The Two Week Stand by Samantha Towle

twenty

West

“This place is incredible!” Dillon wanders over to where the sun loungers, daybed, and wicker umbrellas are set up, checking out the small island that we’ve just been dropped at.

The boat left us with a picnic basket for lunch, and the guys said they’ll be back later on today to set up for the gourmet torchlit dinner we’ll be having before they take us back to the island. So, I’ve got a full day with her here, all alone.

Whatever will we do?

“I don’t even know what I was expecting,” she says, dropping her bag on one of the sun loungers. “But it wasn’t this. It’s so perfect. I can’t believe I was considering not even coming. So glad you said you’d come with me.”

“Me too. And you should let me pay for half of this.”

She gives me the same look she gives me every time I mention it. “It was already paid for ages ago. And I asked you to come with me, so technically, you’re my guest, and guests don’t pay.”

I have money to burn. I know that she doesn’t. So, I wish she’d stop being stubborn and let me give her some money for this.

Guess I’ll just have to pay her back in some other way.

“What should we do first?” She turns to me, hands going to her hips. “Explore the island a little? Swim? Sunbathe?”

“I vote we fuck.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “We had sex earlier.”

She means, when we woke up. That was a few hours ago.

When did a few hours become a long time in between bouts of sex?

Since her.

She fiddles with her cell phone, and then music starts to play. She puts her cell down on the day bed and peels off the dress she’s wearing, leaving her in a barely there red bikini. She walks over the sand and into the shallow lagoon, and I watch her. It’s hard to not stare at her all of the time, but in that bikini … impossible. Her tits spilling out of it. Her long, dark hair falling down her back. Face free of makeup. Just suntan lotion on her skin, making it glisten.

She’s fucking gorgeous. And it bugs me that she has no clue just how beautiful she is.

I’m also starting to realize that I’ll miss fucking her when I go home. But not just fucking her. I’ll miss hanging with her. She’s fun. And adorably weird. I even fucking like her competitiveness and inability to lose. It’s cute.

Totally out of character for me. I don’t know if it’s this place fucking with my head, filling it with hearts and flowers, or if it’s the dopamine in my brain from all the sex I’ve been having.

Don’t get me wrong; I have a lot of sex back home. I’ve never wanted for some ass. But I’ve never had as much sex in such a short period of time as I’ve been having with her.

There’s not a whole lot to do here but fuck, eat, drink, and sleep. But I honestly think, no matter where we were, I’d have a hard time keeping my dick out of her.

Dillon turns to face me, singing along to the song, some chick crooning about being “Drunk in Love.” She starts swaying her hips in time to the music, and I watch her for a while, but it gets to the point where I can’t not go over to her.

I walk into the water and stop a few feet away. Something raw and animalistic crawls inside me.

“Take your bikini off.”

She stops dancing. “What?”

“I said, take your bikini off.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

She glances around, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I want that lip in my mouth. Then around my cock.

“What if someone sees?”

I chuckle darkly. “There is literally only you and me here. The only things that are gonna see you naked are the fish. Maybe the occasional bird.”

I wait a beat, watching her. I can see her chest starting to rise and fall with excitement. That telltale flush climbs up her chest. And I know she’s into this. I wouldn’t push it if she wasn’t.

She reaches back and unclasps the bikini top, freeing my favorite tits from their confines. Then, she hooks her fingers into her bikini bottoms and pushes them down her legs, stepping out of them.

I hold my hand out for her bikini. She tosses it over to me. I catch it and then throw it onto the beach.

I hook my fingers into my swim shorts and shove them down. Those get thrown to the beach too.

Her eyes go to my hard dick. I was hard the moment she started dancing in the water.

I’m always fucking hard around her. I feel like a teenager again, walking around with a permanent boner.

Her gaze comes back to me, and she arches her brow, as if to say, Now what?

“Touch your tits.”

There’s no question from her, and I fucking love that. She trusts herself with me, and that turns me on something fierce.

She cups her tits with those dainty hands and starts to play with her nipples. My dick starts to throb, so I wrap my hand around it and give it a firm squeeze.

I see Dillon’s eyes go straight to my hand, and then they lift to mine. Desire pools in her eyes.

“Touch your pussy,” I say to her. My voice sounds raw. “I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

There’s a little hesitation in her movement this time, and I wonder if this is the first time she’s done this in front of someone before.

I really fucking hope it is.

With her teeth digging into her bottom lip, she slides a hand down over her flat stomach and between her legs. She parts her legs a little and pushes a finger inside herself.

The throb in my dick is getting insistent. I slowly start to jack myself off, watching her finger herself.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Dillon. You’re fucking hot.”

Hazy eyes meet mine. Little hot gasps are coming from her mouth as she works herself up. “I need you, West. I need you to fuck me.”

Who am I to deny her?

Still working my dick with my hand, I walk across the space between us, stopping right in front of her.

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and lift her hand from her pussy to my mouth. Curling my hand around hers, I part my lips and wrap them around her fingers, sucking her juices off them.

Fuck, she tastes good.

Her eyes are wide and needy.

She needs my cock inside her now.

First things first though. Letting her hand fall from my mouth, I slide my hands around her hips and kiss her. Just because I fucking can.

You won’t be able to in three days.She’ll be back in England, and you’ll be home.

She loops her arms around my neck, pushing up onto her tiptoes, getting closer to me, and my mouth slants over hers. She tastes of the strawberries and syrup she had on her waffles at breakfast.

She sucks on my tongue, and I know it’s because she can taste herself on me.

Fuck, I’m so hot for her.

“I want you,” she whispers into my mouth.

“You have me.” And in this moment, she does.

Grabbing her ass, I haul her up, and she wraps her legs around me.

My dick is trapped between our bodies, leaking pre-cum against her. I need inside her now.

“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.

“What?” she gasps.

“I left the condoms in my shorts.” Which are on the fucking beach. I’m gonna have to go get them. “Wait a sec. I’ll grab one.”

“Unless …”

I tilt my head back, staring at her. “Unless what?”

Her cheeks start to redden under her tanned skin. “I mean, we don’t have to. Actually, forget it. Go get the condoms. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you suggesting we fuck without a condom?”

She glances away from me, so I grab her chin and force her eyes back to mine.

“Is that what you want?”

“I’m clean,” she whispers. “I had a test done before I came here. With the … cheating and … you know, I figured I should get checked. And I’m on the pill.”

“I’m always clean.” I never fuck without a condom. Ever. “I have regular tests. Last was a week before I came here, and you’re the only person I’ve had sex with since.” Like I need to clarify this.

Am I actually considering this?

Yeah, I guess I am.

I want to know what she feels like. Maybe I’m losing my fucking mind.

“So …” She chews on her lip.

“So … we’re doing this?”

Her eyes lift to mine. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Are you sure?”

She smiles. “I’m sure.”

Fuck. I’m about to go bareback for the first time in my life. It’s like losing my virginity all over again. Actually, I sound like I’m losing my virginity all over again.

Well, fuck.

“Have you ever … before?” she asks me in a whispered voice.

I shake my head.

“Me neither. Why does it feel like a big deal?”

I look at her. “Because it is.” It’s a huge fucking deal. I’m about to stick my dick inside her without a safety net.

“We don’t have to,” she says quickly, and when she says that, that’s when I know I definitely want to.

“I know we don’t. But I want to. With you.” Then, I kiss her. And I don’t stop kissing her, even when I lift her body up and slowly lower her onto my cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her mouth as her tight heat covers my bare dick, taking me deep inside her body.

Hands on her ass, I lift her up and then back down, fucking her tight little body with my cock.

And it feels amazing.

One of her hands is on my shoulder, nails biting into my skin. The other is tangled up in my hair.

I swallow all of her breathy moans, feeling like I’m going to lose my mind any fucking second now because nothing has ever felt this good.

I feel the tightening in my balls and that telltale tingle at the base of my spine, and now, I’m gonna come. Honestly, it’s a fucking miracle that I’ve lasted this long. But I won’t come without her.

“I’m not gonna last. You feel too good,” I pant.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It will be if you don’t come in the next few seconds. Are you close, or do you need me to get you there?”

“I’m close,” she whimpers, breathless.

“Actually …” I lower down to my knees in the shallow water because I have a feeling when I come, it’s gonna be big and I’m gonna have a hard time staying upright. “That’s better. If I black out when I come, I won’t drop you.”

Dillon is now straddling me, and she starts riding me like a champ. I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to stop from coming. I need her to come now. I slide one hand to her pussy and start rubbing her clit with my fingers, and I slap her ass with my other hand.

She gasps but doesn’t stop fucking me.

“Again,” she moans.

I slap her ass again.

She throws her head back and starts coming hard.

Thank. Fuck.

I let go. And I start coming inside her with a guttural roar.

Fuck. Me.

That was … insane.

That’s it. I’m never fucking with a condom again. Okay, so that’s probably not smart. But who needs smart when it can feel like that?

Dillon slumps against my chest, her head landing on my shoulder.

“Jesus,” she says against my skin, muffled under all that hair of hers.

“Yeah,” I say because it’s all I’ve got at the moment.

I stay sitting here with her because I don’t want to move.

My real life is chaotic and stressful. But here, with her … it’s not. I’ve never felt as content and at peace as I am when I’m inside her.

I honestly have no fucking clue what to do with that knowledge.

“West?”

“Hmm?”

She lifts her head, pushing her hair back from her face. She rests her elbow on my shoulder and puts her chin in her hand. I’m reminded of the first night I met her, when she put her elbow on the bar and missed placing her chin on her hand. The memory makes me chuckle.

“What?” She gives me a curious look.

“Nothing. What were you gonna say?”

“Well, I was just thinking … what if someone is watching us via one of those satellites up there? You know, the ones that governments have up there.”

Laughter rumbles through my chest. Pretty sure we’d be safe even if they were. “We both just came like motherfuckers, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

She giggles. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

I tease her, but I like the way her mind works.

I press a kiss to her jaw. “Relax. No one saw us.”

“Okay.” She lets out a soft sigh.

And then I count down in my head.

Three …

Two …

One …

“But just to answer my question, hypothetically, do you think it’s possible?”

I laugh because it’s funny. She’s funny. But it’s also scary how fucking well I already know her.

“Double D, I think that if there were a remote possibility that government satellites were trained on this exact spot at this very moment in time, then I’d say whoever was watching got one hell of a show.”

“True. And it’s not like it’s gonna end up on some porn website. Although it is illegal to have sex in public. But I don’t know if us being here constitutes as public because there’s only you and me—”

“Dillon.”

“What?”

I kiss her. Not to shut her up. But because I have to. Because, fuck … I like her.

Really like her.

She’s different. Dillon is the realest person I’ve ever met.

And I’ve just realized that I might not be ready to let her go just yet. I might not do forever. But I could do a little longer with her.

Now, I just need to figure out how to make that happen. Or if it’s even actually a good idea.

Because if I ask her to come back to the real world with me, even for a short time, then I’m gonna have to tell her who I actually am. Or more to the point, who my father is.