I know exactly what she’s looking at.
I smile, looking down at my tablet. ‘It was for a sex swing,’ I say, laughing. I may as well be honest.
She cups her mouth, her face incredulous. ‘A what?’
‘It was a cute little swing but Miguel confirmed that it was used for all sorts of other activities.’
‘How does that work then?’ she asks.
‘I wouldn’t know…I guess the motion of it, the positioning, the angles?’ I suggest, looking up. I turn back to her but she’s blushing. I grin. ‘The word “angles” makes you blush?’
‘Normally, in my line of work, I think about that word very differently. Now…’
‘What does it make you think of, Chloe?’ I ask, knowing all too well that it’s a leading question. I’ve also noticed she reacts differently to me when I say her name out loud. Her whole body tenses up and she clicks her fingers again like she’s trying to snap out of the spell it casts. I smile.
‘It makes me think of this afternoon,’ she says, not giving too much away.
‘Which part?’ I ask.
‘There was this point where I was…’ She pauses and puts her hand out to indicate something flat.
‘You were face down on the mattress,’ I suggest.
She squirms on the sofa and tucks strands of hair behind her ear. ‘Yes.’
‘And you twisted my hips lightly and…yeah, from the back…angles.’
‘I think you’ll find it worked well when you rotated slightly to meet me,’ I tell her. ‘That was…’ I say, my mouth dry.
‘Pleasing,’ she says, smiling.
Chloe looks at me and then stands, reaching down for the tablet and placing it to one side. I sit up and embrace her, kissing the slice of her stomach that’s visible, peeling down her shorts to kiss the flesh above her hipbone, my hands in the small of her back. I gaze up and see her close her eyes, her breath slowing.
She bends down to her knees and pulls my shorts down. I put a hand to her hair and feel my legs straighten as she takesme in her mouth, the feel of her lips around me, the pressure of her sucking and moving up and down my shaft. I reach down and grab a cushion next to me, wrapping a leg around her. She moves her head, slowly taking all of me in her mouth and I feel that sensation down my back, deep in my belly. From every conceivableangle.
29
DAY FIVE
CHLOE
I wake up the next morning on the sofa in the living room, wrapped in a light blanket, the sunlight streaming through the windows. Jess is standing next to me, cradling a cup of coffee and my first thought is:shit, am I naked?But I can’t be. I don’t think I actually took my clothes off last night. I think I asked Ben about a sex swing, that started a whole line of inappropriate conversation, and then I gave him head.Wait. We gave each other head. I blush as I remember. He pulled my legs up to the sofa and leant around, pulling the fabric back from my shorts and licking me while he was still in my mouth. Like a perfect sex pretzel.With Ben. Except where is Ben now?
The problem with having this many people in the villa and him being the host, is that we hardly get to debrief about the deeply erotic nature of the sex, and when we do, we have sex again. Before now, I think I’d only ever sixty-nined someone at university when I was drunk. Maybe it’s all the daytime drinking I’m doing. It’s incredibly uncharacteristic for me to do something so sexually acrobatic. And now he’s not here at all.Jess looks at me, smirking.There were noises, she must have heard.
‘Morning, sunshine,’ she says, putting a cup of coffee on the table in front of me.
‘Is my face still that yellow?’ I ask.
‘No, you’ve faded well. Must be your tan peeking through.’
Or my orgasm glow.
‘Good night?’ she asks innocently.
‘I watched a film,’ I say, unsure how to explain proceedings any differently to someone I’ve only known for four days.
‘With Ben?’
