Sex, Sin and Surf Page 7

  Sarah burst out laughing. "Oh Ben, honey, you are so good for our egos." Sarah tipped back her drink, giggled when it dribbled down her chin and said, "You can set me up with one of your friends."

  "Deal," Ben told her. His hand curved up Celeste's thigh under the table, getting dangerously close to her panties. She gulped. God, she wanted him to take her to bed right now. Squirming in her seat to ease the heat between her thighs, she widened her legs. Ben's fingers dipped farther, expertly homing in on her clit through her clothing and stroked her. Quickly glancing to make sure her friends didn't know what was happening under the table, she shifted closer to the edge of the seat to give him better access. He eased the tip of his finger beneath the edge of her bathing suit and spread the moisture he found there around her clit, making her gasp.

  Ben flashed her a wicked smile and licked his bottom lip. Oh, she wanted him to use those lips on her right now. She'd push the dishes off the table and let him take her right here if he wanted, he had her so worked up. He raised his eyebrow at her. Celeste jumped up from the table. "It's late, we're going to turn in."

  Sarah and Nancy shot them knowing smiles. "Night," they sang in unison.

  When they stepped off the deck, Ben stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked off her juices. His eyes darkened with arousal. "Damn, I love how you taste."

  He backed her up against the hallway wall and kissed her deeply. His tongue swirled around in her mouth and she could taste herself on his tongue.

  Celeste moaned. "I want you."

  "Then have me," he whispered against her lips.

  "Bedroom, now," she murmured not wanting to break their kiss.

  Somehow they managed to make it to the bedroom. The moment the door closed behind them they both quickly worked on getting rid of their clothing. Standing naked before him, she smiled at the dazed look on his face. "Still remember your name?" she asked.

  He raised his eyes from her breasts and smiled. "Barely." He stuck out his hand. "Come here and lie down on the bed."

  At the commanding tone in his voice, she shivered in anticipation.

  "I see you've been enjoying the local culture and got sucked into buying all the treasures we have to offer." He grabbed the bullwhip she'd bought at the market and winked at her. "These are always such a big hit with the tourists. I wonder why that is?" He ran it through his fingers while he watched her

  She gulped. "Umm, Ben... Umm... I'm not really into the whole pain thing," she said and scooted up higher on the bed.

  He grinned. "Neither am I." He stalked around to the side of the bed and stopped near the headboard. "I'm not going to hit you with this." His nostrils flared as he looked at her. "But I am going to tie you up with it."

  She gulped again, but this time not in fear. The idea of being tied up shot a fresh wave of lust through her. "Okay," she whispered.

  A slow, smile spread across his lips. "Good girl. Trust me, Celeste, you're gonna love what I plan to do to you."

  Her nipples beaded to the point of pain and she arched her back toward him.

  "Patience," he said. Lightly wrapping the middle of the whip around her right wrist, he threaded the handle through the headboard railing. Coming around the back side of the headboard, he brought the end of the whip out the other side. Ben kneeled on the bed and grabbed her left wrist and wrapped in up with the leather. Instinctively she pulled against the bond, a small stab of unease slipped in heightening her arousal. For whatever reason, she trusted Ben completely.

  With her arms tied, he walked to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs," he told her.

  Not taking her eyes off his face, she moved her legs apart. Ben's dick twitched. She might be the one tied up but seeing the effect she had on him made her feel as if she were in control. She moved her legs wider and brought her knee up, putting herself completely on display.

  "Fuck, I can see how wet you are from here." He kneeled on the edge of the mattress and ran his hand up her leg. His fingers dipped into her pussy and she moaned. Removing his hand, he placed his fingers against her lips.

  "Taste how wet you are," he told her. Looking into his eyes, Celeste sucked his fingers into her mouth. Somehow sucking her own juices off his fingers seemed so dirty. Ben's eyes flared with lust making it so much hotter too. She ran her tongue along his fingers as if she were sucking his dick.

  He shuddered. "Damn, woman." Ben pulled his fingers out. Leaning over her body, he brought his mouth close to her face. "You're gonna pay for that."

  "Can't wait," she responded and arched her hips toward him.

  When his dick brushed against her body, he growled. At lightning speed, he moved his body away from her and positioned himself with his head between her thighs. "I'm gonna eat you until you beg me to stop."

  "Won't happen," she said, smiling. "I never get enough of that."

  He grinned. "We'll see."

  The first swipe of his tongue fired every nerve ending to life. She widened her legs even farther, encouraging him not to stop.

  With all the expertise of a man who enjoyed oral sex, Ben swirled his tongue around her nub, teasing her, coming close and pulling back. Drawing out her pleasure until she wanted to dig her hands into his hair and force his head where she needed it. She was desperate for the orgasm he taunted her with. "Ben," she whined, not even caring that she sounded needy.

  "Mmm," he murmured against her, the sound rolled against the lips of her pussy sending off its delicious vibrations. "Put your finger inside me," she begged.

  He eased one finger inside her, then a second and third, filling her so completely she moaned. "Yes."

  He glided his fingers in and out, never letting up with his tongue. Oh God, she was close. Panting, she clamped her thighs against his head to hold him in place, bucking her hips in rhythm with his fingers. "Oh yeah, Ben, right there," she called.

  He sucked her clit in between his lips and pulled, the sensation sent her sky rocketing toward her orgasm.

  Before the first climax was even finished he relentlessly dragged her back up, licking her pussy like a starving man. The second orgasm built on the first and drove her screaming headlong into ecstasy.

  By the time the third orgasm took her, Celeste felt like a limp noodle and still Ben's tongue teased her clit. There was no way she could go again. Summoning what little energy she had left, she tried to push him off with her legs. "Ben that's good," she sighed.

  "Mmm, I thought you could never get tired of this," he said, his fingers still teasing the lips as he talked, drawing on the steady thrum in her body. Oh God, there was no way he could make her orgasm again, could he? But the hum in her pussy said otherwise.

  "I'm not tired of you eating me, I just don't think I'll have the energy to move if you don't stop."

  Tracing his finger against her clit, he smiled. "I don't want you to be able to move. I want you satisfied beyond your wildest dreams."

  "Oh, honey, we're already there. What I want is to feel your cock buried so deep inside me your piercing hits spots I never knew existed."

  His eyes darkened to pitch black and he breathed deeply. "That sounds damn good, but you haven't begged me to stop yet," he said and dipped his head back down. He sucked her clit into his mouth and did something with his tongue that made her eyes roll back in her head as a wave of pure carnal bliss took over her body. Holy shit, apparently she could come again.

  Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, finally cresting before her arms hung limply at her head. The only thing keeping them upright was the whip. When Ben's tongue flicked out again, she shuddered. "Oh shit, no. Ben, seriously, I'm done. Please stop," she begged.

  Pushing himself up, he rested on his knees and wiped his mouth, his face a mixture of lust and triumph at making her beg him to stop eating her out. "Okay, you won," she sighed.

  "That was the most fun I've ever had winning a bet." He leaned up and untied her wrists and bent down to kiss her softly. "I'll let you rest up."

  "What? Oh hell no. I wasn't k
idding about you burying your cock in me. I can just lie here and enjoy, but we're having sex."

  "Cel, you can barely move," he said, laughing.

  "I know, isn't it great?" she sighed. With languid hands, she reached down and grabbed hold of his shaft. "I need to feel you inside me."

  He groaned. "Fuck, how can I say no to that?"

  Ben grabbed a condom and put it on. Placing himself at her entrance, he brushed a kiss across her lips. "You are amazing."

  "Show me how amazing you think I am," she said, arching her hips so he slid inside her body.

  Ben growled again. "Damn, Cel, you are so wet."

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him. "Let me celebrate that gift from the piercing gods again."

  He thrust deeply inside her and her breath caught at the intensity of the ball dragging across her G-spot after so many orgasms. He pulled back and thrust again and it was all she needed to feel another orgasm rip through her, more intense than anything she'd ever experienced.

  "Guess I didn't tire you out completely," Ben gritted out. "Holy shit," he groaned.

  It only took a couple more thrusts before Ben roared out his own orgasm. He collapsed against her.

  Exhausted, her legs flopped to the mattress. Celeste couldn't even move her arms to wrap them around him. "Jesus, Ben. That was off the charts, I don't think I'm going to be able to move for days."

  He kissed the side of her neck. "You'd better be able to because I still have plans for you."

  Even as tired as she was a shiver of excitement ran through her body.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  When she woke up, Celeste traced her hand over Ben's back as he lay on his stomach on the bed. She propped herself up on one arm and ran her finger around the edges of the tattoo that had caught her eye from the deck that first afternoon. "I love this tattoo. It's a phoenix right?"

  "Mmm hmm," he grunted, not even raising his head to look at her.

  She loved that she'd tired him out so well he could barely move.

  "Why a phoenix?" The muscles in his back tensed beneath her fingers. Okay, he clearly could move.

  "Umm, things were pretty rough growing up, and I wanted something to remind me."

  "Remind you?"

  He shifted his body and pushed onto his side to face her. "You really want to have this conversation?"

  "Yes, I really want to have this conversation. What did you want to be reminded of?" Celeste shifted her body closer to him. "I know we said we were going to keep things light but..." She wrinkled her nose. She'd passed light after the first time they slept together. Hell, she was running headfirst into something far deeper. "You can talk to me, I want to know."

  Ben sighed. "Umm, I'm originally from El Salvador."

  "Okay." Celeste waited for him to continue.

  He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort of disbelief. "Right, well... There was a civil war in my country and my dad was killed."

  Celeste gasped. She'd never even heard that there were problems in El Salvador. "When?"

  "I was twelve. My mother and I came to America as refugees after that." He shook his head. "A little late."

  "Do you wish your parents had tried to come sooner?"

  "They did," he said bitterly. "My dad tried to get us in when things started to get really bad but we were denied because we still lived in the country. It wasn't until he was killed and my mother and I snuck out of El Salvador and claimed refugee status that they let us come."

  "Oh my God, Ben. That's terrible. I'm so sorry."

  "Yeah." He shifted onto his back, put his arm behind his head and stared up at the roof. "I got the tattoo to remind me I survived that and everything that came after."

  Of course Celeste had heard of that kind of thing happening but never to someone she knew. She understood the need for bureaucracy but it didn't make it any easier for people living it. She rested her head against his chest. "I'm sorry about your dad."

  He stroked her hair with his free hand and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks."

  "So you live part-time here because it reminds you of home?"

  "Something like that."

  His body tensed beneath her head, obviously there was a lot more to it than that. "What do you mean something like that?"

  He blew out a deep breath. "Let's just say I have some conflicted feelings about the States and leave it at that."

  "What do you mean?

  He dropped his hand from her head. "Cel, can we drop it please?"

  "But, Ben." She didn't know why, but she felt as if she had to understand where he was coming from.

  "Seriously, let it go," he told her. The look on his face left no questions he meant business.

  "Fine." She shifted closer to him. "So you still want to go surfing today?"

  "Definitely," he told her.

  *****

  Over the next week of her vacation Celeste spent time surfing daily and enjoyed every possible moment she could with Ben. He slept at her place every night, heading off to work from there in the mornings.

  Since Ben had lessons all day with a group of tourists that had arrived the day before, Celeste agreed to head into Bucerias with her girlfriends for some shopping and lunch.

  At the outdoor market, she stopped to watch a man finger painting the most amazing picture on a tile. The skill that went into it was phenomenal. Whenever she finger painted, it looked as if it had been done by a child. This looked as if it had been done with a brush. She stared up the tiles trying to decide which one she wanted to buy. Finally she spotted a scene that reminded her of sunset from her bedroom window at the bungalow. It brought a smile to her face. She loved the idea that every time she looked at it she'd be reminded of Ben and their time together. She pointed out the picture she wanted, when a second picture caught her eye. This one was clearly of the beach that Ben had taken her to. Perfect.

  Purchasing both pictures, she fell into step with her friends as they headed into a restaurant on the beach. "Why'd you buy two?" Nancy asked.

  "One's for Ben, just a little something to remember me by." Damn, the moment the words slipped past her lips, the happiness of the day vanished. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want this thing with Ben to ever end.

  Nancy wrapped her arms around her. "Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry, you really like him, huh?"

  Celeste rested her head against her friends shoulder, drawing from her strength before she pulled back in her seat. "Yeah, stupid I know. This was supposed to be a vacation fling, but God, I'm crazy about him. How did I let this happen?"

  Sarah leaned across the table and squeezed her hand. "Not stupid, Cel. It's amazing that you met someone. Who knows, maybe he could come visit or something. I mean, you said he lives part-time in the States, so why not Seattle?"

  "You think?" she asked, unable to keep the hope from her voice. Ben coming to Seattle would be like a dream come true then this thing between them wouldn't have to be just a vacation fling. She couldn't wait to talk to Ben about the possibility.

  *****

  When they got back to the bungalow that night, Ben was already sitting on the deck waiting for her. "Hi, did you have fun today?" he asked when she stepped outside.

  "Yeah we did, it was a lot of fun. Hang on, I got something for you," she told him and turned to head back inside. Instead of waiting for her on the deck, Ben followed her into her room.

  She pulled the picture out of her bag and turned toward him. "Here, it's to remind you of me."

  He took the picture from her. As he looked at it a smile slid across his face. "All that's missing is some sex on the beach and it'd be perfect."

  Celeste slapped his arm. "I didn't go into that kind of market," she laughed.

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, Celeste. I appreciate it. You don't need to worry, I'm not going to forget you."

  She squeezed him tightly. "I hope not." Glancing up at his face, she nervously bit her bottom lip. "Umm...
I was thinking maybe we could see where this thing goes. I mean with email and webcams we could still chat regularly and you get back to the States periodically."

  "Cel...," he started.

  At the look on his face, she realized she was scared to hear his answer. She put her fingers in front of his lips to stop him from talking. "Just think about it, okay?"

  "Yeah, okay," he said.

  Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her lips. The soft, gentle kiss quickly turned passionate, engulfing her in flames. How could he not want to see where this took them? Everything about it felt so right.

  Ben backed them up until they hit the mattress. Sitting down he pulled her onto his lap, shifting her so she straddled his waist. Hot, hungry kisses consumed her. Skin, she needed to feel his skin. Her hands pushed the material of his shirt out of the way. Her hand slid against his hot, muscular chest and she sighed. This was exactly what she needed. Ben, just Ben and the way he made her feel.

  He pulled off her shirt and bra and dropped them on the floor. Leaning back, he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off with one hand, in a move that always made her stomach quiver.

  Ben stood with her legs still wrapped around his waist and turned so he could place her on the bed. He looked down at her in a way she'd never seen before. It had all the lust she normally saw but beneath that was something else, a gentleness and understanding she'd never seen before. She prayed he was feeling the same thing she was. When his lips touched hers, she poured all of her love and emotion into the kiss. Ben groaned and matched her emotions. The kiss was hungry and sweet, angry and needy all at once. She needed more time. What was between them was far from simple.

  Pulling back from the kiss, Ben pulled off her pants followed by his own. He took care of the protection and placed his dick at the entrance of her body. She expected him to thrust inside her but he didn't. He just looked at her with an odd expression on his face.

  He leaned down and rested his nose against hers, not taking his eyes off her. "I am so crazy about you, Cel," he said and kissed her. As the kiss deepened he pressed inside her, filling her completely. It felt right, a more emotional joining then she'd ever experienced.