The Holiday Package: A Jake Davis Novella - Part One Read online

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  During dinner, the tension in the air, of a very sexual nature, is evident to the adults in the room. When I had walked in, Sasha approached me just enough to whisper hello in my ear, rubbing her breasts that were already spilling out of her black little dress across my own chest. She’s such a tease and who would have thought this woman, who was spewing ice crystals at me last night, is the same one that is now wanting me in her bed?

  We sit next to one another at dinner and her leg slides up mine many times, and the one time she “dropped” her napkin, she ended up leaning down to pick it up, squeezing my thigh in the process. Her flirting is lost on the kids but Anna and Mack notice it, as they themselves feed off it.

  “Early bedtime for the kids tonight,” he says, leaning into his wife as the kids only moan.

  “Well, maybe Sasha can take us swimming,” Sydney says but Sasha only smiles at the pretty girl.

  “Not tonight, sweetie, but I will take you to the beach in a couple days.” Looking at me, she continues, “I’ve got plans tonight.” That is when both Anna and Mack erupt in laughter.

  * * *

  I look for Sasha everywhere after I use the bathroom when I can hear Anna and Mack upstairs getting their kids ready for bed. Maybe she left to the guest suites, I wonder.

  Walking up the stairs that lead to the second floor where we are staying, I see her door shut. My heart sinks a little. Maybe she’s just taunting me. If she wants this, she needs to come to me.

  Opening my door, I don’t turn on the light, but go straight to the bathroom and get undressed, keeping my boxers on. After brushing my teeth, I attempt to crawl into bed, stumbling on top of it and crawling into the sheets. I feel something in the bed and my body tenses.

  Leaning toward the lamp, I flip it on and see I’m face to face with my ginger.

  “What the hell?” I ask, alarmed.

  “Well, the surprise would have worked much better if you would have turned on the fucking overhead light when you walked in,” she jokes, with a little laugh. Looking at me, with her fully naked, she says, “I see you like this view, though.”

  With a crooked smile plastered on my stupid face, I grab her and we crush together. Taking her mouth with mine, I demand deep access. When we are in a good rhythm, she pulls back.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Ground rules, Davis,” she says and pulls the covers over her naked body, and I really miss the sight of it instantly. Before I can complain, she smirks, “Don’t worry, you will get your eye full.”

  I want to pout like a fucking teenager but don’t. It’s so unbecoming. I finally say, “Okay, ground rules.”

  “What happens here stays here. Rule number 1,” she insists.

  I smile, knowing that is all I can offer but I add to it, “Okay, but just so we are clear, you’re not going to fuck me and then act like the ice queen you were last night.”

  In her devious little grin, she acts as if she’s offended, only to start laughing. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when you fall for me and I leave this island.”

  “Who’s not to say you won’t be broken-hearted?” I ask, a cocky smirk filling my face. Hell, I’ve spewed this line before, sharing with women that the here and now is all I can give. I’ve had some gals hold on a little too tightly but Sasha, hell, she’s right, I may fall but I’m willing to take what I can get.

  “Oh, I’m the ice queen, remember?” Sasha interjects though I know from my conversation with Mack, she’s much deeper than just the ice water that flows through her veins.

  I’m still standing at the side of the bed, with the very naked Sasha underneath the sheets. Turning her mouth into the sexier than fuck seductive grin, she takes her index finger, motioning me to her. I’m glad I brushed my teeth.

  “So, do we have a deal, Mr. Davis?”

  My dick is straining so badly against the side of my boxers that I have no choice. I mean, holy shit, a beautifully sassy-mouthed woman is naked in my bed and wants no-strings-attached holiday sex with me. Can I say no? Certainly not. It isn’t even an option.

  I stop for a second as I think about what she has said. “You said rule number one, is there a rule number two?”

  “No, do you want to make a rule? It’s only fair,” she asks.

  “You’re on. When you’re here, you’re mine. We part ways the day before New Year's Eve and that is that.”

  “I can accept your terms. Does that mean you will eat my pussy and make me come now?” She may be the devil incarnate but she’s the sexiest, smart-mouthed devil I’ve ever known.

  I don’t say a word.

  6

  After ground rules are established, it takes me all a nanosecond to pull back the sheets and ascend on her. Oh, her pussy, bare and beautiful, is ripe and ready for me but before I can feast on her, I’ve got to connect with her in some sort of way. I never start anything without access to the mouth. A woman only wanting me to suck her clit and never kiss me, I’d rather walk away. It is not natural to start without the most basic turn on. Though I’m relieved as fuck when she allows me to kiss her, again. My dick would be swearing at me if I had to walk away.

  She doesn’t seem to complain as our mouths crash together. Man, can this woman kiss. But I know her pussy needs some attention and it doesn’t take long for my fingers to find a way to her. While she moans into my mouth and I play with her clit, she’s stripping my boxers from me. I’m not sure logistically how all this is taking place but I know it is done when I feel her warm and soft hands on my cock, rubbing it. Backing away briefly, I say, “I would rather come from being inside of you.”

  “We have all vacation, Davis. That is if you’re man enough for a couple times a night.”

  This girl and her mouth, it turns me on! And I can only laugh now that she has dropped the mister from my name and is calling me Davis, which I like it.

  I lean down to where we are now face to face, our noses almost touching, when I say, “Oh, I’m man enough if you can take me that much.”

  She only gives me the look of a little kid, innocent and sweet, at first. “And what the fuck do you think?”

  “Oh, I have a feeling you’re more woman than I can ever handle.”

  “You got that right, Davis. Now, are you going to lick my pussy or what?”

  How do I even respond to that? I don’t, but this time, my eager mouth must taste her. The second my mouth circles her clit, she lets out these soft whimpers that make me rock hard, or harder because the second I realized she was in my bed, I was a goner. I guess she can stroke my cock a bit more but this is all for her.

  With her little whimpers, her body starts to writhe, indicating she’s close. I quickly stick a couple fingers inside her opening, finding her g-spot as I rock her toward a long, earth-shattering orgasm by the way her body reacts. The second she calms; her fingers find my hair and she’s affectionately rubbing my head. I look up, over her pussy and she’s smiling at me when she replies, “You’re all man!” The best compliment a woman has given me up to this point.

  After she comes, I don’t mess around. Leaning over to grab a condom, she takes it from me, putting it on me as I ache physically to be inside of her. She takes my ass and pushes me in hard and again, her moan almost makes me come but I hold out for a while until we both reach our breaking points at the same time.

  * * *

  Waking up by myself on the first day of this holiday fling is not what I am expecting, after the agreement we came to last night, though frigid could be a term used to describe Sasha’s moods at times.

  Looking at the clock, I know Mack and the kids won’t be here for another two hours so I walk across the hallway to her room to renegotiate the terms of our agreement, though I won’t budge in what I want from her.

  I knock loud, really loud. Hearing quiet footsteps, I brace myself for the tongue-lashing I’m about to dole out to her.

  Opening the door, in nothing but a flimsy nightie, I can’t say much since I’m a
s naked as I was as the day my mom brought me into the world.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, giving me the once-over.

  “We had an agreement, Ice Queen,” I say and she’s dumbfounded at my accusations.

  “What agreement is that?”

  “This is not just a fuck for me, Ice Queen. I don’t expect anything in eight days when we leave but I’m not going to sleep with you and let the ice in your veins freeze me out.”

  She pulls me into her room; “You can’t be standing there naked in case the kids come up here early. Not sure if you have seen it, but they adore me and seeing us naked is not something I want for them.”

  Seeing a sweet and vulnerable look flowing over her face, I say, “Now, are we in agreement that this with you and me is not going to be just a quick fuck and that you and I are together for the next eight days?”

  “Okay, counselor, what are you proposing?”

  Scrubbing my hand over my face, I say, “The same fucking thing I proposed last night that you agreed to. I can’t offer you anything else other than us for the duration of our stay. If you can let me in for one week and a day, it would be good for you and quite honestly, it would be good for me. Just don’t run from this.”

  I see the fear in her eyes; by the way she is looking at me, it looks like I’m promising her the moon. This girl has been hurt, I’m not sure how and I’m not sure why but eight days of being cherished is what she needs and it is what I intend to do.

  Taking her hand, I say, “Look, Sasha, I had a great time together last night. You were, well, let's just say we were off the charts.” Her hand, once stiffened, is now feeling a little less rigid. With a smile on her face, she allows me to pull her into myself and it takes less than a second for my cock to harden with her this close.

  “This is not what I do, Davis.” Her hand is on my cheek now and tipping my face down, she says, “But I’m willing to try. This open girly crap is not me but I can give you eight days. Eight days where I’m your priority is something that I can get behind because I’ve not been someone’s priority in a long time.” She looks away before the pain overtakes her, but I see it because she allows me to.

  Slightly brushing her face with the back of my hand, she melts into me. The vulnerability is only for a moment but I see it when she finally says, “Okay, we have a deal.”

  * * *

  Her creamy skin, underneath the thin nightgown she’s currently wearing, is calling my name. As soon as she agrees to my deal, she walks away toward her bed and using my foot, I shut the door. That satin skin is still beckoning me as I’m about to get a better look at all of her because the nighty is about to come off now at my order.

  “Take that fucking nightgown off so I can take you all in.”

  Her smirk makes my dick stiffen again when her devious caramel-amber eyes pierce my own. Her voice is sultry when she says, “You’re not a Dom and I’m not your sub.”

  I cross the room in two steps, pulling the back of her body to mine; she must feel my erection pressing into the backside of her ass. “Now, how do you know I’m not a Dom? I like control.” My fingers run down the lacy nightie that still seems to be on her fucking body. With one hand, I thread my fingers through her auburn curls and with the other, I let my fingers travel to the insides of her thighs, while I discover nothing on beneath her gown. “Mmmm, I love this.” I almost whimper as I delve two fingers inside of her, not only feeling her wetness but hearing it, too.

  Her body melts into mine as she barely lets her words escape. “Well, you may be a Dom, but I’m no one's sub.” However, she can give as good as she takes, manipulating herself in a way that my fingers stay in her. She seems to be some sort of fucking contortionist and holy fuck, I love it!

  I let out a deep, throaty laugh when her hand reaches for me. “Something tells me that no one could ever tame you, Ginger.”

  I have three fingers inside of her when she starts to writhe. She has something to say but between the pleasure of my hands and her concentration of working on my dick, she finally gets out, “Ah, Ginger, so much more original than Red.” Her voice, while sarcastic, is also seductive.

  Again, I laugh at this woman. I love her openness, her frankness and the way she doesn’t fucking care what anyone thinks. “Ah, I can come up with something else, Roho.”

  The pad of my thumb now is working her clit and I can feel her body clench, ready for an orgasm, but I need to suck up all her cream. Still with my thumb on her clit, I drop down to my knees as she lets go of my cock. I feel the absence of her warm touch but this is for her and if I’m being honest, I’m greedy as fuck to taste her again.

  When I suck up everything that is Sasha Peterson, I lean back on my knees, looking at her beautiful face and taking in her precious glow of post orgasm foreplay.

  Looking down at me with her hands still in my hair, she says, “No, Davis, I like Ginger.”

  With a little smirk, locking onto the twinkle in her eyes, I simply say, “Then Ginger it is.”

  * * *

  Lying in bed, after I fucked Sasha three more times, her sweet aroma still wafts throughout the room. With her hand on my chest and my arm under her that has somehow found its way to her perfectly smooth ass, I listen to the light little snore of the precocious woman sleeping next to me.

  I take in her words from earlier that she said, “Eight days where I’m your priority is something that I can get behind because I’ve not been someone’s priority in a long time.” Who hurt her to make this hard-ass exterior? If I could break it down, in the days I had left, I would like to know who had hurt her in order to heal just a little of what has her broken.

  As she stirs, stretching her arms, they unintentionally rub against my dick. I say, “Better watch out, Ginger. You keep that up, I may fuck you one more time.”

  Turning her head to mine, she gives me the most fucking gorgeous grin on those lips that sucked off my cock earlier. There is not a fucking thing on this earth I would change with Sasha, but her lips and mouth are both carnal and tender at the same time. When I watched her earlier taking the entire length of me, it was her full and luscious lips wrapped around me that almost made me cream inside of her. And then, when she was done and I did lose it inside of her, the way she swallowed me, curving those lips up into a wicked grin afterward as if it were a vodka and soda she just drank, is a sight I’ll never forget.

  “Morning, Davis.” She exhales while she turns to get out of bed. “Or is it still morning after all the fun we had?” I instantly grab her waist, bringing her into my space.

  “No running, Ginge! This, you and me, is fun for the next eight days. You don’t need to hide from me.” She hears I’ve now shortened her nickname, only shaking her head at me and my instructions that I’ll have her follow, some way and somehow. “It is only ten am, Ginge, so technically still morning in my book.” I grin, tightening my grip on her.

  Instantly, I see her shiver, showing me how uncomfortable she is. “Davis, I’m not this cuddly feely girl. We fuck, we have fun. Hell, I’ll even hang around you because you’re not bad to look at.”

  “No, Ginge, you don’t get off that easy. You can lay here for five minutes and talk to me.”

  Shifting, she gives in finally as I feel her muscles soften against my body. “Davis, this goes against everything I know.”

  “Yes,” I say, pushing her. “I understand that but you said it yourself, your committing to a week of fun sex and company isn’t you and yet here you are.” Looking down at her eyes, they are blazing through me.

  “Oh, you’re a son of a bitch, using my words against me.” Her voice vehemently pours from her mouth but her lips curl up in the cutest little smirk and all I can think about is all the ways I want to use those lips this week.

  “Ah, but Ginge, this is good for you.” I lean over and kiss her forehead as I tickle the sensitive skin right over her beautiful tits. “Anyway, we—you and me only—are going to the beach. I want to see if you own an it
sy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini that maybe you can squeeze into. Or, you can go like this,” I say, taking the sheet, she has covering her R-rated body and slipping it back completely.

  “I have a bikini in every color, Davis!” she says playfully while she gets on her knees and straddles my body.

  “Ginger, you keep doing that, Mack will hear us in here fucking if he hasn’t come to make us breakfast already and I’m not sure he can take that. He’s protective of you like I am of my own sister.”

  Now with her bare pussy on my chest, I take one finger as I’m granted easy access.

  “Davis, oh lord, Davis.” I could stand to hear her moan my name all day long.

  “Ginger, just relax. This is all for you, beautiful.”

  Her eyes roll back as her tits are bouncing up and down while she writhes in pleasure, pushing her to yet another gloriously beautiful orgasm. Still on top, she leans forward and kisses me when she says, “If all the snuggling and cuddling crap leads to orgasms like that, sign me up.”

  7

  After a late breakfast, because we fell back to sleep, Mack left eggs, bacon, and crepes in the oven for us. Afterwards, I retreat to my own room for a couple of minutes to regroup. Sitting on my bed, the one that Sasha surprised me in just twelve hours earlier, I hold my head in my hands trying to come up with a plan. I don’t commit to relationships yet I did for eight days. What the fuck am I thinking? Then I remember how Sasha reacted to every little thing I did to her last night and that is when I throw caution out the window. I understand these days with Sasha could fucking well do me in, but that’s worth the price, living in the here and now, which I seldom do.

  I gave space to Justine and look what happened. And maybe that was best. I mean I see the way she looks at Nick, I want a woman to fucking look at me like that one day. It can’t be Sasha and now is not the time.

  Sylvie wouldn’t let me go at this point anyway. I’m too valuable to her fucking end game. But I can’t think of Sylvie when the sensually sexy and absolutely beautiful Sasha is waiting for me in a bikini—a yellow polka dot bikini to be exact.