Spring Break Heartache (A Spring Breakers Short Story) Read online

  “I am not clumsy,” This is a lie; it’s a known fact I could fall up stairs, “Who do you think you are, really? Just because you are in charge here...” The doors close us in and my worlds trail off because he pins me to the corner.

  “I’m definitely not in charge. Not since I laid eyes on you. You have all the control and you don’t even know it. If I was in charge, we’d never make it out of your suite, sunshine.” His words are hot and sweet against my mouth as his big hands cup my hips. I actually shudder when I feel the whisper of his full mouth against mine. It’s not a kiss and when I realize how badly I want it to become one, I know I’m in trouble.

  “Please don’t....” I start to push at his shoulders but find my hands hooking into the muscles they find to tug him closer.

  “Don’t what,” His face moves into my neck and we’re both panting as his hands cup my backside, “God you smell so fucking good. Fresh and sweet.” I gasp as his mouth opens and closes at my neck, his tongue hot against my skin.

  “Noah...don’t....” But I tip my head back to let him do whatever he wants.

  “Need to touch you, baby,” His handslanhis hips pin me to the wall, cock thick and heavy against my belly, “Want to find out if you are fresh and sweet everywhere.” I moan when his hand slides past my hip to shove between my legs. I am so wet I should be embarrassed but when he cups me, growling when I soak his fingers, I am anything but.

  “Please...I don’t know how.... I don’t know...” Noah tugs my panties aside and plunges two thick fingers inside my wetness before I can form coherent protests.

  “Christ, I want to taste your pussy,” I flush as the sounds of his fingers pumping into my wetness fills the elevator, “Want to watch you come while I’m between your sexy thighs. What have you done to me, sunshine?” I almost scream when his thumb works back and forth at my aching clit like flicking a switch.

  “Noah! Jesus.... I... don’t stop.” Noah growls and I cry out as his head bends, his mouth sucking at my nipple through my top.

  I am shaking as I come so hard I can’t stand up. I pant into his neck as he cradles me close, my vision hazy as my heart thunders against my ribs. Noah is talking to me but I can't make any of it out until his mouth presses to my ear.

  “Going to feed you lunch while you tell me everything about you, sunshine. I want to know what made you look so damn sad when you should know nothing but happiness.” I blink up at him as he breaks away, the elevator doors dinging open and closed again and again behind him.

  “Who are you?” I almost smile I am so sated and satisfied as I peer up at him.

  “Sunshine, I’m the man who shows you happiness. Who fixes your heartache.” Noah says it like it's not negotiable. I kind of get the feeling he’s not a man who has to negotiate often.

  If the best orgasm of my life given by possibly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is somehow Noah getting his way, who am I to complain?

  Could Noah be a better cure for my heartache than a spring break week full of sunshine and Pina coladas?

  Noah

  Going with my gut got me where I am today.

  I don’t hesitate when I see something worth taking. Something worth having. And Lana Loren is worth having. After blowing off meetings to go to her, I didn’t think I could let her leave her suite. All I’ve thought about from the moment I saw her was getting her in bed. Walking into her suite with her standing in front of that beautiful ocean view, I wanted something more.

  Might be crazy but I wanted Lana and that view forever.

  Watching her flush soft pink and pant my name as I make her come in the elevator convinces me of this. Once she started saying my name and letting me touch her, I couldn’t stop. Feeling how wet I made her just by touching her, being close to her, it drove me fucking mad.

  I should never have touched her like that where anyone could have walked in on us. She never should have let me, either. As she beams a sated smile up at me, something tells me she wouldn’t let anyone else touch her like that.

  “Noah,’ Fuck both my cock and my chest ache whenever she says my name, “I don’t know who you are or why you think you get to do what you want with me...” I almost laugh because my hand is still between her legs, her nipple is wet through her top from me sucking on it, and I can see in her eyes she wants more.

  “Told you, Sunshine. Going to show you happiness. Fuck you’re beautiful,” I hear the elevator doors dinging open and exasperated sighs of people waiting to climb on but I don’t give a shit, “Just about stopped my heart when I saw you out on that beach. Come on, baby. Let me feed you.” I watch her mouth, watch her bite her lip to refuse me her smile, and I smile that much wider.

  I lead her off the elevator, drawing her close as my arm winds around her hip. I dip my face into her neck once, kissing her soft skin. At the restaurant we’re led to the back where I help her into a booth before sliding close. My hand drops to her thigh, shoving at her skirt so I can feel her skin beneath my fingers.

  “Everyone is watching us.” Lana says tightly. I tear my eyes from her long enough to send a glare around the room. All eyes skitter away and she laughs beside me.

  “Like your laugh. Like how your eyes light up when you smile like that. That’s what I want to see.” I am completely enraptured by her, unable to look away from her dark hair and light eyes, her creamy skin, and the cute space in her otherwise perfect teeth.

  “Are you always so charming, Noah?” It’s my turn to laugh because this is not me being charming. This is me fumbling over myself because Lana makes me feel foolish.

  “Only with you. Order whatever you want and then tell me everything I should know about Lana Loren.” Lana cocks a head at me and for a moment I can’t read her. First woman I’ve ever wanted to know everything about. First woman who’s had me so twisted up without even trying.

  “Whatever I want? Lobster and champagne?” Lana giggles as I snap my fingers at her command and I can’t look away from her.

  “Whatever you want, baby.” I mean it more than she could possibly know.

  “Kidding. I was kidding, Noah. I mean it’s barely noon...” I slide my gaze over her as she flushes pink. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  “It's noon on a beautiful island in the middle of nowhere. We’re together. Why not have whatever we want?” My eyes fall to her lips as her teeth bite at them before she gives me that smile and nods.

  “Why not? Spoil me rotten, Noah.” Again, she giggles and my chest fills with something I don’t know how to name.

  For a few hours I do just that. I let her order as much champagne as she wants—with strawberries she asks sweetly after the first bottle—and feed her delicious fresh lobster that makes her moan with every bite. Hottest lunch I have ever had.

  But as I spoil her, I ask questions. How she got here, what put that sadness in her beautiful eyes, who she is and who she wants to be. Much more than I ever bother to ask anyone else. I don’t make time for women and haven’t for a very long time.

  Lana makes me want to slow time down so I can savor every moment with her.

  “I guess, really,” Lana sighs as she takes a swallow of champagne, “I’m not so heartbroken. Heartbroken I don’t get to check my boxes and have my happily ever after. But, not at all heartbroken it’s over. Guess that means something right?” I take her flute from her and twist towards her, hand sliding up her thigh as I hold her gaze.

  “Means you land here on my island. For me.” Lana’s eyes light with something as my hands pass over her panties but my eyes are on her mouth.

  I wanted to kiss her out in the shining sun on the beach. Made her come without ever tasting her mouth. Lana licks her lips, her breaths puff out fast and shallow, and I swear I can hear both our hearts thudding in unison.

  “Noah.” My fingers dig into Lana’s hip as another voice calls my name from behind us. I told Nanci to disappear for the day—no more interruptions.

  “Nanci,” I never look away from Lana as I spit the words o
ut, barely veiling my contempt for my assistant, “I made it very clear we were to be left alone, did I not?” Lana’s pretty eyes narrow past me and I smile. She’s jealous. It’s the same look from earlier.

  Watching her, I tug at her panties and she flushes pink when my fingers pass over her sticky clit. I bite my lip to swallow my groan. I love how responsive she is to me. Makes me feel like a fucking king.

  “Yes, sir. But there has been an issue that needs your attention.” I curse as my head drops against Lana’s shoulder. I slip my fingers inside her and smile as she moans and rocks her hips forward.

  “Go back to your room, baby. I will meet you there in an hour. Order up some dessert, yeah?” I kiss at her bare shoulder, up the curve of her neck, stroking her pussy twice before I slip my fingers out of her tightness.

  “Don’t you think your girlfriend...?” I bite her shoulder as I lean back to catch her gaze.

  “Assistant. She is my assistant. Here to assist me with the resort’s transition. Don’t need to be jealous, Sunshine. I like it though.” I pass my fingers over her clit and she moans and bites her full bottom lip. I nearly can’t pull away from her but I can feel Nanci waiting behind me.

  “Oh. I see.” Lana flushes shyly and I want to tuck her against me and carry her back to the room. But it has to wait.

  I do take her hand and help her from the table. After a bit too much champagne, I don’t trust her on her feet. Her still bare feet. Fuck, she’s adorable. Bringing her close, I bury my face in her neck and breathe her deep. Need it to hold me over while I go handle business.

  “Wait for me in your room, hmm?” Kissing her neck, I shove away at last and lead her to the elevators.

  Watching her step onto the elevator I feel alive and excited. By the light in her eyes and the smile on her face, so does she. And I like that look on her face. I like her happy. I like how it feels to make her happy.

  Didn’t know I could feel the way I do when I am with her.

  I am a man who gets what he wants at all costs.

  What I want is Lana on this island, in my bed, in my life. Forever.

  Lana

  Sun glows on the crystal-clear waters and sandy beaches and it’s so beautiful I can’t look away.

  Gazing out at the beautiful view I feel peace. At the same time my head and heart are buzzing from lunch. From Noah at lunch. His hands and eyes all over me, the way he talked just to me, looked just at me, and listened to my sob stories.

  Sob stories I don’t feel very sad about at all. Took my honeymoon trip to get over it all. But the moment I stepped onto this island and locked eyes with Noah, I forgot about everything else.

  Never in my life have I been so consumed by someone. And so fast. Even thinking that woman was his girlfriend, I went to lunch with him, let him touch me—hell I let him make me come in an elevator—all I cared about was being near him. At lunch he doted on me and gave me whatever I wanted.

  “You are so stunning,” He remarked while we ate, Noah feeding me bites of lush lobster with his fingers, “I can barely stand to let other people look at you. I want to keep you all to myself, Sunshine.” He licked at butter that dribbled down my chin, kissed at my jaw, and made me so hot I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me.

  How he looked at me made me feel as bright and warm as sunshine.

  Noah listened to me and asked questions about my career, about my life, about me. I told him more in a few hours than I think I ever told Clark. He had never cared about me wanting to go to flight school. Never really cared about anything I wanted. I don’t know much about Noah but I know one thing: I already care more about him than I ever cared about my ex-fiancé.

  “My favorite view.” Noah’s voice makes me go warm and soft as I press against the glass.

  Whatever business his assistant led him away for is done. Need zips through me as I feel him enter the room. Hear the click of the lock as he shuts the door behind him. A few heavy steps and I feel him press behind me, his fingertips barely touching my bare shoulders.

  “You order dessert, sunshine?” I close my eyes as his warm breath ruffles my hair before he kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder, my ear.

  Jesus, the man is dangerous in the most delicious way. I don’t know if he means what he says about wanting me. I don’t know if it even matters. I just know he spent the last few hours making me feel special and wanted and I don’t want it to stop.

  “No. I didn’t know if you meant it.” Pressing firmly into my backside, he circles his thick arms around my waist.

  “Mmm, I meant every word. Let me order something. Put on your bathing suit, we can eat our sweets in the Jacuzzi.” I melt into him as he kisses at my feverish skin, nodding along with every single command. So far everything he has asked of me has felt way too good to deny.

  Noah gives me a squeeze before he’s gone and I hear him calling orders into the room phone. I grab my bag and dig until I find my favorite bikini. It’s a black bandage style with ties that wrap from front to back and then back again. It bares my midriff—which I was never brave enough to show before—and my wide hips. I feel sexy as I slip it on and shove my hair into a bun atop my head.

  My eyes sparkle in the mirror and the darkness I saw there just a few days ago is gone. I feel light and bubbly, my smile splitting my face in two. Some of that is due to several glasses of champagne, no doubt.

  “Thank you. Send fresh towels and robes up as well. Yes.” A little shiver runs through me as I hear him giving commands. Something about him just screams control and I love it.

  Stepping out, I hesitate shyly by the patio doors leading out to the Jacuzzi. As if he senses me the way I do him, Noah turns. He growls and tips his head back. I smile when he cocks his head at me and makes a show of adjusting himself in his linen slacks.

  “Fuck, Lana. You don’t get to wear that out on the beach. Just for me. Turn for me, let me see you in that.” Hot all over from the alpha-male command and the roughness in his voice, I make a spin just for him.

  Once I turn back, it's me who growls. His loose shirt is gone, baring a massive toned chest cut with muscles that belong on a romance cover. He’s wide and thick and my eyes drop to his cock. Noah smirks, both hands cupping himself as he kicks off his pants and stands in just boxers.

  “Jesus Christ. How are you real?” I giggle as he crosses the room towards me.

  Reaching out, he takes my hand and presses it to his chest. We let out sounds the moment my fingertips touch his skin. I press closer, mesmerized by his perfection. But more by the buzz bouncing between us. Noah still cups his cock with one hand. No fair. I want to see the goods.

  “All real, baby. All yours.” I pop a brow as he licks his lips and slides his gaze over me.

  “Touch me too.” I plead, as I press closer, greedy for the feel of him.

  “Oh, baby if I touch you right now, I am not going to stop. Not till I get you beneath me.” Noah seems to struggle with his words as I notch myself against him, rubbing against his hand.

  “What if I want to be beneath you?” I press my mouth to his ear to ask.

  “Fuck. Lana, I will get you beneath me. Let you drink too much today.” I frown as I shove away, stung by his rejection.

  “Let me? I am a big girl; I do what I want. And who I want. Where and when I want.” My voice rises with every word and I push further and further away.

  Noah startles me by reaching out to snatch me back against his chest. I moan when he notches his heavy cock between my legs. One hand tunnels into my hair to tip my head back as the other cups my ass and holds me tight against him.

  “No, baby. Not now. Not here on this island or anywhere else. You’re mine, Lana. I will touch you. I will make you come. I will feed you sweets and tell you how this works between us. I won’t fuck you now.” I blink up at him as I rub against him shamelessly.

  “Why?” It sounds pathetic and I feel pathetic.

  “Baby. I won’t fuck you till I know you are sober and with me. I wa
nt you beneath me, needing me, knowing once you give me what I want, there’s no going back.” Hooking my arms around his neck, I shove close again, shaking against him.

  “Think I knew it the first time I saw you, Noah.” Tightening his hold on me, he rewards me with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

  “I knew it too, baby. Now get your fine ass in that Jacuzzi and let me feed you sweets.” I nod and turn away before I twist back just as there’s a knock at the door.

  “Wait!” I shout before he makes it to the door.

  “Yes, Sunshine?” Noah twists back to face me with a patient smile and bright eyes.

  “Kiss me. Please.” I hear the shake in my words and feel the tremble in my hand when I touch my mouth.

  “Oh, baby.” Everything stops as he crosses the room towards me.

  Noah’s eyes are warm and soft as he reaches out, hooking a hand around my neck. With a tug I’m brought against his chest and my arms snake around his broad shoulders. I feel right and complete as I melt into his bare chest and tip my head back.

  One hand cups the back of my head, tangling in my messy bun, the other presses to the small of my back, angling me against him. Noah moves slow as he holds my eyes and lowers his head. I hold my breath before he steals it and seals his mouth to mine.

  Noah’s kiss is everything I thought it might be. More, actually.

  Wrapped up tight in his strong arms, feeling his heartbeat thud in time with mine, the entire world fades to nothing but us. His tongue traces my mouth, licks at the seam of it, and then pushes inside. I whimper into him as I push closer, wriggling against him. Needing as much contact as I can get.

  Our tongues meet and parry, twist, push and pull as he pushes his full mouth against mine. He tastes like fizzy champagne and spice. I suck at his tongue and bite at his bottom lip and rub against him when he groans. I feel his need in not just the throb against my hip but in the press of his hands, his arms, and his chest against mine.

  “Fuck. Think you just stole my heart, baby.” Noah kisses at the corner of my mouth, nips at my jaw, and slaps my ass with a laugh.