Page 33 of Deadly Aloha
But so far, there seemed to be a good crowd. Pauly did a good job of acting offended and Emi looked utterly ashamed as he stripped her naked in front of everyone. Her strap-on heels were the only thing she was now wearing.
I looped my arm around Lu’s waist. Putting my mouth to her ear so the cameras didn’t pick up on my voice, I said, “Last chance. Tell me ‘no’ and I walk.”
Lu stiffened at my touch, when only this afternoon she’d let me fuck her. Twice. I didn’t understand what it was that was going on inside her head. “Fuck who you want, Aloiki. I’m not in charge of your dick.”
My eyes narrowed, but I knew Lu too well. It didn’t matter that we’d only recently reconnected. I knewLu, and she didn’t want this. She was trying to prove something, either to me or to herself. She may even feel like shehadto do this.
Well, fuck that. “Fine. Then undo my pants.”
“What?” Lu gasped, a little too loud. Thankfully, the music and the crowd would help drown the single word out. Still, I saw the cameraman in front of us glare over his shoulder until he saw that it was me standing behind him.
I chuckled, rubbing my nose against her temple. “If you’re so okay with this, then undo my pants and put the condom on me.” For good measure, I even had the rubber packet already broken open. Lu’s eyes went wide and I saw her swallow hard. Almost nervous like. Which wasnotlike Lu.
But she was no coward.
She stepped forward, chin high, and turned her back onto the middle of the club where Pauly was tying Emi’s hands above her head. Any minute now, the DJ would lower the music down to make the announcement inviting others to come up and fuck her. I saw Tangaloa and some of his people start to step forward. They would keep the others back as Makana and my guys took first dibs.
In a quick, jerking motion, Lu undid the button of my shorts. Her touch was rough, hurried, as she pulled my cock out. I was only half-hard, and that had everything to do with Lu touchingme and nothing to do with the scene currently taking place across the room from us.
She yanked the condom from my hand so hard that she nearly dropped it. After pulling it from the packet, she placed the folded latex on the rounded head of my cock before rolling it down.
The one thing she didn’t do was meet my eyes as she did it. And I caught the slight tremble of her hands, the stiffness of her back.
She didn’t want this, yet she wasn’t stopping me. Why the fuck not? What exactly did she think she would prove by watching me fuck another woman?
After a quick roll of her shoulders, Lu looked up at me. There was such defiance in her eyes that it nearly covered the pain of what she was doing.
I kept myself from asking her, though. She was a big girl who was making her own decision. I leaned forward. “Now kiss me,” I ordered.
Lu tried to cover her flinch, but failed. Still, she rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me quickly on the lips. It was ridiculous, like she was kissing a relative goodbye. Have it her way, though. When the announcement came over the speakers, I started forward with the other actors.
As Makana got to Emi first, I hung back. I still had no intention of actually fucking Emi, but I couldn’t be standing here with my dick half-hard, condom hanging loosely, and my pants undone on camera. Like the others near me, I started to pump my cock in anticipation of fucking this woman now available and crying from the humiliation her boyfriend was putting her through. Emi certainly could act, but then, I already knew that.
I’m not entirely sure what made me glance over my shoulder just then. But I did, and in that moment, I saw the utter pain on Lu’s face as she stared directly at my back.
Fuck. This.
I stepped out of line of the cameras, ripped the condom off my dick, but didn’t bother to zip myself back up. Charging to Lu, I none too gently took her by the arm and dragged her down the hallway to our immediate right where the bathrooms were. Just before we entered, I caught Tangaloa’s eye and he gave me a nod. Since the music was still too loud for the conversation we were about to have, I pushed open the men’s room door and pulled Lu inside with me.
We were alone. As soon as the door closed, muffling the loud shouts and music from the main room, I threw the lock and pushed Lu’s back against the door. She was wearing a sexy as fuck sarong skirt and a bikini bra with a see-through top. When she’d gotten dressed earlier in the night, I’d taken the shorts she had been about to put on and replaced them with this skirt. I knew my Lu, and I knew that she was stubborn enough to take whateverthiswas to the very last possible moment, which would lead us to have another talk.
Never thought I’d enjoy talking so fucking much.
An easy tug of the knot and her sarong was on the floor. A quick swipe of my pocket knife removed her thong. While she stood there, letting me disrobe her, she wasn’t an active participant. She still wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Dropping to my knees, my cock nearly at full mast but not quite there yet, I buried my face in her bare pussy. She was wet, meaningher bodywanted me. Pulling away, I looked up her perfect form, past her flat belly and her round tits to her face. She still wasn’t looking at me.
I moved one of her knees up to my shoulder, widening her glistening entrance for my viewing pleasure. In my line of work, I saw a lot of naked bodies. I got asked once how I could work with other naked men. My answer was as simple as it was true: men don’t affect me. I was able to stand in a half-circleof naked men with all of our dicks out because I was entirely concentrating on the woman or women in our midst. The other guys were barely a blip on my radar. My sole focus washer.
And that had been true. For years of silent suffering, of quiet self-punishment, I had concentrated on whatever woman was in front of me because it kept me from thinking ofthiswoman. My woman. Mywahine. The one I’d let walk away.
I’d fucked her three times now, but I had yet to taste her. To take my time and relearn every inch of her form. I couldn’t do that now. As much as I wanted to, she deserved better than a men’s room in a night club where a free use porn shoot was taking place just on the other side of the door. Even I wasn’t that much of an asshole. At least, not when it came to Lu.
But I’d made her a promise that we wouldn’t talk without me being inside her, and I wouldneverbreak a promise to her again.
Burying my face between her spread legs, I inhaled deeply. There were several scents that I attributed to ‘home’. The salty air of the ocean, the earthy aroma of sand, the musk of Koa, the leather of my hat… None of it compared to the sweet tang of Lu. I swore I’d be able to pick out her scent from a Pussy Lineup. I could remain here with my face between her legs, just breathing, and be content.
But I still needed answers, so I unfortunately pulled away. She was wet enough to take me, and I’d only make her more so once I was inside her.
