What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [128]
Her breath came labored, shakier, as she neared climax. And then she heard herself moaning—lightly, but then louder—and then the orgasm struck, and she fucked the humming toy in Courtney’s hand, aware that the soft, gentle pleasure from moments before had turned raw and intense and completely unrestrained. She gripped both edges of the massage table as she propelled her torso against the toy cock with abandon, her body urging her to absorb every ounce of hot delight.
When finally she went still, she felt a bit strange. It was over, and where was Brent? Even at the grotto, when she’d come, she’d known exactly where he was. Without him right here, she suffered an unsettling loneliness—but she had to push that away.
Because she was at the Hotel Erotique where sex was an emotionless sport. And because Brent was watching, experiencing this with her, even if she couldn’t see him.
Courtney extracted the vibrator, turned it off, then smiled down at Jenna—looking more aroused to her now than she had before. “I hope that was as enjoyable as it looked.”
Jenna felt numb, still coming down from the orgasm in what suddenly felt like a foreign environment without Brent. “It was,” she managed honestly. “Thank you.”
Courtney leaned over her closely then, her breasts nearly spilling from her bra as she said, “It was truly my pleasure. If there’s anything else I can do to please you, I’m happy to. Anything. Just name it.”
Courtney was pretty, and clearly excited now. Jenna knew she could prolong the game, lengthen the fantasy, if she desired. Part of her was tempted. Having turned Courtney on left her feeling hot, and a little bit curious where such an invitation might lead. And yet, again . . . where was Brent? If she could see him right now, she’d gladly move forward with this.
But because he was the necessary ingredient here, she mainly felt the need to find him. See his reaction. Maybe fuck his brains out.
“That’s an enticing offer,” Jenna admitted to her newest Hotel Erotique playmate, “but I’ll have to decline.”
Courtney looked disappointed even as she kept her pleasant expression. “Are you sure? I thought we were getting along so well.”
“We were—are,” Jenna promised. “And you’re beautiful. But . . . I have to go now.”
A few minutes later, Jenna exited the spa in a pair of her new Hotel Erotique shorts and a cami. She found herself watching for Brent at every step, waiting and hoping for him to appear from behind a potted plant or a palm tree. When she’d arrived at the main pool with still no sign of him, she reached in her bag and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the same number to which she’d sent her naughty video.
“Hello?” he answered, sounding totally casual. Not like a man who was . . . well, fighting a massive hard-on or anything.
“It’s Jenna. Where are you?”
“Uh, home.”
“Home?” she asked. She couldn’t have been more surprised.
“Yeah, I’m working from my home office this afternoon, going over the profile of a guest arriving in a few days. Why?”
Jenna sank onto the nearest available lounge chair. All around her, people luxuriated in the sun, bartenders mixed drinks in the nearby tiki bar, and music played, but she felt . . . isolated, as if she were suddenly somewhere very far away from it all, completely alone. “You’re working right now?” she managed.
“Yeah. Why, sunshine? What’s wrong?”
Jenna’s heart rose to her throat. “I just came from my massage,” she informed him.
“Ah,” he said, suddenly sounding playful, amused. “Did you enjoy it?”
Her chest tightened until she could barely speak. “I . . . thought I did.”
“Uh . . . what does that mean?” He suddenly sounded as confused as she felt.