moaning and humming his pleasure as he went, only stirring up a greater need for release. He was going to take his time, make me wait for it. I didn’t know how he did it, but he could bring me right to the edge and then abandon his mission, leaving me hanging by a thread. Then as soon as my body would give up writhing and bucking, he’d start the whole process over again. I was pretty sure he qualified as a masochist.

  “Cy...” I wanted so badly to fist his hair and pull his head back to my center to take what I needed to soar off the ledge he kept putting me on. But I was bound, unable to move. It only intensified my need. The desire ran so deep within me, I felt it stretching through my whole body, every nerve shredded to its last fiber. “I need you, please...”

  “Please what?” he moaned as he pulled away from that tender, swollen button once more.

  “Please let me come.” I looked down until our eyes met, hoping he could see the desperation in them. “I need your cock.”

  I didn’t want to come on his tongue, though it would have felt nice. No, I needed that deep, all-consuming satiation that could only be delivered with that massive cock of his.

  “When do you want it?” He gave me a playful smirk before delivering a lick right up my slit to my clit, where he finished with a swirl around it and then a tiny nibble, electrifying those shredded nerves all over again. Lighting them up like a Christmas tree.

  “Now, baby, please?” Those were the only words I could muster.

  He slid up my body as if he were the victor in an epic battle. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh as I shifted my hips to try to reposition it near my pussy. I could tell from the lazy, slow way he began to kiss my neck that he was going to make me work for it.

  “Come on, please?” I was starting to get impatient. Okay, fine, I was beyond impatient.

  “I love how badly you need me, Jolie,” he whispered against my ear, sending a new batch of shivers up and down my spine. “You may be able to tell that I need you pretty badly as well...”

  He said the last part in his Marcus Young British accent, and it almost made me detonate right then and there. Holy shit, the power of an accent! When my body throbbed beneath him, I felt a sticky wet spot on my thigh. Precum, I guessed. He wasn’t making it up... He was exercising as much restraint as he possibly could.

  “But why? Why deny yourself?” I questioned. “Take me, and we can both have our fill.”

  “What a logical conclusion,” he agreed with a chuckle. He reached down to grab his manhood, positioning it between my lips. “So, you definitely think I should head in this direction?”

  My jaw clenched as the tip of his cock brushed against my sensitive clit. I couldn’t manage much more than a grunt.

  “Is this what you want, Jolie?” he asked again, sliding maybe a half-inch further into me.

  He untied me, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his waist, fingers digging into his firm, round ass cheeks. “Yes, please.”

  “More, even?”

  “Yes, more.” I pushed my hips up, trying to take more of him, but the fit was too tight. He always had to work his way in slowly, gradually, as much as I wanted to be filled by him in one fell swoop.

  He seemed to lose his restraint when he began to slide the next inch into me. He pulled up onto his wrists, hovering over me, his jaw clenched in concentration. “Fuck!” he blurted out as he grabbed my hips and thrusted hard, causing me to cry out.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry—”

  “No, just fuck me.” It was overwhelming, not painful so much as it took my breath away. I didn’t care now, I needed him. Any way I could get him.

  “I think I’ve held back too long,” he admitted. “I don’t know how much more I have in me...”

  “What else do I have to say? Just fuck me, dammit!” I growled.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid both hands underneath me, drawing my hips toward him as he began to pound into me with all the strength and speed he had. I held on for dear life, clutching him with my fingernails dug in for stability. My hips began to move at the same speed, meeting him at the top of every thrust, taking him as deep as I could.

  Whatever had started between us back at Sweetopia had been realized in this brief excursion to paradise. I never thought I could surrender my heart to another man after everything that had happened with Reed and River’s fathers. But Cy was...extraordinary. There was no other word for him.

  Except maybe sweet.

  And it was that sweet cascade into ecstasy that enveloped our intertwined bodies as we both found our release. Sweat beading, hips pumping, lips biting, muscles spasming as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over us. This was paradise as much as Greece was. It was everything I always wanted but never thought I deserved.

  The moonlight painted the water with light silver strokes as the waves rolled toward shore. The view from the hot tub was perfect, and the company was even more perfect, if that was even possible.

  “Do you know how I said back at the press conference that I was falling in love with you?” I asked Jolie as I stroked my fingers down the side of her damp cheek.

  I watched the corners of her lips rise as she processed my question. “How could I forget?”

  “Well, I think my feelings have changed,” I told her, then watched those lips fall as fast as they’d risen.

  “What do you mean?” I detected a hint of panic in her voice.

  I squeezed her hand in mine and wrapped my other arm around her, bringing her into my embrace. “I mean it’s no longer a ‘falling’ sort of proposition.”

  “It’s not?” she whispered, her voice taking on a silvery edge like it was reflecting the moonlit waves.

  “No, I’m pretty sure it’s just...”

  No, I wasn’t going to beat around the bush here. I really wanted her to know how I felt. I turned toward her, taking her face into both of my hands as her eyes lifted toward me. I could see the moon reflected in them, and I’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight in my life.

  “What, Cy?”

  “I’ve never said this to a woman before,” I admitted—and it was true. I’d never been able to see past my own selfish needs to truly put someone else above myself. But there was something about Jolie that made me want to be a better man, to be the man she deserved.

  She smiled at me as if she knew what was coming, but she didn’t say a word.

  “I love you, Jolie,” I breathed out before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I never thought it was possible to feel this way about someone...but here I am.”

  “I know I’m still working on trusting you. This
is all new to me, and it’s been so long since I’ve let myself feel much of anything except for my mom and sons. But I feel it for you, Cy... It’s why I couldn’t be as mad at you about the whole undercover boss thing as I should have been. I just felt such a strong connection to you that I had to believe there was something there for you too—that it wasn’t all an act—”

  “None of what we did was an act,” I assured her.

  She laughed. “Yeah, now that I’ve gotten to know you better, I realize you’re not really much of an actor...”

  “Oh, is that so?”

  “Yeah, Marcus Young was pretty much Cy Sweet with a beard, accent and glasses. I just wish everything hadn’t gone south. I wish we’d been able to work things out with your family. I actually think I’m going to miss that place—”

  “Eh, we’ll figure something out,” I promised.

  “Don’t you miss your family?”

  I shook my head. “No, not really. They’re all selfish assholes...just like I was on my way to becoming—permanently.”

  “Maybe they will redeem themselves someday?” Her tone had a hopeful edge to it.

  “Maybe,” I agreed. “But for now I feel like I’m starting a new, better family...”

  “Wow.” She didn’t seem able to say much more than that. And I couldn’t tell if it was a good “wow” or a bad “wow.”

  “As much as I love it here, I’m anxious to get back to Florida and get to know your boys and your mom. And work on talking you all into moving in with me—”

  “At your condo?” Her eyes narrowed. “It was a little cramped...”

  “No, silly woman. Into the house I plan to buy with some of the money in my trust fund. I have a couple of properties in mind...been looking online a bit since we arrived,” I shared and watched her eyes light up as bright as the moon.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Super serious.” I chuckled at her surprised reaction as I brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes. “When I put my mind to something, I dive right in. Like I said, I love you. I want to dive in.”

  “I see.” The words floated off her lips and hung there like little bubbles that might burst at any moment.

  “Is that too much? Are you not ready to dive in?” I fought off the crack of worry in my voice but lost that battle.

  She smiled as she took my hands into her own. “Nope, I’m ready.” She breathed out. “Because I love you too. It’s all new—and I’m not going to lie, scary as fuck—but I am ready to dive in too.”

  “We have a lot of good times ahead of us, Jolie.” I settled back into the hot tub, stretching my arm over the side. “So many fun things to explore...”

  She giggled softly but then stopped when another couple approached the hot tub. I’d almost forgotten there were other people staying in this building, it had been so quiet all week. The woman was a tall, statuesque blonde and the man looked Asian, with long, lean limbs and a head full of thick black hair.

  “Mind if we join you?” he asked.

  “Of course,” Jolie agreed, and the couple slipped into the hot water on the other side of the tub.

  We began to make small talk, as you do. We found out the woman’s name was Katja and the man’s name was Moon-soo. She was from Finland, and he was of Korean descent, though he’d lived in the U.S. for most of his life.

  “So what brings you to Greece?” I asked them as I noticed them curling up affectionately in the tub together, her head resting on his shoulder, their skin colors contrasting beautifully in the pale moonlight.

  “Vacation,” she answered. “We both work for the same tech company.”

  “Right,” he agreed, “but it’s just been crazy there. They’ve had mergers, and we’ve both gotten promoted. It’s really stressful, and some days we want to chuck it all and become entrepreneurs or something. You know, work for ourselves.”

  As much of an optimist as I was, I couldn’t help but deliver a dose of pragmatism. “Entrepreneurship is hard too, though. It has its own challenges.”

  “What do you do?” Moon questioned. “It sounds like you are speaking from experience. You have your own business?”

  I laughed, not really sure how to answer. “My family had a business.”

  “Had?” Katja interjected.

  Jolie took my hand and squeezed it as if to tell me I didn’t need to go into all the sordid details. “It’s a long story,” I explained, and Jolie gave me a reassuring smile.

  “We’ve thought about just dropping everything, moving to some exotic island in the Pacific or Caribbean and starting an adults-only resort,” Katja said. “Clothing optional, you know?”

  Jolie’s ears perked up as fast as mine did. “That sounds fun,” she agreed.

  “So what was your family business?” Moon asked. “Maybe you could give us some advice?”

  I laughed. “Oh, well, my family ran a theme park...you know, for kids. So I’m not sure it would have much—”

  “Theme park!” Jolie’s eyes lit up. “You guys should do an adult theme park instead of just a resort.”

  “Adult theme park,” Katja echoed, rolling the idea around in her mind. “That sounds like a blast. Original, too.”

  I shot Jolie a look. “Don’t you want to get out of the theme park business?” She just shrugged back with a sheepish smile.

  Moon’s brow crinkled as if he was in deep thought. “What was your theme park called?”

  “Sweetopia,” Jolie answered for me. “You may have heard about it on the news recently.”

  “Oh, wow, that was you guys?” Katja’s gaze bounced between us.

  “It was my family,” I corrected.

  “Sweetopia,” Moon said, trying to make the connection.

  “I still think an adult theme park would be amazing!” Jolie was apparently stuck on the idea. “Just think of all the different rides and...games...we could have. There could be a BDSM land...you’d be surprised how many people just want a good spanking.” She laughed as she glanced around the hot tub.

  “I wouldn’t be surprised!” Katja replied, shooting Moon a wink.

  “Yeah, okay,” I went along with this crazy conversation. “So, not Sweetopia...but Spicetopia.”

  Jolie sat up straight. “Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what it would be.”

  “That sounds brilliant!” Katja agreed.

  “What? I’m just teasing.” I waved my hand to dismiss their crazy ideas.

  “No, Cy, it’s perfect. Spicetopia,” Jolie repeated. “We’re totally doing this.”

  “We want in,” Moon announced.

  “An adult theme park,” Katja repeated. “Brilliant.”

  Jolie grabbed my hand, making me turn to face her. “I’m super serious, Cy. Spicetopia. We need to do this.”

  “Really?” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. What did I know about building a theme park?

  Well, I knew a lot more than the average person, that was for sure.

  Maybe it wasn’t such a crazy idea after all.

  “Spicetopia,” I said again. It was sounding less crazy every time I repeated it.

  “Spicetopia,” the three others repeated.

  “We can totally do this, Cy,” Jolie assured me. “Totally.”

  “Alright.” It wasn’t as if I didn’t have the knowledge and the capital to get this thing off the ground. “Let’s do this. Spicetopia it is!”

  Jolie slung her arm around my shoulder, drawing me toward her face. Her lips brushed against mine, and in the distance I heard the waves crashing along the beach. We may have been tipsy, and the moonlight may have been filling our minds with crazy delusions, but I really did believe in that moment, with this smart, beautiful woman by my side, I could do anything.

  Even build Spicetopia.

  THE END

  Continue the Spicetopia Series in Book Two, Virtue & Vice.

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