Full Disclosure Ch. 14

Number 14: Elijah's Escape

Elijah sat slumped over his meal at the far end of the restaurant bar, closed off from anyone who might come talk to him, and downed two whiskeys with his meal to calm his nerves. He was deeply regretting his argument with Natalie, this was not at all how their vacation was supposed to go down. And he couldn't believe he'd placed the blame on her. While there was blame to share, she had not produced the man he was out of thin air. He'd made all of his decisions along the way, and to blame her for things he genuinely appreciated sickened him.

But he could not go back. It wasn't even like he thought she'd still be there; she'd probably taken off after her nap to Etienne, who was providing her with something she needed; something Elijah was lacking, though he'd had yet to pinpoint what it was. Accidental scratches that were 'maybe-on-purpose'--which was not so far out of the realm of possibility, knowing how Leah was--were not what the argument was about. Just a straw on a camel's back, as he couldn't remember the last time she'd ever taken issue with him. All those walks and jogs and time alone hadn't settled her as they'd both thought, they'd instead piled up issues that had surfaced over the very least of their problems.

And she was right. If he'd known they were there, he would have hidden them, as it was absolutely disrespectful. When he stared at her at the end of their fight, imagined marks on her body from someone she'd been with, he'd felt a rage at the very thought. But there was no taking back what he'd said before then, they'd passed the point of no return there.

Yet another night apart? This was not how it was supposed to go down. In their list of rules, it had been agreed that for every minute spent apart they would spend two together. Then he got thinking about how many rules had been broken, wondering what could possibly be left.

That if it ended, it would be done with grace and kindness. Was that all they had left? An ending? And considering that everything had been broken by this point, would that be the last to go? Or could they salvage their final rule. Still, in order to salvage that, it would mean they were actually over, and Elijah was not prepared to even imagine it.

When he began walking to the club, Vincent and Heath were walking out of it with Daisy and Amber. "Yo, Elijah," Vincent cried as they approached. "We're heading down to a bonfire at the beach."

"Oh?" he asked. "I didn't even know they did that."

Heath slung his arm around Amber. "I think they had one when we first arrived? No idea, we just heard about it talking to some people. You coming?"

"We're just going to swing by the bar and get a few bottles of tequila," Vincent added. "Grab the wife and come with!"

Elijah frowned, jamming his hands into his pockets. He began to make an excuse that she wasn't feeling well, but then thought better of it; that wouldn't slide so well if he ran into her down there. "We're doing our own things tonight," he said, then shrugged. "Let's get some liquor!"

After ordering four bottles of tequila, Elijah buying a bottle of bourbon, they left the hotel and made their way past the pool toward the trail, able to see the yellow flames on the beach.

"Isn't it weird to you though that guys around here are just looking to get laid?" Heath was asking Amber as they walked.

She laughed, as did Daisy. "Wait, so you think we're the ones being used? Like little sex objects or something?" she asked playfully, albeit aghast. "Let me ask you something."

"Okay."

"If I said I wanted to hook up tonight, would you say yes?" she posed as they walked, turning down the path.

"Yeah," Heath agreed openly, with a tone of excitement.

"Okay," Amber responded. "But if I didn't ask, you may try to find some girl, but there's no guarantee, right?"

"Well..." Heath began hesitantly.

"And there it is!" Daisy cried delightedly, the first one to hit the sand, and spun towards the others pointing her finger at Heath.

"There what is?" he asked in confusion. Elijah was equally curious where this was going.

"My point," Amber continued. "If anything, we are using you as our sex objects. Any woman here could pick any guy she wanted and never receive a no, because men are easy! They just count themselves lucky when someone is interested. Ultimately, it's up to us!"

"The girls!" Daisy emphasized proudly. "You guys get all hazy around tits and ass, doesn't matter who. We get to pick who we want, not the other way around!"

"They've got a point," Vincent said to Elijah, and Elijah exhaled low laughter as they began to make their way to the roaring flames down the beach.

It was true as much here as it was anywhere. A woman could walk into a bar and have her pick of the litter, men just didn't say no to sex. But they were refused it often enough when they'd make an approach. "How did this even get started?" he asked Vincent.

"Oh, something back in the club just as we were deciding to leave," Vincent explained casually. "Some guy was talking to Amber, Heath got jealous, and when Amber was leaving with us he said something about how the guy just wanted to use her to get off... who knows, I didn't catch it all."

"So they're...?" Elijah prompted.

"Just over the last few nights," Vincent said. "Heath really likes her. She's pretty tough, and he's pretty naïve, so it's amusing how she keeps him in check."

They arrived at the flames, where thirty people or so milled about in smaller groupings, some sitting, some standing, everyone drinking and having a good time. Elijah spun the cap to his bottle of bourbon and took a swig, not too into meeting new people for the time being, instead just listening to the conversations around him. His interest was only in getting drunk enough to forget his fight with Natalie.

There was amusement to be had, like when six girls stripped down and ran into the water for some late night skinny dipping, followed by a few guys a minute later who had realized they wanted in, and Amber and Daisy's conversation with Heath returned briefly, just long enough for him to see the truth of it in action.

After leaving to some bushes in the darkness to relieve himself, Elijah sat down on the seating of one of the palapas with his bottle, watching the scene from afar. He was having a good enough time, but still hadn't let go of his fight; it would take much more of the bourbon to forget that nightmare, and after a little while, he lost interest in the flames and stared out at the water; the stars in the sky so much brighter here due to the lack of city lights. And a calm set in along with the warmth of the alcohol.

"Hey dude," Elijah heard, looked over while squinting to make out the silhouette of Vincent as he approached. "Am I interrupting?"

Spinning the bottle, Elijah shook his head. "Nah," he responded. "Just taking some time out alone for a bit."

Still in shadow from the bright fire behind him, Vincent's silhouette gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "I can leave you, if you want."

"Nope," Elijah responded, then slid over on the wooden platform so he was less in the middle. "Have a seat."

Vincent crashed down beside him, taking a swig from his own bottle of tequila. "Fucking beautiful out here, isn't it?" he asked, elbows on his knees as he looked out over the view that Elijah had been enjoying.

"I can't remember seeing the stars like this," Elijah said, peering up at the sky. "Camping a few years ago with Nat, I guess. Up in the mountains. We used to camp a lot, but life ended up getting in the way of vacations like that."

"I love camping," Vincent said. "I go by myself. Load up the mountain bike and get away where I know no one will go. Obscure trails." There was a long beat of silence before Vincent chuckled under his breath. "Is it weird that we're friends?" he asked, which to Elijah, had come out of nowhere. "I mean, after the night in the hot tub?"

Elijah blew out a laugh. "You mean after fucking my wife?"

"Yeah, that," Vincent agreed, leaning back and laughing comfortably. "I've fucked married women before, and believe me, their husbands didn't end up golfing with me later!"

Shaking his head, Elijah finally started to feel at ease. "Nah, it's not weird," he said. He'd come to genuinely look at Vincent as a friend, and a nice escape from the drama back at the pool when he needed it. The guy was just cool and casual, easy to get along with. "I could have said no, so that gives you a pretty good indication of what we're both okay with."

"I'm glad," Vincent said. "You're someone I'd hang out with at home. And around here, you're the only guy I've met who comes close to that, which I guess goes to show you how selective I am with friends."

"What about Heath?" Elijah asked.

"Friend from home," Vincent explained, then took a long swig of his bottle. "Went through a bad break up. Turned to his eternal bachelor friend to try to forget about her. I figured the best way would be to bring him here. Seems to be working out for him."

Elijah sighed, leaned back on an elbow as he took a drink of his bourbon. "Fucking bizarre place," he noted under his breath.

"You're telling me," Vincent said in agreement. "First time I've ever been with a woman while her husband chilled in the hot tub. Not really a common thing. Only here."

A silence fell over them as they heard the giggles of two girls, able to see the shadowy figures walking their way, though further down the beach, obviously oblivious to their presence, simply taking a stroll.

Just as they were about to walk by without noticing Elijah and Vincent, Vincent held up his hand. "Don't go too far," he called out, and one of the girls shrieked, jumping while pulling her friend back. Elijah and Vincent nearly collapsed in laughter. "For exactly that reason," Vincent continued, barely able to get the words out. "It's dark out here and you never know who's around!"

"You scared the shit out of us," the girl who'd leapt cried, her hand on her chest as she bent over.

"Yup," Vincent continued. "Lucky for you, we're safe. But lots of people drinking here. I'm not saying others aren't safe, but alcohol can mean bad decisions. Just warning you to be careful."

They deliberated for a moment in hushed whispers, then made their approach, simply shadows until a few feet in front of the two, when their figures finally had just enough illumination from the bonfire raging down the way, and they both looked pale from their scare.

"You're right," one of them said. "We just wanted to take a walk."

The other looked between Vincent and Elijah, then frowned. "You guys a thing?" she asked, pointing between the two. "No judgment, of course!"

Elijah couldn't contain his laughter. "Oh no," he said. "Not a thing. Two guys wanting to get away for awhile, just like you."

"It's just so loud," the first said, turning her head back to the flames. "I mean, fun and everything, but you have it right. Mind if we chill?"

"Not at all," Vincent said, scooting back on the round platform. He held up the bottle as the two girls occupied the space he'd left, causing Elijah to scoot back as well to give them room. "Tequila?"

"Ooh, yes please!" the girl who had shrieked said, taking the bottle and sending it back. After swallowing and wiping her lips, she said, "I'm Chloe, and this is my cousin Becca."

"Vincent, and my buddy Elijah," Vincent said. "New here?"

"Came in Saturday," Becca responded, taking the bottle from her cousin.

"Figured," Vincent responded, then held up his hands defensively. "Only because I don't think most who have been here would walk the beach alone once they see how frisky people can be. Again, we're safe."

Elijah cut in. "Everyone here is, you know the process they have, no doubt you had to apply the same way. Plus there's a ton of staff and alarms everywhere." He wanted to reassure them that they hadn't done anything too wrong, but Vincent's warnings were completely on point. "But on the beach, you don't have the safety you'd have back up at the hotel. That's all we're saying."

"You are really good guys," Chloe said, handing Vincent back his bottle. "Thanks for the tip."

"Well, feel free to stick around," Vincent continued. "We both have more than enough alcohol to share. We were just talking about the stars; how gorgeous the sky is."

Becca grinned, or at least Elijah thought she did; it was difficult to see. "Our other reason for taking a walk," she said. "Get out where it's a bit darker and just sit for awhile."

Offering his bottle over, Elijah said, "It's bourbon, but if you want some, help yourself."

"Never had it before," Becca said, taking the bottle from him. She stared down at it, but again, it was too dark for her to make heads or tails of the label. "Any good?"

Shrugging, Elijah brought his knees up, placing his arms on them. "I think so," he replied. "Not much difference between bourbon and whiskey. Just a bit lighter, American instead of Scottish. Corn instead of grain. Subtle difference."

"Well, bottom's up," Becca said, then took a sip. Her face scrunched together for a moment, and Elijah smiled. "Pretty strong, but good. Definitely better than tequila."

"Blasphemy," Vincent said. "You're in Mexico. You should be drinking tequila."

Elijah groaned good-naturedly. "Or you can drink what you like, wherever you want."

"Well, I'll take more tequila," Chloe said, leaning into Vincent and taking the bottle from him. He willingly released his grip on the bottle, and Chloe leaned against his left leg as he straightened the other one while taking a sip.

From the right, it made it harder for Elijah to see what she looked like with the fire off to his left, but she was tiny in frame compared to Vincent, wearing the same as her cousin; bikini top and sarong around her hips, the standard for most women around here while not tanning by the pool or on the beach. Her hair was dark, though impossible to make out the shade, and in a ponytail.

Becca also had darker hair, but since the fire illuminated her face, he could see that it was some shade of brown, not black, and worn down with clips on the sides above her ears. Just as tiny, they both looked young, but he decided not to ask, instead taking the bottle back from her, as he'd just hit the line of "suitably drunk" enough to be relaxed and in the moment instead of suffering over his fight with Nat, and that absolutely needed to be maintained.

As more conversation took place, the bottles continued to circle until nearly emptied. With this came a sort of coupling that had snuck up on Elijah. Chloe, while having moved between Vincent's legs to lean against his raised knee early, had inched closer and closer, and now had an arm wrapped around his neck while sitting on his thigh. Becca had seemed to echo the trend, scooting closer to Elijah, though sitting with her bottom between his legs, her own hooked over his left.

"You seem really cute," Becca said at one point to Elijah, leaning forward so her face was inches from his. She ran a hand through his hair at his forehead. "Hard to tell in this light, especially with the curtains. Are you cute?"

A burst of laughter caught in Elijah's throat that had a growl to it. "I don't know," he responded. "We could always walk back to the bonfire so you can get a better look at me."

"I think he's cute," Chloe sang airily. "They both are. Plus they have to be here, right? We're pretty cute, too."

"We don't need a lot of light to see that, but I know a trick," Vincent said. Having to truly strain to reach towards the edge of the palapa, suddenly café lights that were draped around it illuminated the four of them. "Let there be light!" he announced triumphantly as he eased back into place with Chloe. "And the curtains add a nice glow inside. We can see well, but since the lights wrap around the outside, no one can see us."

Elijah shot him a look, knowing what he was insinuating and not entirely sure if it was anything he wanted to take part in. While he'd been drinking, he hadn't lost all semblance of control. Just his inhibitions, which was enough, but still.

Be that as it may, the insinuation wasn't just noticed by him. "Oh really?" Chloe asked, her tone sounded a bit more wicked than before. She gazed around the palapa. "I guess I didn't really think about that."

"Maybe you aren't such good guys after all," Becca said, just as playfully, and Elijah felt her hand stroke his chest. "Was this all a ploy?"

"No ploy," Elijah responded genuinely. "We were really just bullshitting, taking some time away from the group."

Becca shrugged, her hand continuing down over his tee. "Good to know," she said, then leaned closer until her face was just inches from his. "Doesn't really matter though. We're here now."

Turning to Vincent, Elijah stared at him with wide eyes, trying to take a cue. In response, Vincent pulled the strap of Chloe's bikini down with a shrug, then trailed his fingers across the skin just above her breast. "You know I don't care," he said to Elijah.

Fair point, Elijah had seen him fuck Natalie right in front of him. Vincent had no problem messing around with someone while other people were around. Still, Elijah was not fully convinced, wracking his brain, trying to turn off the drunk if only for a minute to make a clear decision.

The time was not allowed, however, as Becca's hand finally finished its journey to his groin and began massaging him over his shorts, and that was when he lost all semblance of doubt, giving up on trying to find clarity. Placing his hand on hers, however, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Laughing delightedly, Becca bit her lip. "I'm sure," she responded. "He said no one can see."

Chloe leaned out to the front of the palapa, having to bend over on all fours as she pulled the curtains so they were fully shrouded in privacy. "And now we can be fully sure of it, just in case someone walks by."

Elijah watched as Vincent pulled at her hips to bring her back to his lap, but his attention refocused on Becca as she slid her hand down his swim shorts and gripped him. There went the last of his doubts, giving into the fact that this was now absolutely happening with a moan as her fingers rolled against his shaft. Leaning back on his elbows, he was surprised to find stiff cushions behind him, then had a 'duh' moment that of course there were cushions; this was where people would disappear to mess around in on the beach.

This made Becca start to pull his shorts down, and he raised his ass to allow it. The second he was freed, she leaned over and took him in her mouth. With a sharp exhale, Elijah swept her hair over her shoulder so he could see what she was doing, make the occasional eye contact; enough to send him into ecstasy while feeling her tongue draw circles with such enthusiasm.

Glancing over, Vincent had removed Chloe's bikini and was untying her sarong while she kneeled in front of him, his legs on either side of her knees. He had to recognize that the scenario was pretty fucking hot, his new friend and two strangers getting dirty in the private palapa. It reminded him of camping; when he and Natalie would steal away from their friends into the shadowy depths of their tent, illuminated only by the campfire. Only this palapa had thin white billowy curtains that offered more illumination than a tent, enhancing silhouettes and features while still a bit more light-deprived enough to mostly rely on feelings.

And feeling, he was, as Becca continued to suck him. It was sloppy and wet and a little clumsy, but in his state of mind, it felt fucking amazing. He didn't have think about anything at all, just feel, leaning back and sweeping his hand through her hair as he grew. Her lips kissed and sucked down the side of his shaft to the hilt, looking up at him for approval.

"C'mere," he drawled, beckoning her with his head. Becca climbed over him until he was able to lace his fingers into her long dark hair and kiss her, which went returned with as much vigor as her mouth had used on his cock. He felt her shiver, ran his hand down over her back. "Are you cold?"

Shaking her head, her fingers danced across the neck of his tee shirt. "No," she said quietly. "A little nervous? I, uh... I want to make you happy."

"I'm happy," Elijah responded, continuing to brush over her skin, sweeping at her hair once more so it fell to his right. "But it's more important to me that you're happy. We don't have to do anything, just because they are."

Glancing over at Vincent and Chloe, she was fully nude, Vincent shirtless, and she'd wrapped her legs around him while perching on his thighs, kissing him while Vincent freely fondled her breasts. "Chloe's wilder than I am," Becca admitted, bringing Elijah's attention back to her. "I've never done anything this publicly, and I'm not really sure what to do. But I want to! It was literally the reason I wanted to come with her. Be more adventurous."

"Okay," Elijah said seriously, bringing his hand to the back of her bikini. "But if you want to stop, just say the word. We've been drinking, but that doesn't mean I'm a bad guy."

"I'm not worried," Becca breathed, and with that, he unclasped the hook at her back, then spread the straps down her arms until it fell upon his chest. With his other hand, he cupped her breast, fitting nicely against his palm with a hard nub of a nipple, and she breathed out a moan. "Oh, yes, touch me," she exhaled, pressing her chest harder against his hand.

While kneading her, he entered in another deep kiss while his other hand worked off her sarong. Once it slipped away, he grabbed her ass; so tiny and firm, and he couldn't help but curve his fingers between her legs, hoisting her further up his chest so he could apply some pressure, running the length of her slit on top of the bikini over and over again. When he heard a moan from Chloe coupled with a grunt from Vincent, he didn't need to look to know what was going on, but it amplified a need.

Becca must have received the same effect, as she reached down and started working her bikini bottoms off, which Elijah gladly assisted with until, after some serious jockeying, she managed to kick them off her feet, then hovered over him once more.

"Sit up," Elijah urged, sliding a hand to her ass, again noting how tiny she was as her back straightened; straddling him, but hovering high enough for him to reach between their bodies, stroke himself a few times before getting himself between her legs at her entrance. To be certain she was ready, he ran his fingers up between her legs, finding her wet, and she shivered once more, exhaling a loud 'ahhh'.

With his hands on her thighs, thumbs between her legs, he could feel the tendons and felt his heart race. So thin and lithe, spread above him, and he couldn't help but allow his thumbs to trace them before he began to apply some pressure while raising his ass, feeling her firm resistance as the head of his dick tried to push in.

The noise she made was not a pleasurable one, and with her hands on his stomach, she seemed to be fighting back. "Shh," he breathed soothingly. "Just relax for me."

"I--I didn't realize how big you are," she stuttered, then hissed in a deep breath between bared teeth. "Oh my god, I don't know if I can... it hurts."

Elijah opened his mouth to sooth her hesitations; really, if she relaxed and stopped clenching, it would be fine. He was completely aware his girth could give some push back, and he wasn't nearly as large as some men. To assist, he began to rub her labia in an attempt to raise her arousal enough, stroking and teasing her clit.

Instead, he heard Chloe's laugh and looked over just in time to see her reach out and smack Becca's shoulder. Vincent was sitting up with his arms around her, and she was riding him. "Jesus, Becca," Chloe cried. "Relax! You're such a baby sometimes!"

"Hey," Vincent said with a laugh, then coaxed her head back to face him with a hand on her cheek. "Leave them be."

"Becca," Elijah cooed, relieving all the pressure and focusing on the motions of his fingers. "You don't have to do anything. Or I can help you get more ready." He was also sobering fast, rethinking everything altogether.

Shaking her head furiously, Becca said, "No, no, I'm ready." She sucked in a deep breath. "I'm definitely ready. Just go slow."

With a nod, Elijah gripped the very top of her thighs once more; he usually liked to hold hips, but something about those tendons was intoxicating on her body, and his thumbs could not get enough of feeling how taut they were. "We'll go slow," he agreed, then applied a little pressure while raising his ass once more, feeling the head begin to sink in against muscles that quaked as they fought to accept him.

The loud 'Nnnn' sound from Becca carried through the night until his head had pressed beyond her outer muscles, and she finally heaved in a deep breath. "So good," Elijah said with encouragement. "We're there. Now just relax."

She was so far from relaxed that Elijah was ready to call it; this whole affair was so unnecessary. That being said, he was hoping it would continue, as he was rock hard with his cock a few inches inside a beautiful woman. But Becca surprised him by nodding. "I'm relaxed," she insisted. "I'm ready."

And so Elijah once again applied more pressure as she sunk down upon him with loud moans that bordered on protest, but were at least containing partial pleasure, unlike before. "Oh, god, you feel good," Elijah groaned, meaning it fully as his journey upwards continued. He'd known tight, and he'd known muscles that protested, and maybe it was just that he was drunk, but holy fuck she felt good. "Just a little more..."

Finally she was to his hilt; he could feel her thighs against his skin, her ass against his balls, and he exhaled, as the journey had been just as difficult on him as it probably had been for her. Stroking her thighs, he took a long moment to feel himself fully encased inside of her while wetting his lips. To emphasize the pressure, he wrapped his hands around to her ass and pulled as he pushed, relishing in her loud moan. It was so exquisite, he didn't even really want to move; could just lay here with this girl impaled upon him. But he began to push and pull on her thighs to create a rocking motion, remembering how much better it all was with movement than without.

When he noticed she was rocking back and forth without his hands urging her to, he allowed his hands to wander the unknown body, his to explore. Placing one hand upon hers that was splayed on his stomach, he traversed her landscape with the other; up her stomach, giving attention to each of her firm breasts... so firm, everything about her was firm and taut, it was incredible.

She seemed to be getting more into it with each minute that passed, enough that he was finally able to thrust back against her while she rode him, and his pleasure was rising, as well as his energy. For a few minutes there, he'd been so relaxed and in his own reverie, but now he was ready to really pick up the tempo due to the kick of endorphins he was receiving.

Hearing a particularly loud moan, he asked, "You like that?" then thrust to accentuate the question.

"Oh, yes!" Becca cried, her head falling back on her shoulders. "Again!"

From there Elijah picked it up, thrusting against each of her falls. "More?" he grunted, squeezing her hips firmly.

"Oh god, I'm going to come!" Becca wailed.

To push her over the edge, Elijah slid his thumb between her legs and started drawing circles against her folds, locating her clit. He wasn't entirely sure he hit it, but he did feel her body shudder and in that second, his orgasm came so suddenly; he hadn't even known he was ready! His hips rose high as he ejaculated into her depths, every muscle in his body seizing from the surprise of it.

When he relaxed, she collapsed on top of him, though rose her hips so he fell out as her chest pressed against his tee, her breathing ragged. "Holy shit," she breathed. "You're too big for me."

Elijah chuckled, stroked her back. "Obviously not," he responded, bringing his nose to her hair. "You felt amazing."

A few minutes passed, Elijah allowing her all the time she needed while listening to Vincent and Chloe, who were still loudly going at it; he hadn't turned to look, but the sounds were making him hard again. He was definitely ready for more.

As he began to consider asking, it seemed as though Becca may be falling asleep, and he brushed her hair to the side to check her out. As he did so, she raised her head. "I think I need to go to bed," she said suddenly, then sat up and began to search around for her bikini.

Rising, Elijah located her top and handed it over, a little bummed, but he was not one to push an issue, ever. He didn't treat women that way, lay guilt trips upon them when he was ready but they were not. He could dress, walk her back and masturbate what was left.

"Bec?" Chloe asked as soon as Becca had worked her way into her bikini, now tying her sarong around her waist.

"I'm going to walk her back to her room," Elijah told Chloe, who was still draped around Vincent, but no longer moving; they'd both paused in action. He gathered his shorts.

"No!" Becca cried. "Oh no," she repeated quieter. "No, you don't have to walk me back."

Elijah blew out a pfft, rolled his eyes. "I'm not letting you walk back alone, and I'm not sticking around here."

Chloe reached out a hand, gently touching his shoulder. "You could," she said seductively. "Stay here, I mean."

"Stay," Becca said, already climbing out of the palapa through the curtains. "I really hope I'll see you again while I'm here, but you should stay."

"Nope," Elijah said, slamming one leg into his shorts, but when he looked back up, Becca had slid through the curtains. In a panic, he crawled forward and peered out between them to see her speed walking back toward the large bonfire. Stunned, he looked back over at Chloe. "Did I...?"

Chloe slid back from Vincent, closer to Elijah. "She gets intimidated," she explained. "Especially when she likes someone. She's probably embarrassed or something. And drunk and tired. Jetlag. All of the above."

"I don't really like her running off alone like that," Elijah said, beginning to slide into the other leg of his shorts. "I'm going after her. She should have someone see her to her room."

"Or..." Chloe said, gently tugging on his shirt sleeve, and he again paused, turning to look at her. "Or you could stay," she continued suggestively.

Vincent shrugged, raising a brow at Elijah. "Or you could stay," he repeated, his mouth curving into a lopsided grin.

Stunned into stillness, Elijah watched in slow motion as Chloe's hand rubbed down his chest until it met his cock, his shorts only up to his thighs, and she gripped it firmly and began to stroke. "Feels to me like you should stay," she breathed, climbing closer to him.

Making eye contact with Vincent once more, his friend just widened his grin, and when he turned back, Chloe was at his side gently pushing him onto his back. "Definitely stay," she urged as his back finally met the cushioned platform, his head against one of the many pillows piled at the rear.

When she straddled him, she did so with her back to him, bending over as she slid his shorts back down his legs, which offered an amazing view of her ass. Without making the conscious decision to do so--still so stunned by the quick departure and what was beginning to happen now--he reached for her ass and ran his hands over her cheeks, enthralled by just how tight and firm they were. Just like her cousin.

Cousin. He briefly shuddered, then a jolt of electricity ran through him over just how naughty it was that they'd been fucking someone side by side like that, then again another shudder. So bizarre.

Then she gripped him and sunk down, still facing away, and he marveled at the sight his dick entering her as he groaned. "Oh shit, she was right," Chloe cried, looking over her shoulder so quickly that her ponytail whipped through the air. "You really are a lot to take. What the fuck!"

Yet she continued to sink down, none the less, just as tight but without the protestations of muscles that he'd experienced with Becca. He felt her hands on his thighs as she rose and fell against him, her ass moving in circles, and he couldn't help but grope it, massaging her cheeks.

Vincent made his way over, placing his hand on her head and began to kiss her, exhaling her moans into his mouth until suddenly backing away with a laugh. She rose from Elijah, crawling away, though not far, then, on her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder. "Fuck me from behind," she demanded of him, biting her lip.

Elijah froze for only a brief second before wasting no time in the next to sit up and get on his knees behind Chloe. Clutching her hips, he said, "You're a very bad girl."

"I am," she responded delightedly. "And I want you to fuck me like one."

Heart racing at her words, Elijah lined up, then thrust himself inside of her, able to enter with ease considering how wet and warmed up she was. From the corner of his eye he saw Vincent place himself in front of Chloe, caught her take him into her mouth, transfixed by the blowjob but not really looking up at Vincent. Unspoken rule between men; try to avoid eye contact and just enjoy.

And so he continued his thrusts, squeezing that ass of hers, pulling her cheeks apart and going for as much depth as he could achieve while listening to her muffled moans, mouth full of Vincent. It was so intense that he'd lost the world around him, focusing only on the scene in this private palapa. He came violently, but instead of removing himself, he wrapped his arm around her waist and took her backwards with him so he was still inside of her on his thighs, which unfairly removed her from Vincent, but she had that covered, pulling him forward. He began to stroke her between her legs until he felt her climax, glad he'd been able to offer her an orgasm after the intense one he'd just experienced.

After a brief reprieve once Vincent had come, a swap in a similar position took place before they departed the palapa an hour later, thoroughly spent.

When Elijah returned to his room, still tipsy, he had to fiddle with the key card a few times before the green lights flashed. When he opened the door and flipped on the hall light, he saw Natalie laying on the bed in a tank and shorts. He'd entered the right room, but the wrong one at the same time. His eyes travelled around, and he saw her dinner on the table by the window, instantly feeling a deep seated regret.

She really had meant it when she said she wanted a night alone. He'd assumed she was going out on her own, not staying in. And the guilt returned like a boulder before he opened the door to the adjoining room, shutting it behind him, then crashed on the bed, asleep only minutes later.