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M y brain went hazy as Dex slanted his lips over mine and devoured me. I shuddered in his arms, and he reached down, lifting me up high on his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he turned and carried me to the only empty bedroom left. The door slammed shut behind us, but I didn’t get a chance to tear myself away from him and take in the rest of the room before I was falling and landing onto a soft cushioned surface as Dex dropped me onto the bed.

I bounced once, my chest heaving as I watched him reach back over his shoulder with one hand, grip the fabric of his shirt, and rip it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. I licked my lips as his roped stomach was revealed.

“Clothes,” he demanded. “Off. Now.”

I let my fingers play at the hem of my sundress. “Don’t we have—”

Dex didn’t let me finish. He leaned down and grabbed the small two-inch slit in the side of the dress and ripped it clear up to my waist. I gaped down at the torn fabric.

“Dex!” I hissed. "I just bought this!"

“When I say take off your fucking clothes,” he growled, crawling onto the bed, and crouching down over me, “I mean it.”

“Dex, shouldn’t we be—”

Dex’s hands found the back zipper of my dress, and he yanked it down. I could feel it pull tight and threaten to rip as well. “Get it off, or I will completely ruin this thing,” he said.

“You kind of already did that,” I muttered as I wiggled and struggled out of the torn garment.

“Turn over,” Dex ordered.

The way his voice dipped low sent shivers down my spine, and I was weak. We probably should have been unpacking, making reservations, and plans … but when he dropped his voice like that, I was helpless to resist. I turned over, sliding to my hands and knees in only my bra and underwear. We were on vacation anyway. There was nowhere we specifically had to be. Our exams were over and this was a time to relax. What better way to do that than to do … this.

“That’s it, Baby,” he said, his voice growing hoarse with lust. “God, you’re beautiful.”

A sharp spank came down on my left asscheek and I gasped. The sting settled in, turning to heat. I arched my back, letting my eyes slide closed. Dex’s hand snaked up my spine, pausing over the back clip of my bra. He released it and the straps slid down my arms. I shoved them away and over the side of the bed as quickly as I could before Dex’s hand returned to my skin.

I loved the way he touched me. I loved the way he loved me.

“I want you, Baby,” he whispered in my ear as he bent over me, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against the tender skin of the back of my thighs. It was strange to be completely naked and to feel denim rasping against my asscheeks, but at the same time, it was a huge turn on. I only hoped it wouldn't be around forever because, with the way things were going, I wanted Dex to fuck me sooner rather than later.

I shivered at the thought and then breathed a sigh of relief as the sound of his zipper ricocheted around the room. His hands slid into the band of my thong and lowered it to my knees. My breath caught in my throat as goosebumps rose along my arms. His fingers rubbed circles against the skin just under my asscheeks. Dex’s body moved away, but a moment later, I felt his breath against my core.

“Fuck!” I half-screamed as his mouth descended. My legs jerked but were pinned together by my panties still wrapped around my knees. His lips touched my pussy, his tongue flicked out and slid up my opening, spearing into the wetness there. I groaned, loud, low, and long as he ravaged me, shaking and shuddering in his arms as his hands gripped my ass. I cursed as he sucked my clit between his lips. The closer I got, the more my vision wavered. My fingers clutched the bedsheets. My mouth dropped open. He—

Stopped.

He fucking stopped.

What the fuck?

I growled as Dex backed away. But before I could voice my outrage, his hands grasped me around my waist—fingers digging into my skin. Dex reared back and slammed home. I choked as he settled in deep, his cock all the way inside of me, stretching me, filling me, making me shake and whimper at the same time.

“God, each time, Baby. You’re so fucking sexy, so fucking tight. This pussy is magic. So dirty. You drive me insane—each and every time. It's like you were made for my dick, Jamie."

I groaned in relief as he began to move. At first, I thought he'd torture me with slow thrusts, but that wasn't the case. Dex moved fast, stroking deep inside me. In and out. In and out. I started to shift against him, relishing in his skin against mine as he fucked me relentlessly. Dex pounded me into the mattress, his hands coming up and pulling the strands of my hair back into a self-made ponytail which he then used to ride. He held my hair, yanking my head back with each thrust. The sharp pulls had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Dex used his hold on my hair to shove my upper body down, closer to the bed. I went without complaint, picking up on his request easily as I shoved my ass out, pushing up to my knees to give him better access. Dex released my hair and reached around my waist to my clit. He flicked it, causing me to jump and moan before he began to rub his thumb in smooth circles.

“That’s right, come on, Jamie. Come on, let go for me. Come all over my fingers, baby. Come on my cock. I wanna feel you lose control."

I couldn’t stop myself. Heated embarrassment rose to my cheeks. I should’ve been used to how fast he could get me off since we’d been doing this for a few years now, but I wasn’t. I groaned and shuddered as my orgasm slid over me. It echoed in my bones, rising from my core and flowing through my body.

Dex’s grip on my hips tightened, and he pulled back, pounding inside a few more times before his entire body stiffened and he released a slow breath.

We laid there for several minutes afterward, panting. Dex’s chest brushed my back and he sighed, curling against me. Somewhere in the room, a cell phone was going off. Dex tensed before cursing under his breath as he vaulted off the bed. I turned over as he pulled his phone out and held up a finger.

“Yeah?” he barked into the phone as he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. I blinked after him, but before I could feel any sort of irritation start to crop up, he was back with a damp washcloth.

I took the cloth and froze when he spoke next. “No, we just got on the boat, Mother.”

I darted my eyes to him but he was already turning away, staring at the wall as his face hardened. “No, I don’t think—” I could hear a woman’s stern voice on the other end of the line as she interrupted him. I cleaned up and reached for my underwear. Pulling my panties back up my legs I found my bra and did the same. The sundress, however, was useless.

Dex turned and saw that I was sitting on the bed. He nodded towards the door and mouthed, 'Get dressed.'

I sighed and nodded, getting up and heading for the living room where our bags were still stored. Taylor—now back in the living room, propped up on the couch with both arms spread along the back of it—whistled as he watched me search through our bags to find a new sundress.

“Looking hot, Mama.”

I rolled my eyes, sliding the dress over my curves. I reached back and paused, my fingers mere centimeters from the zipper.

“Little help?” I asked, tipping my chin to the side and glancing over my shoulder. Taylor was up and off the couch in a split second, making his way towards me.

“Anytime, sugarbabe.”

I snorted as he reached me, his fingers moving to the tab on the zipper and sliding it up through the teeth until the material closed around me. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.

The door to the second bedroom opened and Darren and Cody strode out in fresh clothes. Cody looked down at my new dress. “You changed too?” he asked.

Taylor snorted. “Don’t think she had much choice from what I heard.”

I elbowed him in the gut just as Dex walked out of the room. “Bro, what’s the rush?” Darren asked as Dex stormed towards the main door.

“Have to meet my mother,” he snapped.

“What about—” I started but was quickly cut off.

“Tonight,” Dex said, throwing a frown over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Baby.” His frown deepened, dropping to a sad expression.

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Dex. We’ll take care of her,” Taylor assured him.

“I know you will.” With another look my way—one filled with frustration and apologies—Dex stormed out of the suite.

A long pause followed his exit. Then… “Well, are we going to sit around here all day or are we gonna go be on vacation?” Taylor asked, jumping towards the door.

I smiled as I followed. “What do people do on vacation?”

“What else,” Darren answered as we filed out, “get drunk and have sex.” He winked at me.

I laughed. “I’ll drink to that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, sweetcheeks.” Taylor rushed me and lifted me up, tossing me over his shoulder. I laughed and slapped his back. An older woman in fine heels and a skirt suit fit for tea with the queen strode by and cast us all a scathing look.

“Let me down,” I hissed.

“Or what?” Taylor asked, chuckling. “I find I like the view here.”

My cheeks flamed red as his hand found my ass under my skirt.

Cody walloped him on the back of the head. “Not in public, you ass,” he snapped.

Taylor chuckled once more and finally—blessedly—put me down. “Alright, alright. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“I know what I’d like to eat,” Darren said lowly.

I glanced over at him in warning, but with another incorrigible wink my way, he jogged past us.