Amethyst Rapture (3 page)

Chapter Five

Brandy pushed herself into Ryan and knocked him off balance onto the floor. She straddled his body and kissed him with a desperation she’d never felt.

“Whoa.” Ryan was laughing between kisses. His laugh abruptly stopped when Brandy bit his bottom lip and teased his crotch with her knee. “Brandy, I—” he began, but she didn’t let him finish. Ryan had never seen anyone shed wet neoprene as fast as Brandy did then. She knelt next to Ryan, allowing him to drink in her beauty. The wetsuit had done her breasts no justice. They were flawless ivory with rose-petal nipples, tight from the coolness of the water and the heated pull of desire. Brandy’s eyes reflected the amethyst she held tightly.

“Ryan,” she said, choked with desire. She massaged her mons and circled her clit with her thumb. Her eyes closed and her breath came in small gasps. “Ryan,” she said again.

Ryan couldn’t have controlled himself any more than he could have stopped a hurricane. He pushed Brandy’s hand away from her wet pussy and sank two fingers into her tight cunt. “Ohh,” she groaned. He moved his fingers rhythmically while he teased her clit. Ryan knelt next to Brandy and caught a nipple between his lips. She was salty from the sea. He teased her with his tongue and massaged her other breast with his free hand. In desperation, Brandy grabbed the hand in her pussy and pushed it even farther into herself. She moved him faster, harder until she came with a series of moans.

Ryan looked at her in amazement. Never in his life had that happened to him. No woman had ever literally thrown herself on him. His erection in the wet suit was tight and painful. His balls ached. She’d come but he still needed release.

“Fuck me,” Brandy ordered him, grabbing his wetsuit and unzipping it. “Fuck me,” she repeated breathlessly, frustrated with the time it was taking to get him naked. Brandy gasped when she saw Ryan’s engorged shaft. She’d never known a man could be that big. She touched him in awe. She slid her thumb over the tip of his penis, teasing him. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, teasing his balls with her fingernails.

“Brandy,” Ryan managed to say, looking into her violet eyes.

Brandy couldn’t take it anymore; she needed to feel his huge length inside of her. She’d just come on his hand but it wasn’t enough. “Now,” she demanded. “Fuck me now.” She pushed him back and mounted him.

Brandy whimpered as she guided Ryan’s cock into her slick, tight wetness.

“You’re so tight,” Ryan whispered into her ear. “Come for me.”

Brandy ground her hips into Ryan and her breath caught. She threw her head back and rode him as hard and fast as she could. Ryan reached up and grabbed her breasts with one hand as they bounced while he steadied her hips with the other. Brandy felt herself coming and ground her cunt as hard as she could into Ryan.

Brandy screamed as a powerful orgasm rocked her. Ryan felt involuntary muscle spasms racking her body. He rolled her on her back as she continued to come. “Yes!” she screamed as he pushed her athletic body into the floor.

Ryan gasped as he ejaculated into her still-pulsating pussy.

Brandy felt lost, as though she was floating through space. She was anywhere but in her own body. No one could feel that kind of release and live.

Brandy had just experienced the deepest, most fulfilling orgasm of her life, but she still felt the need for more.

Ryan grabbed Brandy’s hands and laced his fingers through hers. The amethyst rolled onto the floor.

Brandy looked at Ryan. His body was on top of hers, his penis still inside her. What had she done? It had felt so right at the time. She’d never been so aggressive. She’d always preferred quiet, gentle sex, not the raw animal fucking that had just taken place. Ryan had to be appalled by the way she’d acted.

Chapter Six

“We should get dressed.” Brandy blushed, pulling herself out from under Ryan. Her body still tingled after the intense pleasure. She quickly put on her bikini and tugged at the damp neoprene wetsuit. “We should find Bill.” At least underwater she wouldn’t have to talk about what had happened. Brandy winced when she put on her right glove—the amethyst had cut into her hand. A few drops of blood came to the surface. Brandy hoped the sharks wouldn’t be attracted by the smell.

Ryan helped Brandy put her vest and tank back on. While she was strapping her weight belt on Ryan spotted the gem sparkling in the sun and picked it up. He could tell Brandy was uncomfortable so he silently put it into her pack. She’d find it later.

Brandy stepped into the water as Ryan put on his tank. He didn’t care if Brandy was embarrassed. That was the best sex he’d ever had and he planned to repeat it—as soon as she’d let him. He could feel his loins tighten as he remembered the way she’d come so violently, uninhibitedly, in his hand. Next time he’d take it slow and enjoy every square inch of her tight body.

* * *

Just ignore him,
Brandy thought as the boat took the divers back to shore. She didn’t know how to act after having sex with Ryan. No, she thought. That wasn’t just sex. It had been more than sex. It was as if some otherworldly power had taken a grip of her body and forced her to fuck him. She’d turned into a wanton, sex-crazed nympho. Brandy wasn’t very experienced. She’d only slept with two men and it had been civilized sex each time. Brandy felt her cheeks grow warm. She’d masturbated in front of him. Maybe she should just drown herself now.

At the dock, Ryan held his hand out to steady Brandy as she got off the boat. She took it uncomfortably.

“I put the amethyst into your pack,” he whispered into her ear.

Amethyst.
Brandy felt a tingle between her legs when he said the word.

“What happened today?” Ryan asked, falling into step.

“I don’t know. I don’t think we should talk about it,” she told him.

“But we…”

“It was a mistake,” insisted Brandy. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t know what got into me.”

“It was my cock.” Ryan grinned.

“Ryan,” Brandy scolded, looking to see if anyone had overheard.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want to do it again. I’m getting hard just thinking about the possibility,” Ryan said. “You fucked me harder and faster than I’ve ever been fucked,” he whispered.

“Ryan, please…”

“Wait until we get back to the hotel, baby.”

“No, I mean please stop. I came here to dive, not to complicate my life with sex. What happened was an accident.”

Ryan looked at her incredulously, stunned. How could she call that mind-blowing sex an accident?

Chapter Seven

At the hotel, Brandy went directly to the room she shared with Miranda. Everyone else stayed for drinks at the lobby bar. Brandy needed time alone to think, and what better place to do that than a hot bath? After soaking in hot bubbles she decided that she’d overreacted with Ryan. The sun was warm, he was sexy, and it had just happened. It wouldn’t happen again.

She was dressed in a yellow sundress and watching television when Miranda came in. “Hi,” she said.

“Missed you at the bar,” Miranda said. “We’re going to Palacio for dinner.” She flopped on the bed. “It’s supposed to be great.”

Miranda was slightly older than Brandy and also single. When Brandy had joined the dive club they’d quickly become friends. “So, what’s going on between you and Ryan?” she blurted.

“Nothing.” Brandy blushed.

“I’ll get it out of you eventually,” Miranda said with a laugh.

“How’s Jones?”

“Flirting with me again.”

“He’s creepy.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m going to take a nap before dinner,” Brandy said.

“I’ll wake you up,” Miranda volunteered.

“Thanks.”

* * *

Brandy was naked. She was riding on a ship. The ocean was in each direction with no sight of land. Ryan stood in front of her, his huge penis standing erect. Then he was inside her, fucking her with sweet rhythmic passion that matched the movement of the ship. Brandy threw her head back in delight. She opened her eyes and two amethysts glowed back at her.

* * *

Brandy sat up in bed. She was breathing fast and felt confused. She tried to recall the details of the dream but could only remember having sex and she hadn’t come. Her pussy felt slick from the vivid dream.

Brandy needed to get out to clear her head. “I’m going to take a walk,” she told Miranda, who was watching a Spanish telenovela. She grabbed her pack. Ryan had said he’d put the amethyst in it. She should take it to the hotel safe.

Miranda looked at her watch. “We’re supposed to congregate in the main lobby in thirty minutes.”

“I’ll see you there,” Brandy said and slung the pack over her shoulder.

Brandy was met at the front desk by a handsome Cuban in his mid to late twenties. Despite his olive complexion he had a scattering of freckles across his face and on his arms below his sleeves. His hair was neatly groomed and he had a dark shadow of stubble across his face.

Brandy looked at his nametag. “Armando. Hi, do you speak English?”

“Of course,” he answered in a smooth accent.

Armando was a touch taller than she. The buttons on his shirt pulled as he moved his muscular upper body.

“I’ve got something I want to put into the hotel safe.”

“That’s fine,” he replied, taking out a logbook. “What is it?” he asked, the pen poised.

Brandy looked into her bag. Ryan had told her it was there, but she couldn’t see it anywhere. She shook the bag then reached in to find the amethyst. Her hand closed around the rock.

Brandy pulled her hand out of the purse and looked at Armando. Her eyes glowed violet. “Maybe you could show me the safe?” Brandy purred. “To make sure my amethyst will be secure.”

“Certainly.” Armando looked up and caught a glimpse of her heated expression. “Come around the desk if you like.”

Armando opened the door to the office and stepped inside. In the back of the room a large safe stood proudly. It was three feet by six and looked as though it had been there since the Spanish-American War.

“It’s quite secure. Nothing has ever been stolen,” Armando assured her. But Brandy wasn’t looking at the safe. Her eyes undressed Armando as he spoke. By the way he moved she could tell he was an athlete, but how chiseled was he? How would it feel caress his skin? Would she like his kiss? She looked at his crotch. He wasn’t standing at attention and yet he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. How would it feel to writhe with desire while he pumped his huge cock into her? How long would it take for her to come?

Brandy closed the door behind her and looked Armando up and down, lust in her eyes.

“Guests really aren’t supposed to be back here.”

“I won’t tell.” Brandy pulled her arms out of her sundress and the garment fell to the floor. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed deeply. She licked her lips. He wouldn’t say no.

“I could get fired.”

Brandy didn’t care what happened to Armando. All she knew was that she needed him. A half smile tugged on Brandy’s lips when she saw the bulge in Armando’s crotch grow. “You must be huge,” she said out loud, closing the gap between them.

Brandy undid Armando’s belt and button and let his pants fall to his knees. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his underwear. Her mouth was salivating at the chance to lick the huge Cuban cock. Brandy smiled a devilish smile. He even had freckles on his penis.

Armando grabbed handfuls of Brandy’s hair as she licked and sucked his cock, trying to fit his entire length in her mouth.

“Take your shirt off,” demanded Brandy.

Armando ripped his shirt open, eager to please. “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, standing up and licking his nipples. She ran her hands along his muscular chest and stomach.

With one sweep of her hand Brandy cleared the desk. She removed her panties and reclined on top of the desk looking up at Armando through lavender eyes. “My turn,” she told him and he lowered his head to her juicy pussy.

Armando hardly got a chance to show Brandy his expertise with his tongue. After three licks and one circle of her clit she couldn’t take any more. Desire pulsed through her veins and she pulled Armando between her legs.

“I like it hard and rough,” Brandy heard herself saying in a hoarse voice she didn’t recognize. Armando obediently obliged. He grabbed her legs and propped them on his shoulders. He held her hips so that he was in charge of the rhythm, the pressure, the very fuck itself. Slowly he entered her with his large throbbing shaft, dripping with precum.

Armando said something to her in Spanish she didn’t understand, but it made him all the sexier. He didn’t caress, didn’t languish in her warm wetness. Once Armando was inside her he began pumping.

Brandy tried to cry out but Armando’s hand was between her teeth stopping any noises from escaping. All she could do was groan with pleasure. Brandy watched his penis slide into her then come out far enough to make her gasp before plunging inside again. Brandy lifted her eyes when she felt him begin to climax. She wanted to see the orgasm as it went through his body. A look between lust and fulfillment passed over Armando’s features and she felt him pump his cream into her eager cunt. She knew he was spent but he kept thrusting, waiting to feel Brandy’s release, which followed immediately.

There was a knock on the door. “Excuse me, I—” a voice began. Then, “Oh. Oh!” It was Ryan.