Amethyst Rapture (5 page)

Chapter Eleven

Lights flashed, music thumped and people overflowed out the front door at Costa Azul.

“This place is awesome!” Miranda said to Armando. She’d been ecstatic when he’d said he would go. Jones joined them, annoyed that Miranda had a date. Brandy pretended she’d never met the handsome Cuban.

“You often go out with your guests?” Brandy asked him.

“I’ve experienced a lot of firsts with your group,” he said in Brandy’s ear.

“Miranda doesn’t know anything and I think it should stay that way.”

“You didn’t tell her?”

“Of course not.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Miranda asked coming up behind them and pressing her body into Armando’s back and butt.

“Politics.” Brandy looked at Armando, challenging him to call her a liar.

Miranda gave Brandy a disbelieving look and grabbed Armando by the shoulders. “Come on, let’s dance.”

Jones sniffed. “I thought we made a great foursome before he decided to come.”

“Open your eyes… Cuban hotties everywhere,” Ryan said.

“Cuban hotties?” Brandy looked at Ryan.

“I haven’t really noticed them.” He smiled at Brandy as he checked out the girls.

“FYI,” Brandy said, “those half-naked girls are probably
gineteras.
I read about them somewhere. They’re prostitutes for foreigners.”

“Which I am.” Jones cracked his knuckles and looked at the girls in a new light. A group of three had their gazes fixed on Jones as he walked their way.

“I guess that just leaves you and me,” Brandy said.

“Just how I like it. Want a drink?”

Brandy ordered a mojito and Ryan a beer. They watched Miranda as she danced, and Jones as he tried not to make a fool of himself with the
gineteras.
“Someone should tell him those girls are a sure thing.” Brandy laughed.

The music switched from salsa to a thumping beat. “I can dance to this.” Brandy smiled and held out her hand.

The dance floor quickly filled up with people moving and grinding to the music. Ryan could smell the sea mixed with Brandy’s perfume and was transported back to the boat, Brandy’s body riding him until she came. Her slick, insatiable pussy that had fucked him a short time later in the bathroom. Blood filled his cock and he pressed Brandy to him wanting her to feel his arousal. He grabbed her hands and ran them down the sides of his body and to his crotch. He wanted her to touch his balls or tease his penis through his pants, but she moved her hand away and smiled innocently. With a sly look Brandy slipped her hands in Ryan’s pockets.

Ryan felt the change in Brandy the second she touched the amethyst. He’d meant to give it back but had forgotten about it until he felt Brandy’s muscles contract and her rhythm change.

Brandy looked directly into Ryan’s eyes as she pulled her hand out of his pocket. “I think you did this on purpose. I’m glad,” she said huskily. Brandy guided him through the pulsing crowd to a mirror-lined wall along the back of the dance floor. “I’ve never had sex in public,” she told him, grinding her hips into his crotch. “And I’m not wearing underwear.”

Ryan roughly pushed her against the mirror and grabbed her bare buttock. “Just checking,” he said as he caressed her. “You think we can do this without anyone noticing?” His middle finger pressed between her legs and found her pussy wet.

“I don’t care,” Brandy said. “Let them watch.” Brandy reached for Ryan’s zipper. She didn’t have time for teasing. She was hot and ready to feel his cock inside her. She wanted to do it in front of anyone who dared watch. Brandy put her hand in Ryan’s pants and found what she was looking for. There was no way he could have hidden that huge erection.

Ignoring the people on either side, Ryan pushed Brandy into the mirror and pressed her knee to his chest as he thrust into her. Across the room Brandy could see Miranda’s back as she and Armando moved to the music. Armando’s eyes locked on hers. She felt as if she were naked in an empty room and enjoyed the way Armando made love to her with his heated gaze.

Ryan’s thrusts were slow but jarred her entire body each time he sank into her eager cunt. Brandy put her arms around Ryan’s neck as he increased the tempo. Her mouth opened and her breathing came faster. She felt on fire. Armando watched from across the dance floor. He mimicked Ryan as he danced to the pulsing music. He passed his tongue erotically over his lips and slowly nodded towards her. She was more turned on by Armando than by Ryan’s thrusting. Armando’s dark eyes glittered. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was driving her wild. Brandy gasped as Ryan began to lose control. She kept her gaze hotly on Armando as she felt the shudder of Ryan’s orgasm. Brandy’s climax followed and she pushed as hard as she could into him. She wanted Armando to share her release as their gazes held steady.

Armando walk closer with Miranda as Ryan tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants.

“Brandy,” Miranda said. “We’re going outside for a walk.” Brandy looked at Armando. A quick glance at the bulge in his pants told her that he was more than a little bit turned on.

A look from Armando sent chills down her spine. He was so hot. And so ready to fuck her. Brandy wondered what she could say to get him from Miranda. She brushed her hair out of her face and Miranda caught a glimpse of something purple in her friend’s hand. “What have you got?” she asked, grabbing the amethyst.

Miranda’s hand flexed over the gem and she clutched harder at Armando, her gaze heated. Before Brandy could stop her Miranda hurried away, pulling Armando with her.

Brandy chuckled into Ryan’s neck.

“What?” Ryan asked, hugging her body to his.

“Miranda just took the amethyst.”

Brandy grabbed Ryan’s hand and walked to the door. “Let’s watch. I want to see what it’ll do to her. It did affect her. I could tell by the way she held it.”

By the light of the waning moon and light from the club, Brandy and Ryan could see Miranda and Armando leaning against a large palm tree.

“He’s good,” Ryan whispered with a laugh of masculine appreciation. Armando had Miranda’s shirt unbuttoned and was hungrily sucking at her nipples. Miranda arched back against the tree, forcing her breasts deeper into the Cuban’s mouth.

“He was,” Brandy sighed with a twinge of jealousy as she watched Armando slide his hand underneath Miranda’s skirt.

Brandy and Ryan watched as Miranda groaned and whimpered. They couldn’t see but it was obvious that Armando had his fingers inside her. Armando’s mouth found Miranda’s and he roughly kissed her. Miranda had her arms around Armando’s neck and rode his hand until he abruptly took it out.

“No, no.” Armando smiled a mischievous smile. He put his finger to his lips and licked Miranda’s warm juices off his finger.

Miranda watched through her unfocused eyes. She’d never felt such excitement. It was as if someone else had taken over her body but she was enjoying the pleasures.

Miranda reached beneath Armando’s shirt, running her hands up and down his chest and abs. “I can’t take much more of this,” she told him, her voice choked.

Miranda desperately fiddled with Armando’s belt but couldn’t unbuckle it.

“Let me,” Armando said.

Miranda pulled out his velvety cock. “Just take me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Miranda dropped to the ground on the far side of the palm. Her legs splayed open for Armando.

* * *

“I can’t see anything,” Brandy complained.

Ryan followed the wall, staying in the shadows. “Come over here,” he whispered and Brandy tiptoed towards him.

“I didn’t realize he was so huge.” Brandy watched transfixed as Armando expertly guided his cock into Miranda. He buried himself inside her and then pulled it out, teasing her just to thrust back inside. Miranda wrapped her legs around his muscular body and held him tight inside her so that he couldn’t tease her any more. Armando’s rhythm became sporadic as he pushed Miranda into the sand. She bucked beneath him until she let out a barely audible gasp and the thrusting stopped.

“I’m so turned on right now,” Brandy said.

“There’s another palm tree over there.” Ryan smiled at her.

“I can control myself, thank you.” Brandy smiled a flirty smile. “She’s got the stone, remember?”

Miranda and Armando brushed off the sand. Armando tucked in his shirt and buckled his pants. Brandy and Ryan quickly went back inside the club and waited inside the door.

“Brandy, come with me.” Miranda grabbed her friend by the arm.

“That Cuban is so hot.” Miranda told her friend when they were alone in the bathroom. “We just…you know…on the beach.”

“Did you?” Brandy asked innocently.

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” Miranda breathed deeply as if she were still climaxing.

“That good, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“I have an inkling.” Brandy held up her hand and showed Miranda the scratches.

“What’s that?”

“It’s from the amethyst you took out of my hand.”

“What amethyst?” Miranda held her hands in front of her and looked at her left palm. She had scratches similar to Brandy’s.

“It’s a long story. I’ll give you the condensed version. I think that amethyst is cursed. I found it where we found those bones yesterday and every time I touch it I have to have sex.”

“I don’t understand.”

“If sexual excitement is on a scale of one to ten where one is the first kiss and ten is orgasm, touching that stone puts a woman immediately at an eight or nine. I touched that stone twice yesterday and had sex four times with two different men,” Brandy admitted.

“That’s where you and Ryan were while the rest of us were diving.”

Brandy shrugged. “You felt it. You couldn’t control yourself could you?”

“No. But it was great sex.” Miranda smiled.

“Does Armando have the amethyst now?”

“I don’t know. After we did it the amethyst fell out of my hand. I guess he picked it up.”

“Let’s go get it. I don’t want it to lose it.”

* * *

In the first bathroom stall Jones looked at the girl sitting on his lap and smiled. They’d stopped what they were doing when Brandy and Miranda walked into the bathroom. If he could find that amethyst, he could have sex whenever he wanted to, with whomever he wanted to and he wouldn’t have to pay. Ungracefully Jones stood up and zipped his pants, dropping the girl to the floor.

“Ciao,”
he said stepping over her and running out the door.

* * *

“I can’t believe I lost your amethyst,” Miranda said when they were back in their hotel room. “I’m really sorry.” Miranda flopped on her bed and pouted.

“That’s okay. It was kind of dangerous.”

“Maybe, but I did have the most amazing sex.” Miranda rolled onto her back and smiled.

“Don’t you think Armando had anything to do with that?”

“Maybe.” Miranda shrugged.

“I’ll never forget tonight as long as I live.” Miranda closed her eyes and stretched. “I’m thirsty. I’m going to go get a soda. You want one?”