Page 10 of Dumping the Puck (Men of Havoc #4)

Day 2: Private Boat Tours and Grotta Azzurra

Just in case you couldn’t close the deal last night with the romantic setting and cooking together that I set up, I figured I’d give you a day to be half-naked with her. And if you don’t grow some balls and tell her how you feel by the end of this, I’m gonna be pissed.

Go to Il noleggio barche di Rocco, ask for Rocco. Tell him your name, and sign something for him. He will bring you around on a private tour to the caves and beaches as well as the Grotta Azzurra, Blue Grotto.

Fucking Charley.

If only she knew how well her little itinerary was working. And after Wren’s declaration to just be on this trip, spending a whole day watching her in the tiny bikini she’s currently sporting is making it really hard to not pull her into one of these caves and take her like, well, a caveman.

“How cool is this?!” she calls out from the shoreline we just pulled up to. “The view is just stunning! Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

I saunter up behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle, “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

Her body reacts to my breath on her skin and the pebbles take over every inch of exposed skin, which is a lot.

Her chosen reaction is a contrast to the way her body reacts unwillingly to me. “I meant the actual view, Kayce. Not me.”

“Well my view is you, and I’ve never seen anything more stunning.” She turns to face me with a raised brow. “What? You told me to just be. This is me, just being me with the most beautiful woman on this beach.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not going to survive this trip. Besides, you’re definitely lying. Look at that woman over there, she’s fucking gorgeous, the epitome of an Italian model.”

I look to where she’s pointing, and while objectively, yes, that woman is stunning, She’s nothing in comparison to Wren.

“I guess I just prefer blondes from small town Texas who are vacationing in Italy with their best friend, possibly friends-with-benefits. Possibly more?” I waggle my eyebrows at her but she’s saved from answering when Rocco approaches us with a blanket and picnic basket.

“Signore Bicknelle, il tuo pranzo.” He hands me the basket.

I peek inside and figure that il pranzo means lunch.

“Grazie.” I nod my head.

He walks back to the boat where he’s stayed the last few grottos leaving us to explore alone.

“Are you ready to eat?”

“Is that even a question? Of course I’m ready to eat!” She takes a seat on the blanket that I’ve laid out for us on the sand. We set up the charcuterie style lunch with mozzarella, bruschetta, soppressata, prosciutto, and a various mixing of breads, cheeses, and olives in silence, listening to the small waves crashing on shore.

I pick out a piece of mozzarella and hold it out for Wren to eat. She takes it gently with her teeth, her lips wrapping around my fingers as she pulls away. My dick goes hard as her blush covers her chest.

She chooses a rose made of soppressata and holds it out to me. I place my lips around her fingers, curling my tongue around her to pull the rose from her. The blush deepens on her chest and neck.

We continue back and forth feeding each other, the sexual tension building until our moment is broken by another boat approaching.

“Want to swim?” I whisper in her ear.

She nods, and I stand reaching out to pull her up with me. I pull her tight to my chest, tipping her face toward mine with a finger under her chin. “Just so you’re ready, when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to kiss you. Then I’m going to strip you of this bikini, and slide my fingers into your pussy to see how wet you are for me. Then I’m going to finally let myself feel you for the first time. Something I’ve been craving for a long, long time, June.”

She sucks in a breath. I feel the muscles in her core clench at the thought. I drop a chaste kiss to her forehead and run off to the ocean.

The boat ride back is tense. I’ve spent the whole day finding small ways to touch her, turn her on, and fluster her. She’s sitting across from me in silence, clenching her thighs together and I can’t wipe the smile off my face.

“What’s the matter, June? Are you ready to get back and go to bed? Or maybe sit on the balcony?”

She glares at me and I just chuckle.

Rocco drops us off back at the boat rental. I toss him whatever money I have in my pocket for a tip and thank him profusely for such a fun day. Wren waits for me at the entrance to the marina.

“I thought you’d changed your mind, you took so long,” she teases.

“You can only hope.” I wink at her before lacing our hands together and pulling her up the hill to our hotel. I didn’t take into account having to walk back up after all my teasing. Trekking uphill with a hard on isn’t the most comfortable situation.

She laughs at me as I hurry, pulling her with me. But she won’t be laughing when I get her behind closed doors.

As soon as the door shuts behind me, I pull her flush against my chest. Her eyes widen at the sudden proximity.

“I told you what would happen, June.”

“I kind of thought you were kidding.”

“I’d never kid about craving you. So this is your last chance.” I push us toward the bed. “Is this something you want?”

“God, yes,” she breathes out.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck I pull her mouth to mine, frantic to taste her lips. Laying her down on the bed I hover my body over hers as we back up to the headboard. Reaching behind her neck I pull the tie free on her bathing suit, releasing her breasts. I peel down the small triangles of fabric and palm each breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth.

A moan escapes her perfect lips. “Kayce.”

Hearing my name tumble out on a moan nearly has me coming before I even get to fully touch her. It’s a wet dream I’ve had since I knew what those were, coming to reality.

I reach between our bodies, releasing the ties on either side of her hips to open her to me. Sliding two fingers through her pussy I can feel the warm wet heat ready to greet me.

“I knew you’d be wet for me, June.”

“Touch me, Johnny. Please. Touch me.”

She writhes underneath me, waiting for me to do more, desperate for more.

I place another kiss on her lips before crawling down her body. Getting to take in her body in its entirety, knowing that it’s here for my taking is something that I never in my wildest dreams thought was possible.

I reach up to keep her breasts in my hands while I nudge her thighs open with my nose. I don’t hesitate to dive in, feasting on her pussy and eliciting the sexiest screams from her. I nip at her clit and then run my tongue over to smooth the sting. She starts to pulse and I know she’s close. But I’ll be damned if the first time I make her come I can’t feel it with my own dick.

I stand abruptly, ripping my board shorts down my body and jumping back on the bed. I’m about to slam into her when I remember that we have no condoms. I never thought this was a possibility, so I wasn’t prepared for it.

“What the actual fuck are you waiting for?” she whines.

“I…uh…well…I don’t have any condoms,” I admit.

“Are you clean? I had a check up right before the wedding and hadn’t touched Cam in weeks before that, thank God. And I have an IUD.”

“Nothing has ever sounded sexier. I’m clean if you trust me.” I lightly trace the soft skin of her neck with my nose.

Her hips buck up to meet mine. “I’ll always trust you implicitly, Johnny.”

Her breathless moans break me. I notch my cock, ready to slide in.

I go slow, letting her adjust to my size. Feeling how tight she is, I know she isn’t ready for me to just slam into her.

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit,” she hisses through gritted teeth.

I pull out, thinking that I’m hurting her and she whimpers when I do.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No! Please, fill me up. I need to feel you,” she pleads.

I am not one to argue with a woman seeking her pleasure so I slide back in again, watching her take me inch by inch until I’m fully seated in her. I continue to watch as I start to move, taking in the sight of her stretching tight around my cock.

“Fuck. Why is that so sexy to watch you watching us?”

I look up to see her staring at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“You want to watch too? You want to see us connected? My cock stretching you to the max as I slide in and out?”

She gently nods her head and I don’t need anything more than that. I scoop her up off the bed and bring her over to the chaise lounge by the windows and the full length mirror. Placing her feet on the floor I instruct her to bend over with her hands on the back of the lounger. I grip her hips, pulling her back to meet my cock.

“Watch us in the mirror, June. See how sexy it is.”

I grip my cock, tugging it a few times before lining up to slide back into her. I slip my tip into her, pulsing it back and forth, teasing her. Only this time I’m watching her face twist with pleasure while she watches me.

“You respond so well to my cock.” Slowly I slip farther into her, relishing the feel of the slick, tight heat. Her breasts are dangling as she leans over with her ass backed up into my pelvis. I watch as they bounce with each thrust. I need to start running hockey stats through my head so I can keep from coming too soon.

My hands roam from her hips around her sides to her breasts. I tweak her nipples in between my fingers, making her buck back into me further, connecting us even deeper.

“I’m so fucking close, Kayce. So fucking close, harder please.”

“You want it hard and fast, baby?”

“Yes,” she cries out.

I pull all the way out, leaving just my tip notched in. Then I slam in hard and fast, over and over, moving from her nipples to her clit. My movements are erratic as I try to hold off the tingling in my balls.

Her pussy starts pulsing around me, milking me for everything I’m worth.

“Oh, God, oh fuck. Yes, Kayce, yes!”

She screams out her orgasm and I let myself go, spilling my own orgasm into her. We both stare at our connected bodies, orgasming together in the mirror. This is hands down the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.

I’m fucking done. There is no way I can let her go back to Texas as just a friend, and give all this up. Nope. Never happening.

I collapse onto her back, kissing her neck, and sucking her earlobe between my lips before nipping at the soft skin behind her ear.

I can feel my orgasm, mixed with hers, starting to drip down her thighs.

“You are so fucking perfect, June.” I scoop her up in my arms, bringing her back to the bed before disappearing to get a warm cloth for her.

When I return, she’s laying spent on the bed like a starfish. A smile permanently etched on her lips.

Placing my knee on the bed, it dips under my weight. I gently wipe our pleasure from her legs, cleaning her off the best I can.

“I’ve never…had…an orgasm… like that.” She bursts out between her breathless heaving.

I place a kiss on her lips, tossing the towel to the side before crawling into bed alongside her. I pull her close to me, wanting to feel how good she feels next to me, tucked in perfectly to my side. Just like I’ve always dreamed of.

Her breaths even out, and she snores lightly in my arms.

“I love you, June. You’re my heaven.”

I make the admission knowing she won’t hear me. I need to voice it, but she’s not ready to hear it.