Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(16)
“You’re at a sex resort. It’s frowned upon not having sex than having sex with multiple people.” He chuckles.
This is true and exactly what my subconscious was telling me.
“And how do you feel about things now?”
“That I’m going to enjoy my time here and have fun. You’re right, I’ve been uptight for way too long.”
“There’s nowhere safer to try things out than here,” he adds.
“Well, then, speaking of trying things out,” I say, biting my lip as Granger’s eyes widen with excitement. “I was wondering if maybe tomorrow I could order a massage, but this time with you and another man,” I say, blurting out the last bit quite fast.
“Oh, Miss Starr, I like it.” Granger grins. “Of course, I would be more than happy to be of service. Now my next question is … do you want the second man to just touch you, or would you like him to also play with me?”
Come again? I stare at Granger.
“I swing both ways. There are a lot of men who work here that do. Some women’s fantasies are seeing two men together or taking two men together while they both fuck her, or while one fucks him while he fucks her. There are so many different scenarios. Or they can both solely focus on you,” he explains.
Whoah! I didn’t know there were so many options.
“Maybe I’d like to try that. It’s intrigued me,” I confess.
“Consider it done,” Granger tells me. “Is there anything else you would like from me today? I’m happy to stay in this pool with you, or I can give you another massage. I can lay beside you while you sleep, spooning you in a non-sexual way. I’m more than happy to eat you out again, or I’m more than happy to slip my dick inside you here in the pool if that is what you desire?”
I’ve died and gone to sex heaven. I didn’t think it was possible to want more sex, but as soon as my body hears all of Granger’s dirty options it’s on fire again.
My hand slides down between us, and he’s already hard. Impressive. He gives me a grin as I begin to run my hand up and down the thick shaft. He moves us around the pool to the step and slides himself down onto the concrete so he’s not floating anymore. I’ve never had sex in a pool before, but maybe I should try it out.
I let myself float over him and hold his dick in my hand while I line him up before I try to sink down on top of him. It feels a little weird in the water. I must make a face because he picks me up and deposits himself on the edge of the pool. “That’s better.” He grins as he thrusts up into me.
6
ALEX
“You made it,” I say, greeting my best friend, Jasper Fox, as he arrives on the island.
“Man, this place looks fucking amazing,” he says, clapping me on the back.
“You have no idea how insane this place is. My brother has literally brought most people’s fantasies to life. This morning as I had a jog along the beach there was an orgy. Then I looked up to the glass beach showers and there was a couple going at it in there. Best bit … most don’t mind you joining in or watching,” I say, nudging him in the ribs as we head on over to the golf cart. The staff has already loaded his bags onto the cart as we reach it.
“You hooked up with anyone yet?” Jasper asks as we take our seats. I turn and give him a look which has us both bursting out laughing. “Not like that,” I tell him. “I actually met a really nice girl,” I explain to him.
“Why the hell am I not surprised that Mr. Romantic has already fallen for a woman who isn’t after commitment,” he says, rolling his eyes at me.
“Hey, it’s not like that. She’s very much single,” I say, defending myself. I always fall for women who have commitment issues or who have partners that they seem to forget about when I’m around.
“She may be single, but she’s probably not looking for Mr. Right at a sex resort now, is she?” Jasper states seriously as we head through the rainforest toward his beach villa.
“She’s never been to The Paradise Club before. She’s not a member. Her sister is the event organizer and asked her to come check it out,” I tell him.
“That’s even worse. This place is going to be like a candy store, and she is going to want to try everything with or without you,” he adds.
“That’s okay. It means I can too.”
“Then spend a debaucherous week of fucking everything standing and then start dating when you get back to London. Is she even from London?” he questions me.
“Yes, she is. My mother is a fan of her work, and she’s graciously invited her to come visit her studio,” I tell him.
“You’re an idiot, Alex, but I wish you well. I’m going to relax and enjoy everything the island has to offer. I’m looking forward to a week of no-strings-attached sex just like you should,” my friend warns me.
“You really think I’m being stupid?” I ask him seriously.
“Yeah, man. If you want to catch up with her again, then leave her to it. Let her have this week of fun, then never talk about it when you get back to London. You can contact her then,” he tells me.
That seems like a logical plan.
“Both of you have fun. That’s the point of the island, and if something more happens, then great, but no pressure.” Maybe he’s right, I just thought she seemed like a great girl. “Be more like your brother.” He chuckles.