Soft, warm sand shifts beneath my weight as I saunter up the beach, hips swaying to music only I can hear. The sun glints off my caramel skin, glistening as the tropic breeze caresses me like a lover. Beads of sweat trickle between my breasts as I make my way to the hut bar, rum punch in hand.
I take my time, savoring the slow-burning heat in my core. It’s not just from the liquor or the sun’s kiss. I’m on the hunt today.
Scanning the area, I spot him instantly. Broad shoulders, craggy jaw, rough around the edges just how I like ’em. He looks like he could give a girl a good time. Grin deepening, I catch his eye and crook a finger, beckoning him over.
He appears at my side a moment later, the scent of ocean and coconut oil and pure, male heat. “Buy a girl a drink?” I purr, running a crimson nail down his chest.
He smirks, ordering us another round in that deep, commanding voice that makes me clench. Oh, yes, the night’s young and so are we. Nutmeg and spice and rum dance on my tongue as he hands me a fresh glass, fingers brushing mine.
Shutters flutter as I down the drink and tug him onto the dance floor. Bodies undulate together, my back arching as his hands span my waist. Low groans rumble from his throat when my hips grind into him. The music swells, waves crashing in time with my heartbeat.
“Room,” I mouth, yanking him toward the resort elevator.
In my room, we kiss like we’re starving. He tastes of dark liquor and masculinity. Sweat slicks our skin as he hoists me onto the balcony railing, the warm metal biting into my thighs. Squealing, I wrap my legs around him, nails raking his back as he feasts on my neck.
Fabric shreds, the tearing sound sharp in the night. Red lace and tropical prints litter the floor. He’s impatient, rough, greedy, pinning me to the wall, to the bed. I moan for him, a live wire thrumming under voltage, wound tight and ready to snap.
He’s in me, splitting me open on his cock, and the stretch is exquisite. My walls clench, drawing him deeper as I ride him hard. Wet, obscene sounds fill the air. Fabric tears, my cries pitch higher, his hips piston. The headboard thumps rhythmically, the metal frame groaning.
“Ah, fuck, baby…” His voice is a growl, almost feral. “You gonna come for me?”
“Run the streets?” I gasp out between moans, meeting his thrusts. “Nah, I ain’t one for streets…”
He grips my hips tighter, pounding into me, pushing me over the brink. “Then what are you?”
Pleasure crests, radiates, shatters… I cry out his name, my vision going white. Strong fingers dig into my ass as he chases his own high.
Slumping onto the bed, sweat cooling on my skin, I flash him a lazy grin through the haze. “I’m a hurricane, baby. Wreaking havoc, leaving you wrecked… and you’ll love every second.”
Chuckles rumble through his chest as he drops beside me, pulling me in. “Then I hope you’ve got a lot more rain to bring…”