“Eat you up one side and down the other and then fuck you silly.”

  She almost groaned. He’d do, it, too, and she’d let him. Right where they were standing if he wanted. This felt even better than she’d hoped. “I’m feeling silly already.”

  And well on her way to full arousal from no more than a chocolate-dipped strawberry and his dirty language. She’d left one of the lanai doors open a bit so they could enjoy the smell of impending rain. She wore a sundress with nothing but spaghetti straps against her shoulders. Underneath, she was naked except for bikini panties. Between the tropical climate and the heat of his body behind her, a light dampness covered her skin. Indeed, the man had made her hot in more ways than one.

  “I’ve been curious about something all day,” he said.

  “What?” She barely breathed.

  “Are you as turned on as I am?”

  “You’re excited?” A nonsense question, really. No one could stare at her the way he had and remain unmoved. Still, hearing him confess it would be sweet.

  Instead of words, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him. When he pushed his pelvis forward, the imprint of a large and very hard male member pressed against one buttock.

  “Oh yeah, I’m turned on,” he said. “I’ve been semi-hard on and off all day.”

  “Poor thing.”

  His hands traveled upward until they cupped her breasts. As he massaged them gently, they seemed to swell. Maybe it was her labored breathing that pushed them against the cotton of her dress, giving her a confined feeling. As if nothing would feel better than to have them burst free and fall into his hands.

  He nibbled on the bare skin of her shoulder. “I think you’re getting excited.”

  “I think I’m already there.”

  “I can push you higher.” One of his hands burrowed under the cotton and into her bodice. Now he touched the nipple directly, running a finger around the tip. It had hardened long ago. His touch created an exquisite tension that zinged along her nerve endings outward and downward. A moan of pleasure escaped from between her lips, which had parted in an effort to drag air into her lungs.

  “Definitely turned on,” he said. “But can I make you hotter?”

  He couldn’t be serious about that question. Clearly, he could take her apart with his fingers. He had to know she’d respond to his touch in any way he wanted her to. The man had some major skills, and she could only pray that his partner would stay away long enough for him to practice them all on her.

  “Now the crucial test.” He bent to gather the skirt of her dress in his hand. His fingers stroked the inside of her thigh as he lifted the cotton. Her pussy was his ultimate destination, of course. Under normal circumstances, she’d worry that Wolf would come back and find Jon’s fingers buried in her folds. But under her new rules, that would make things only better. Besides, she’d gone past caring about anything except that he touch her and finish what he’d started. Surrendering, she leaned back against him and closed her eyes.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “I’ll support you.”

  “Please.” Her knees had gone weak, and she couldn’t have walked if her life had depended on it.

  “Now then, let’s see.” He eased his fingers into her panties and downward to her pussy lips. “You’re as wet as the storm gathering outside.”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me try to find your on switch. Ah yes, here.” His finger pressed against her clit, and all the tension that had been building since that afternoon floated to the surface. Turned on? She was out of her mind. If he wanted to make her come, he wouldn’t have to work long. As he continued stroking her, ripples of excitement coursed through her until she was trembling against him.

  “Do you want to come, Christie?” Stroke, push, push.

  She whimpered in answer.

  “Tell me.” He continued, flicking his finger over her firmly enough to make her wild but not enough to finish her.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Say it. Say ‘I want to come.’ ”

  So close. So close. More, dammit. “I want to come.”

  “Not quite good enough,” he said. “Say ‘I want to come, Jon. I want to come against your hand.’ ”

  “I want . . . oh . . . I want.” Too much. Why did he expect her to talk? He had to know she couldn’t form words with what he was doing to her clit.

  He kept right on pressing and rolling her clit as the tension built inside her. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm if he ever showed some mercy and gave it to her.

  “Come on, Christie, say it.” Finally, he rolled her gently between his thumb and forefinger, and she snapped.

  “I want . . . oh God!”

  Her pussy exploded in orgasm, tremors racing through her as the muscles contracted in a hard rhythm. As good as she’d imagined he could make it, this was ten times as sweet. He dragged it out for long seconds. Amazing.

  The climax subsided slowly, leaving her limp. He continued to hold her up while he turned her in his arms. Through the fog that still clouded her brain, she heard him chuckle.

  “There’s chocolate on your chin,” he said. He dipped his head and licked it off before pulling her head under his chin so that she could lean against his chest.

  Slowly, reality returned, bringing with it the sound of building winds and the smell of damp jungle. His heart beat just under the palm of one hand.

  “That was one hell of an orgasm, lady.”

  “Oh my.” She took a deep breath. “It certainly was.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “What about you?”

  “I didn’t come, if that’s what you’re asking,” he said.

  “Don’t you want to?”

  “Sure.” He stepped away and took her hand. “Hey, why don’t we sneak away while we have the chance? I can still do the fuck-you-silly part.”

  “Why go so far?” She reached to the front of his pants and rubbed his erection through the fabric. “I could take care of you right here.”

  He shuddered and groaned. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Eating you up one side and down the other.”

  His eyes widened. “A blow job?”

  “Would you like that?”

  “I can tell you honestly that there’s only one place I’d rather be than in your mouth,” he said. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  “That’s so uncreative.” She knelt in front of him. Now at face level with the bulge in his pants, she could better appreciate his impressive size. The hard ridge ran from the base most of the way up to the waistband, straining for freedom against his fly. She unzipped it carefully, reached inside to pull his cock out, and then held the shaft in one hand while she petted it with the other. “My, my. How long have you been in this state?”

  “Pretty much since I dipped that strawberry and went looking for you.”

  “I’d better take care of business, then, hadn’t I?”

  “Are you sure you want to settle for a first course when you could have the whole meal?”

  “This looks like a big enough meal to me.” She circled the head of his cock with her tongue and then closed her lips around it and sucked.

  He pulled in a breath. “Holy crap. You’ve convinced me.”

  She’d given other lovers oral sex, but she’d never done it with an instrument this large. Sliding her lips as far down his shaft as she could go, she kept up the suction. The rest of him, she pumped with her fist. His fingers dug into her hair to hold her head as his hips moved in a gentle thrust.

  Clearly, he was highly aroused and close to losing control. She’d have to pay attention to his body language if she wanted to witness his climax. Watching this monster erupt would provide material for her erotic fantasies for months.

  His breathing was labored now and punctuated by groans of pleasure. “Shit, you’re good. You’re going to make me come.”

  For a moment, she pulled him from her mouth and gripped him by the base. Even in the dim light, the livid color of his flesh testified to how excited he’d become. As she stroked him, a drop of pearly liquid appeared at the tip, and she spread it over the head with her finger before sliding her lips around him again.

  “Ah, Christie.” He made a noise in his throat that was almost a growl. “Fuck . . . wish this could last.”

  If he were rational at the moment, she could explain that they had days ahead of them and they’d have lots of time for more of this and lots of other things. For now, she kept up the pressure, bobbing her head, until he was trembling.

  “Oh, man . . . careful,” he said. “Fuck, yes . . . now. Now.”

  Still grasping his shaft and pumping like crazy, she pulled her face back and watched as he released a spray of semen. Beautiful—the ultimate expression of male sexuality. He shouted as another wave came and then another. She’d created this powerful response, and she would, indeed, store the sounds and sights for the future when she needed something to enhance the pleasure of using her vibrator.

  After a long moment, he sighed. “You are really, really good at that.”

  “Thank you. I’d better go find a tissue.”

  “No need.” He reached into his pocket and produced a handkerchief, which he handed to her. She wiped him off and then dabbed up the droplets that had landed on her dress. He really had come hard. After she gave him the hanky back again, he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. She had to smile. Even flaccid, he was pretty darned impressive.

  After rising, she took his hands in hers and tipped her face up to give him an innocent kiss. A throat cleared behind her. Wolf, of course. A minute earlier, and he would have seen quite a show.

  “I thought we could finish with some brandy,” he said.

  Christie smiled, turned, and gave him a look that said, You’re next.

  WOLF WAS CHECKING the liquor cabinet when the unmistakable sound wafted on a warm breeze from the restaurant. A female orgasm, and a damned good one. He’d heard those noises often enough to recognize their meaning. Out there, Jon was either fucking Christie, or he was doing something else that made her really happy. He’d probably staged it deliberately so that Wolf could overhear and even watch. He’d won the first skirmish in their game, and he wanted to rub it in.

  Oh hell, why not? Just because he was already horny didn’t mean he couldn’t torture himself by watching his competitor get some satisfaction. Maybe unslaked lust would drive him completely round the bend and he could spend the rest of their time huddled in a corner somewhere, mumbling to himself.

  He slithered out into the bar area, keeping to the shadows where he stood a good chance of avoiding their attention. He could see them clearly, and they could spot him if they really tried. They didn’t seem the least bit interested in trying.

  Jon had his arms around Christie, but she’d stepped far enough to one side to have her hand at the front of his slacks. Already, Jon wore the goofy expression of a man willing to risk hellfire for some sexual gratification. Clearly, they hadn’t been screwing, but they might start any minute. And he’d get to watch the whole show.

  Wolf had never tried voyeurism before. The opportunity had never come up, and porno films were too stupid to count as watching the real thing. But clearly his member found the idea of spying on these two more than a little appealing. He’d been only half-hard before. Now, he was rapidly approaching full-on erection.

  Jon and Christie spoke quietly to each other, so he couldn’t catch every word. The glint in her eyes spoke loudly, though. So when Jon’s words “blow job” came through, his hard-on grew and began to throb. She was going to suck on Jon’s cock, and Wolf couldn’t have gone back into the kitchen if his life had depended on it.

  As he looked on, the erection in his pants turning into a crowbar, Christie lowered herself to her knees, unzipped Jon’s fly, and pulled out his cock.

  He unzipped his pants and removed his own hard-on. Even his hand gave him a jolt that said this particular erection wasn’t going back in. He’d never get the zipper closed over it, and besides, an orgasm with his name on it lurked right around the corner. One way or another, he was going to climax, and he might as well make it as good as possible.

  Across the room, Christie was going down on Jon as if he tasted like chocolate. In Wolf’s mind’s eye, his cock slid in and out of the moist heat of her mouth. No, her pussy—her wet, tight pussy. No, her mouth. Damn it all, he needed both, but instead here he stood, pulling on his member as if he’d like to kill the thing. If he didn’t slow down, he’d come before Jon did, and he’d miss some of the show.

  After a soft groan, Jon tipped his head back and started to thrust. She clutched Jon’s member by the base and went right on devouring him.

  Damn, but the scene made Wolf hot. No matter how much he told himself to slow down, his hand would not follow the command. He even added a little twist at the head with every pass. Wicked. He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from adding his own groans to the mix. How was his friend over there withstanding the pleasure of her mouth without spewing?

  Christie set about finishing Jon, who was now making the guttural sounds of a man about to come. Nearing his own end, Wolf gripped the edge of the bar while the other hand worked furiously on his cock. He had to hold on. Had to so he could share in the drama. Jon had to be made out of steel to last so long.

  The steel gave out, finally. When he shouted “now” Christie took her mouth off him and finished him with her hand. Jon came in bursts, and Wolf let his own orgasm take him. It started in his balls and roared through him as semen shot out of him, landing everywhere. Not since he was a kid had he come so hard in his own hand. For a moment, it seemed as if consciousness would slip away, but he held himself upright until it finished.

  When he could concentrate again, Christie was cleaning Jon off with a handkerchief. He’d better get away from here before they came to their senses and found him. Luckily, he found one of the soft cloths bartenders used to wipe off the top of the bar. He made good use of it, adjusted himself, and disappeared into the back to find the brandy.

  Back at the liquor cabinet, he grabbed a nice bottle of cognac. This time when he went into the restaurant, he cleared his throat to announce his arrival. “I thought we could finish with some brandy.”

  “Great idea,” Jon said.

  Christie didn’t turn to face him for a moment. When she finally did, she stared at him in a way that could almost make him hard again. She’d finished with one man and was working up an appetite for another. Jon hadn’t won their bet yet, but he could if he could manage another erection. If anyone could give it to him, it would be Christie with all her soft flesh.

  Wolf selected three snifters from where they hung over the bar, threaded them though his fingers, and took them to Jon and Christie.

  She extended her hand. “Let me see the bottle.”

  When he handed it to her, she smiled. “Good, but not good enough. Let me get something better.”

  With that, she left the room. Jon just stood there, grinning.

  Wolf set the snifters on a table. “Congratulations on getting to third base, but I gather the two of you didn’t actually do the deed.”

  “Did we fuck?” Jon said. “You know we didn’t.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I heard you come in, and there was an extra grunt right after I came,” Jon said.

  Wolf’s face heated. He should have known he couldn’t remain completely quiet during that orgasm. “I didn’t think you’d notice given what Christie was doing for you.”

  “Not during. I wouldn’t have noticed if I was on fire, but after . . . well, I heard you come in and figured you couldn’t just stand there and watch.”

  “Do you think she heard?”

  Jon slapped him on the back. “Doesn’t matter. I imagine we’ll be doing kinkier things than watching before we get off this island.”

  Wolf stared at his business partner for a moment. So, they were headed toward the exotic, after all. He’d never shared a woman before, but then he’d never watched the woman he wanted giving oral sex to another man, either. It should have upset him or at least made him want to back off. In this case, it had had quite the opposite effect. He wanted her all the more.

  Jon laughed. “I can see the wheels turning. You’re evaluating the possibilities. The permutations and combinations.”

  “Okay, maybe. I won’t deny it. I’m just not sure.”

  “Of course, you’re not,” Jon said. “This is new territory, but if it feels good . . .”

  “. . . do it. So you’ve said before.” Why not? This wasn’t his usual world. Despite cell phones and Internet, nothing could intrude on them here. If Christie was willing, he could do things he’d never consider in regular life.

  “I want a chance to win her outright,” Wolf said. “We still have our bet.”

  “Sure.”

  “That means you’ll have to give me some room to maneuver. I can’t seduce her with you hovering over us.”

  “Granted.” Jon chuckled. “Woo her all you want. I’ll still be the first one inside her pussy.”

  “Maybe we’d better let Christie have a say in that,” Wolf said.

  “A say in what?” She reappeared with a bottle in her hand. She showed it to Jon, who whistled softly between his teeth.

  “You weren’t kidding about something better,” Jon said. “I won’t be chug-a-lugging that.”

  She gave the bottle to Wolf. Cognac. Small lot, a blend of vintages, some over fifty years old. It had to cost a fortune to stock liquor this good. “Very high class.”

  “The Santa Inez Resort is serious about luxury,” she said. “Your clients won’t be disappointed.”

  He twisted the cap until he’d dislodged the cork, and then poured some of the liquor into the snifters. After setting the bottle on the table, he passed the drinks around and lifted his in a toast. “To a profitable partnership.”