Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 Page 5

  “Not me,” Sven said, “I’m a sympathetic puker.”

  “Okay, good, we’re all in agreement then. No gagging, no spitting and condoms only.” Katrina said matter-of-factly. I hated these discussions. They were not sexy.

  “So you do anal?” Sven asked.

  My face burned red. “No, I’m not there yet. I have no idea how to get there. I tried with a toy I got from a friend and it still hurts like hell.” I was embarrassed talking about it, but I knew I didn’t cover it when they asked me for my rules.

  “I don’t kiss anyone but Candy on the mouth,” John said. “I don’t mind if she kisses women, but I’d rather she not kiss men in front of me.”

  “In front of you?” Katrina asked.

  “We have an open relationship.” He took a deep breath. “She’s allowed to do whatever she wants, but I would prefer her not to kiss other men while I’m around.”

  “That’s okay, brother. I won’t kiss her mouth. I don’t like Katrina kissing other men either. Don’t know why it bothers me, but it does. So I can respect your feelings.” Sven gave him a little punch in the shoulder.

  “We’re not bailing on you, but do you all mind if I have a second with Candy? This is her first time here.” John was already making his way off the bed.

  “Not a problem,” Katrina said. “You should talk first.”

  I followed John out of the room.

  “Are you okay?” John asked grabbing my hand.

  “Yes, are you?”

  “I’m sorry about the kissing thing. I love to watch you kiss women. I don’t think I could handle you kissing another man. It’s just so … and that guy is huge. If he hurts you, you have to say something.”

  “John!” I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. When I released him, I continued, “It’s not a problem. This is my first group situation and I’m excited. Not only am I excited about the situation, I’m excited that I get to share it with you. Actually, I wanted to wait to talk to you about this, but… I want, more with you, if you’re ready.”

  “More like what?”

  “John, not now. I don’t want to stay out here too long. Do you want to be in a relationship with me?” I looked back at the bed with our three friends waiting.

  “Yes.”

  “If you were my only steady man, would that make you happy?”

  “Yes.” He was smiling.

  “Do you want to go fuck these people?” I motioned with head.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay then shut up and let’s go fuck.” I pulled him back toward the beds.

  “Everything okay?” Loren asked.

  “Yeah, we’re not married yet. Candy just wanted to be sure that I was comfortable with the situation, but we’re both eager to play.” John picked me up and threw me on the bed. “So let’s play!”

  The women giggled. “Caveman!”

  Sven grabbed my hand and pulled me onto him. “Loren and Katrina are going to give John something to think about. Would you like some time with me?”

  “Well, John owes Loren a good fucking, and you’re one tall drink of water, so hell yeah. Thanks for the shot, by the way. I really needed it.” I started twirling my finger in his sparse chest hair.

  “You’re name was Candy, right?” he asked.

  “Yep, just like a stripper.”

  “I was thinking Candy was sweet. Anyway, I would like to watch them for a few. Are you okay with that?” I bit my lip. “I’ve never gotten to watch them before not like this, and I’d like to watch and then you and I can play.”

  I looked over at Loren and Katrina attacking John. “Does it bother you at all?”

  “Loren said you were new?” Sven asked.

  “To the club scene, but this is the first time I’ve had to share.” I looked at him. His eyes were sweet and kind.

  “It stings a bit the first few times. Sometimes I get jealous if I think the other guy is hotter than me.” Sven was whispering in my ear. “But look at your man, look at the expression on his face. That’s utter pleasure. I’m looking at Katrina right now, sharing his cock with Loren. They’re both licking him from balls to head. He’s already come so now he’s not worried about shooting his load. Loren’s smart about that. Some guys have a hard time getting hard after they come, but a lot of them get longevity after the first orgasm.”

  “I’ve never been jealous before tonight,” I admitted. “But watching Loren give him head excited me at the same time. Is that bad?” I asked him.

  “Not at all. You’re jealous because you’re in love with him, but aroused because of your sexuality. I can tell you’re new. It’s okay for you to question yourself. Just never do anything you’re not comfortable with. Because I can see you’re in love with him, let me tell you this—be honest. Do not stress about how he feels. Tell him how you feel and let him tell you his feelings. Women are horrible about worrying about things. Stress makes the sex less enjoyable. If you allow yourself to be aroused watching your partner, this all is a lot more fun.”

  “So are you jealous?”

  “Sometimes, but not like someone with a cheating spouse. Listen, I’ve been with Kristen for a decade. We’re not as exciting to each other as we were when we first started fucking. I’m not jealous that John is about to fuck my wife. I’m jealous because he gets to be first time sex for her. You never get another first time. You get one.” Sven smiled at me. “So enjoy it. Enjoy your first times. That’s the blessing with the swing community. You get to have several first times and still make love to the one you love.”

  “Sven, if you weren’t married I’d scoop you up. That was the most intelligent, well rounded description I’ve ever heard. You’re awesome.” I kissed his cheek.

  “And if your man didn’t get upset, I’d kiss you on the mouth. However, I’ll settle for your face and neck and well… the rest of you.” He smiled and grabbed my hand. “Candy, I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the sweet type, and it has nothing to do with you name.”

  “Something tells me you’re not the average swingers couple.” I winked at him.

  “No, you ‘re not going to have these discussions. They’re going to want to keep things light.” He kissed the top of my hand, then pulled me on top of him.

  “Now let’s stop talking.” He had both hands on my breasts. His hands were huge, making my breasts look a little small. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up higher, putting my breast in his mouth.

  I felt someone behind me. Loren was straddling Sven behind me, caressing my body and kissing my shoulder.

  “He’s fuckin’ hot, isn’t he?” she whispered in my ear.

  I bit my lip, knowing Sven could hear everything. “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “He’s really good at fucking. You’re gonna love it. He moves really well for such a big guy. His cock is really thick, take your time and don’t rush it and it’ll feel awesome. Don’t try to give him head, just lick it. It works for him and saves your jaw. Have fun.” She patted my ass and went back to John and Katrina.

  Sven pulled me down to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

  I smiled and slid down, resting my knees between his legs. I pulled the waist band of his boxers down over his erection – and gulped. Loren wasn’t wrong, he was thick. Putting my hand around it, my index finger could not touch my thumb. Doing as she instructed I licked and stroked it, only being able to take the tip in my mouth. Sven seemed to enjoy it.

  He sat up, rather abruptly, reaching in the pocket of his shorts and sliding a condom on. Then he gently laid me on my back and stuck a finger inside. He placed his other hand on my stomach just above my pelvic bone and pressed down lightly. He hit something, because I felt a strong urge to pee.

  I tried to fight it, because whatever he was doing also had my heart racing immediately and I was dripping wet. When he released me, I wanted sex in the worst way. He pulled me to the end of the bed and got on his knees on the floor. He then bent me so that I was in an L sha
pe and started entering me slowly. At first it seemed like it was too much as I stretched around his thick erection. The stretching sent a slight burning sensation that was unpleasant at first, but started to ease after a moment.

  I had a good view of John who was on his back with Katrina riding him and Loren on his face. It was very arousing watching them. When I looked at Sven he was watching them too.

  He started slowly at first, increasing his pace when I took him in more easily. It didn’t take long for me to start moaning and groaning. Watching John while being pleased by Sven was sending me over the edge. I had nearly panted myself dizzy.

  Sven stood me up from the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned me around so that my back was facing him. “Just ease yourself down,” he said.

  I backed up closer to him and sat myself on him slowly. As soon as I had him inside, he leaned me back and opened my legs so they were hanging on the outside of his. I was opened for the entire room to see.

  Katrina hopped off of John and grabbed his and Loren’s hands. She led them to the floor in front of us, ordering Loren to her knees.

  “Fuck her John. Fuck her good,” she demanded.

  John glanced at me as he knelt behind Loren. I gave him a grin for reassurance.

  Katrina sat on the bed next to us and started whispering in my ear. “John looks good fucking her, doesn’t he?”

  What the hell? This woman expected me to talk? I could barely catch my own breath.

  “I bet you wondered what he looks like when he fucks you. Look at him go. He’s so fuckin’ hot.” She nibbled on my ear and started massaging my clit while Sven grinded me from the bottom.

  Several couples had come into the large room now. Some were focused on what they were doing, others were watching us intensely. The attention made me self-conscious.

  “Oh, God!” Sven had a firm grip on my hips and pushed once very hard, holding me still. It hurt slightly, having him pushed into me that hard, but he began losing his erection after his orgasm, releasing the pressure.

  “Good girl,” Katrina said. Then she kissed me quickly and held her hands out, helping me off her husband.

  My legs were shaking and I was thirsty. Loren had spun around and was on her knees, orally pleasing John. I watched as he came down her throat. Part of me felt uneasy about it. It was something I could not do, the consistency always made me gag, but John should be able to do that with someone who wanted it.

  It seemed reasonable.

  As we made our way back to the bar, I began feeling like I wanted to be with John alone. I’d had enough strange sex for one night. I just wanted to have fun, then go home with John.

  “Did you have fun?” I asked as we walked toward the bar area.

  He grabbed my hand. “It was different, a turn on, but just different.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, “but I can’t wait to get you home alone.”

  The bar had emptied out somewhat with couples off in the play areas. We had a few more drinks and danced for a while. John had switched to soda, thankfully.

  “Ready to go home?” he whispered in my ear.

  “More than ready. I want you all alone.”

  CHANGE

  I had dozed off on the ride home. John woke me after he parked. I started walking to my apartment.

  “How about my place?” John pulled my hand.

  We had never spent time in his apartment, maybe because he always came to mine.

  “Sure… I just want to get you behind closed doors.” I winked at him, trying to shake the sleepy feeling still looming.

  When John opened the door, I was startled. I hadn’t been in his apartment in months. It no longer resembled the bachelor pad it once had. It was nicely furnished, brighter, clean and smelled fantastic.

  “Wow, someone has been hard at work!”

  “I wanted to give you a nice place to go where you had nothing to worry about. You’re always worrying about cleanup and things.” He bent down and kissed me softly.

  “It looks wonderful, John. But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble, not for me.” John had spoiled me all day, taken me to a club and made the most wonderful gesture.

  John took my hand and led me around his apartment to show me all he had done. He’d renovated the entire place, even the kitchen.

  “I can’t believe you gutted the place.”

  “I have one last room to show you.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the end of the hall. When he opened the door, I spotted a huge hot tub. Champagne was already chilling in a bucket of ice in the corner.

  “How did you do that?”

  “Paid my buddy fifty bucks to light all these candles and put the champagne on ice. I sent him a message when we were on the way home. Greedy little bastard.” He laughed, then closed the door behind us. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”

  “Yeah, they stink like club and sex and smoke.”

  John ran his hand along my neck and pulled my hair back, kissing my neck gently. My skin sprang to attention at his touch. He unzipped my dress and slid it to the floor.

  “You have such an incredible body,” he whispered in my ear.

  After fumbling with his belt, I unzipped his pants and slid then to the floor. Both standing naked, he scooped me up and eased me into the warm bubbling water. He slid in next to me and reached for the bottle, pouring two glasses of champagne.

  “John, you really have spent so much time an energy spoiling me today. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

  “Candy, you are a phenomenal woman. I’m desperately in love with you and while you may not have been ready, I wanted to show you how I felt, and that I can deal with your needs.”

  “John, I…”

  “Did you mean what you said earlier?” he interrupted.

  “About wanting more?”

  “Yes, Candy, more.” His eyes burned into mine.

  “I’m ready for more, John. You’ve been so patient, so wonderful.” I put my glass on the ledge and moved over to straddle him. I kissed John as I never had before, forceful and with passion, pulling him in by fisting my hand in his hair.

  He pulled back, lifting me off him. “Candy, I started out renovating the apartment for you, but then, things changed.” He stopped talking and concentrated while refilling our glasses. I wanted to ask questions, but thought I’d let him talk when he was ready. “Candy, I’m moving.”

  “What? Where? Why?”

  “Whoa, one question at a time,” he laughed. “The building I just finished on Elm I am really attached to. I put everything into it. It got me to thinking, I really don’t like apartment living and one day I hope to settle. So I renovated this place to sell it off. Maybe one day, when you’re ready, you’ll move in with me.”

  “John, are you trying to make an honest woman out of me?”

  “I wouldn’t presume to make you anything, dear.” He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled me in for a hard kiss. “But I do have something in mind for you tonight.”

  He stood from the hot tub, steam rising from his thighs as hot water ran off his body and down his muscular legs. Holding out his hand, he took mine and helped me out of the tub, toweling me gently. He placed soft kisses on each area he dried.

  “You are truly one beautiful woman, Candy.” It was something John said all the time, though as of late, it had been more frequent.

  I ran my fingers along the ripples of his shoulder muscles and he dried my legs. His hair was damp, leaving his thick wavy hair in soft clumps that curled on top of his head.

  He stood, eyes meeting mine, burning with desire. Pulling me in, he kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth, hands firm on my ass pulling me so close I felt his heart beating through his chest, pulsating through is erection.

  John bent down, scooping me up in his arms. He grinned and gave me a quick kiss before carrying me out of the hot tub room and into the bedroom. Gently, he eased me onto the bed climbing on top of me. I could see the sun starting t
o rise, as the sky lightened. We had been up all night. I was tired, but far too willing to see what John had in mind.

  “We’re going to probably sleep most of tomorrow away. Are you okay with that?” he asked.

  “I think I will manage.”

  “Good, because I’m not going to let you sleep for a while.” John kissed me, biting lightly at my lip. His breath was heavy.

  My heart was racing so fast, I felt my face flush. I fought to get to his neck, tonguing and kissing it once I reached my destination. Even through the faint chlorine smell from the hot tub, I could smell his heavenly musk and cologne.

  His fingers had made their way to the slit between my thighs. He massaged me, spreading around my moisture until I was nearly breathless.

  “John please,” I begged, “I want you so bad.”

  He groaned deep in his throat and pushed himself into me slowly. I gasped as felt myself stretching to accommodate him, adrenaline soaring through my veins. I dug my fingers into his back as I pawed at him.

  His reaction was to push harder into me and I ached around him.

  He sat up, pulling me on top of him. “God, you feel so good,” he gasped. “I have such a hard time not letting go as soon as I’m inside you, especially since we stopped using condoms.”

  I had made that step with John only a week ago. He was the only one I chose to trust with my health and the benefits of skin to skin sex for us had been phenomenal. I could feel every inch of his cock, the head, the veins, his thickness and it made me clutch the bed sheets.

  He eased me up and down on him as he devoured me breasts. His pelvic area stimulating me on the outside as he filled every part of me inside. One of his hands had managed to fist my hair and he pulled enough to tilt my head back.

  “I’m destroyed, Candy. I can’t hold out much longer,” he plead.

  It was okay, I was exhausted too and forcing a long lovemaking session would be selfish. “Give it to me, John. Please, give it to me.”

  John pulled me down on him hard, releasing a groan from deep within.

  My body ached for more, but I was so tired, it was difficult to focus. “We have all afternoon tomorrow.”