The Bikini Diaries by Lacey Alexander, cey Alexander Page A

breath grew heavy and when he plunged harder, deeper, between her lips,
    she welcomed it, amazed by the intensity. Every nerve ending in her body responded as
    she closed her eyes again and joyfully surrendered to letting Brandon fuck her mouth.
    "Jesus God," he muttered above. "So damn good... so soft, wet... yeah, oh yeah."
    She was lost in it, drunk on it—when Brandon whispered, "Shit," planted his hands on her shoulders, and pulled her abruptly to her feet. "Somebody's coming."
    Dizziness assailed her, but she turned her head to see two young couples making their
    way up the pier. They were talking, joking around, and seemed not to notice Brandon and
    Wendy. She leaned into him to keep her balance, comforted from the jarring situation
    when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.
    As she got hold of herself, she glanced down to see his magnificent cock still arcing up between them, and couldn't help whispering, "How was that?"
    His voice came low, breathless. "I was about to come in your mouth."
    "I would have loved that," she said without hesitation, even though she'd never let that happen with any guy before and had never particularly wanted to.
    "I wanted to stop," he told her, "didn't want to get you messy out here, but damn, bunny, you suck me good."
    Her chest tingled, and she'd never felt quite so flattered in her life. She didn't think any guy had ever complimented her on that before. But then again, she'd never gotten so into the act before, either.
    "Let's go somewhere," she suggested. The two couples had stopped to look out on the water about halfway down their branch of the pier and would probably leave soon, but
    she was tired of being interrupted. "Someplace private. Someplace where we can take our time and won't have to stop."
    Heat laced his smile. "My place?"
    "Race you to the golf cart."
    They started to take off, hand in hand, when Wendy pulled up short, stopping them.
    "What?" he said.
    She looked down at his open pants. "Might want to zip up there, buddy."
    "Jesus," he murmured, then reached down to stuff himself back inside his zipper, a task that looked fairly challenging given his size. Once he had his pants back together, he took her hand back in his to say, "What a dangerous little bunny. You make it so I can't even think straight."
    "The sooner you get me to your place, the sooner neither one of us will have to worry about that anymore. Now let's go. I want to do things with you that..." But she faltered then, letting her voice trail off.
    He flashed a sexy, inquisitive smile. "That what?" Stop being sky. No hesitation. "Things that I've never done before."
    Normally, Brandon thought the golf cart was the best way to travel Emerald Shores, but
    at the moment, the damn thing wouldn't go fast enough. Good God, Wendy was enough
    to drive a man wild. It was bad enough he'd gotten all worked up with her in the water
    today—and hadn't gotten to come. Now he'd nearly exploded in her mouth only to have
    that stopped, too. He was starting to think she had a point about not fooling around
    anyplace they could be caught, and that was what had him racing—as much as a golf cart
    could race—to his penthouse condo right now. His cock throbbed like crazy in his pants.
    Next to him, her cheeks were prettily flushed and her eyes glimmered with a lusty
    anticipation that made him that much more eager. Was she a good girl or a bad one? It
    was a conundrum he hadn't yet solved. Normally, he didn't sit around dividing chicks into categories—but she'd started the wheels turning in his head on this particular topic.
    The dress said good, but the blow job definitely said bad. Whereas last night's dress had said bad, but something in her eyes had leaned closer to good. Today on the beach had
    been the same—she'd worn a bad girl's bikini, but damn, she'd somehow looked so
    innocent asleep in the sun.
    And he liked the good girl part of her just fine, but at this moment, he was way into the bad. Or at