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I pace away from the library, through the hallway, then open the front door and walk towards the beach. Despite the knowledge that my plan is going well, I’m still filled with a nervy sort of energy. Being in such close proximity to her back there in the library has put me on edge. It was like torture, holding myself back from returning her kiss and ignoring the firm press of her body up against mine. My cock ached to conclude what we’d started a few weeks ago, but I know it would’ve been disastrous to give in to my carnal need, to strip that sexy white suit off her and make her moan right there, laid out across my desk.
Fuck.
I have to take a deep, calming breath and focus on the horizon with its fluffy white clouds dotted in random patterns across the brilliant azure blue, to snap my thoughts away from that particular fantasy. I’ll get to do it at some point. Just not yet.
The sea is calm today and gently laps at the sand as I stroll up and down the beach, matching my breathing to the rise and fall of my feet to bring me back to a state of composure. The water looks inviting and I imagine how fantastic it would feel, rushing over my overheated skin.
Hell, I don’t know why I’m stopping myself. I have some time to kill, after all.
So I strip off. Everything. There’s no other island even remotely near enough from where I can be seen and boats rarely sail close enough to my shore for anyone to spot me flashing my dick at them.
As I anticipated, the cool water on my skin feels incredible as I wade into the sea, pushing against the rhythmic swell of the waves. Shivers of pleasure rush through me as I go from the searing hot heat of the day to the cold depths of the clear, aquamarine water.
I’m intensely aware of my heart thumping against my chest as I begin to swim away from the shore. She’s done that to me, April, with her attempt to seduce me into completing the deal before I was ready. I’m feeling a mixture of irritation, sexual frustration and longing now and I know I need to pull myself together before I face her again or I might end up doing something I regret later. Timing is everything here.
I manage to work off most of the adrenaline surging through my veins by swimming hard up and down parallel to the shore, changing my stroke on each turn. Finally, breathless and thoroughly worked out, I turn back towards the shore and let the waves carry me back towards the beach. As soon as it’s possible, I put my feet down onto the ever-shifting sand and stand up. The water is still chest-deep and as I straighten I feel my hard cock—which has refused to go down despite the vigorous exercise and my attempts to try and blank my mind of her—bob against my stomach.
Instinctively I reach down into the water and take it in my hand, giving it a firm tug, trying to placate my need to be touched. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Now the memory of April pressed up against that wall at the charity fundraiser with me thrusting inside her, her mouth slack and her eyes wide with desire, spins into my head and I can’t help but give my dick a couple more rough tugs in response to it.
The look she’d had in her eyes reminded me of the way she used to look at me when we were together. With such open heat and devotion. One of my favourite recollections from that long-ago time was when she was on her knees in front of me with my cock deep in her throat, her eyes open and fixed on mine. Totally subservient. Totally turned on. Totally trusting as I slid in and out of her mouth, feeling her tongue working hard at the end of my cock, catching a spot in a way she knew sent me crazy.
I turn away from the house and face out to sea, the memory playing on repeat in my mind as I work my dick in serious strokes now. I need the release from the erotic thrall she has me in so I can go back in there and maintain control over the situation. And this seems to be the only way to get that.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the image of her taking my cock in her mouth again, satisfying my greedy need. My hand works frantically, my thumb catching the head, and I imagine it’s her mouth and tongue on me, sucking, licking and swallowing. Taking me deep, her eyes staring into mine with a look of utter reverence.
I come hard, my body shaking with blessed relief, my semen mixing with the salty body of water and floating away with my happy memories and crushed dreams.
Hell, I miss what we had.
CHAPTER FOUR
April
IFINISHMYfinal phone call fifty-five minutes after Jamie left me alone in the library and turn the ringer off before slipping my mobile into my bag. I’m not going to turn it off fully, just in case there’s an emergency, despite agreeing not to take any calls. Not that Jamie needs to know that. I’ll be discreet.
I turn to look out of the wide windows which afford a magnificent view of the sea, showing only a couple of small islands in the far distance. We really are cut off here. Alone together. A shiver rushes over my skin, but it’s not fear. I think it’s actually nervous expectation. Or something like it. It’s been a long time since I took any kind of holiday and, even though I’ll beonthe whole time I’m here with Jamie, at least I’ll be doing it on a sun-drenched island.
My gaze snags on a movement in the distance. There’s something in the sea, right in front of the white sand beach I’d seen as the yacht had come in to dock at the island’s small harbour.
I peer harder. It’s not a something, it’s a someone. It’s Jamie. He’s chest-deep in the water, his bare, broad back to me, and he appears to be staring out to sea as if transfixed. But there’s a strange movement happening. His right arm and shoulder are jerking up and down, making the muscles in his powerful back bunch then release.
It takes me a moment to realise what’s going on. He’s masturbating.
Is that because of me? Of what could have happened here in the library before he stopped it? Before he told me he wanted to build the anticipation? Is he, in actual fact, having trouble with that notion himself?
The thought of it sends a surge of relief through me. So it’s not just me struggling with the tension between us. Good. That gives me more power here than I thought I had. I can use that.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him, though. I’m transfixed. Hot pressure pools at the juncture to my thighs and I feel my pussy swell and throb with interest. I’ve not felt this turned on in years. I’ve had plenty of sex since I broke up with Jamie, but my sex drive hasn’t been the same, and I often don’t orgasm, or orgasm well. Not that it’s bothered me that much. I’ve put it down to using all my sexual energy for working as hard as I do, which to me has been a fair trade-off. But my libido seems to have come raging back to life since that night at the charity ball. Thecoitus interruptushas left me with a strange, hollow sort of ache inside me. One I’ve not been able to sate by myself, no matter how many times I’ve tried.
Thanks to Jamie and his tormenting games.
The obnoxious bastard.
His movements seem to reach a crescendo and a wave of electric lust crashes over me as I see his shoulders first stiffen, then slump in relief.
Strange echoes of what I imagine he must be feeling ripple through me and I’m almost jealous of him. I suddenly want to be that abandoned. That un-self-conscious and free to enjoy my desires again.
As I used to be when I was with him.
