The Ticket to Success (+18)
This work was commissioned by @raptures-finest, as usual it was a pleasure working with you!
OC (Andy) X Koala
Warnings: Masturbation, horny thoughts, hot tub sex, unprotected sex, and implied oral.
Word count: 7,080
Andy huffed, shuffling through the wad of mail he’d struggled for five minutes to remove from his mailbox. How the hell the mailman managed to stuff this many envelopes into the tiny box, he wasn’t sure, but it was a little amazing to behold. Well, it would be more enchanting if it didn’t result in him cussing out the thick stack of junk mail and weighing the benefits of tearing it out with his teeth for the feral satisfaction it would bring.
Luckily for the post office, Andy had enough restraint to not do that.
Barely.
So now he was aggressively sorting through it at his coffee table, wondering how a day could manage to pile up this many colorful envelopes, flyers, and brochures of everything from car dealerships, grocery store sales—oh, that’s a damn good deal for a turkey, but what the hell would he even do with a whole turkey?!—churches, window estimates, phone companies, actual bills be needed to keep, and thoughtful offers to take out loans he couldn’t afford to pay back.
It's so exhausting being popular, it seems. At the very least, more popular than he’d been for the past few months.
Andy would never describe his social life as hot and popping or any other vaguely cringe phrase, but it had been particularly dry and depressing since he got dumped a while back.
Over text.
Andy handled it with dignity, of course…
And a few gallon jugs of ice cream with reruns of canned laughter sitcoms to soothe his soul as well as his wounded ego. But that was besides the point and no one’s business but his internet history and the mysteriously thriving succulent he doesn’t recall buying, potting, or even watering even once. It also keeps moving but unless it starts talking to him, he’s going to ignore the vaguely spooky nature of his potted plant.
Hell, if it starts paying rent he’ll give it its own room too.
Still, in the midst of many creative scams, deals, and bizarre attempts to claim his Sundays, there was a rather plain envelope with a smiley face logo. Cheerfully calling him a winner. Andy wasn’t so depressed that’s all it would take to get him to take out a fifty thousand dollar loan though…
Andy leaned forward suddenly, squinting at the return address.
It sounded familiar.
And not like it was his bank kind of familiar.
Happy Holiday Getaway Giveaway.
A little generic, maybe that’s what got his attention?
Andy huffed, hand moving to smack the envelope onto the junk pile and then yelped when he instead slapped the innocent succulent he did not recall putting on his coffee table. The cute, chubby leaves barely moving an inch, still thriving with pretty pink buds.
“Sorry!”
Seriously, when the hell did he get this plant?!
Andy thought hard, narrowing his eyes at the strange thing in it’s clay pot painted like a takeout container.
It was weird enough that he just might have got it himself but… when?
Couldn’t have been after he got dumped—the only needless purchases he’d made were video games and sweets after that disastrous text.
Before it then?
He doesn’t remember why he would have—he’s not a plant guy and Cashmere certainly wasn’t either… ah!
Andy nearly jumped, remembering suddenly why the name was familiar.
It was a sweepstakes! He’d entered a sweepstakes hoping for a nice vacation with his then-girlfriend!
Then she dumped him two days later…
Andy ripped open the envelope and looked over the contents.
Shockingly… he’d won.
All inclusive trip to an exotic resort. A new one at that, so the amount of other guests were low—maybe this was a sly way to test the facilities? The pictures were stunning but vaguely liminal if he was being honest.
Sleek, modern white walls with pristine pools surrounded by a golden beach. Paradise perfectly packaged for the wealthy consumer who didn’t mind the vaguely canned feeling of the architecture. It would probably look a little less fake with more people but the few pictures he had only had a few runway models lounging around. Distantly, Andy worried that this was a trafficking scheme of some kind.
But no, he’d looked up the resort when he first applied for the sweepstakes.
It’s very real. And very new.
In fact, the paperwork he got warned of conditions. Mainly a required set of activities he’d need to partake in. Interviews of his and his guest’s experience.
Looks like he was being offered the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a guinea pig for an expensive resort. Well, him and one other person.
“Shit…” Andy muttered, looking around his frankly messy apartment.
Who the hell would go with him on vacation for a week?
Andy had his phone out, scrolling through his contacts nervously.
Have to be single—don’t want the drama or some misunderstanding otherwise…
That knocked out several people.
Definitely not calling family, that sounds like hell on earth.
There goes several more… his contacts are pretty sparce now that he thought about it.
If this ends up being shit, I don’t want to hear about it at work…
Aaaand there goes a majority of his contacts.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Andy scowled.
“Okay, who’s crazy enough to beta-test a bougie resort or knock out teeth if it’s a trafficking scheme…” Andy’s finger scrolled directly to one person.
Koala.
Well… yeah.
Koala would definitely agree to go.
Nervous, Andy shot her a text, wincing when he realized their last conversation was nearly a month ago about splitting the cost of takeout. But it was too late now, his shot was well and truly out there.
Three dots bounced at the bottom of his screen for several moments.
‘u tryin to get ur organs harvested or smt?!’
Three, mocking dots bounced again.
‘fuck it we ball’
Andy blinked, shocked he barely had to justify himself.
“…fuck it, we ball.” Andy echoed distantly, realizing with growing horror that he’d just agreed to a week-long resort stay with Koala.
…What would he even wear?
What would Koala wear?!
Andy shot up, running to his closet to try and find decent clothes to wear.
Depending on how suspicious Koala was, she was either packing bikinis or brass knuckles—Andy nearly smacked himself.
It was Koala.
She was packing both.
Short of any brass knuckles himself, Andy settled for at least two pairs of khakis and worked from there. Worst case scenario, Koala just makes fun of his fashion choices. As long as he packed sunscreen, that should be the most embarrassment he has to worry about.
Shockingly, that was not the most embarrassment he needed to worry about.
Andy had, in his confusion, forgotten a key feature of this trip beyond trying out a new facility he’d otherwise never get to step foot in.
This was designed as a couple’s retreat.
So, there he was, standing side by side with his dear friend Koala as they stared at the only bed they had available.
Red silk sheets littered with rose petals and chocolates. Clean white candles lit in their own holders on the bedside tables as mood lighting while the afternoon sun stained the ocean view with lovely pinks and purple hues. The only good news was that the bed was in a normal shape, but he hadn’t seen the bathroom yet so he wasn’t going to assume he was in the clear for anymore overt honeymoon-vibes.
“Ah…” Andy found himself failing to say anything witty for the occasion. A joke, perhaps, to cut the tension. But really, what was there to say here?
“Ah.” Koala agreed with an amused grin. “Well, at least the room is nice!” Andy nodded woodenly, looking out at the spacious accommodation.
Much like the rest of the resort, it was rather sparsely decorated. Bare, in fact, except for a few modern art pieces that looked like they were made with a max budget of twelve buck but ended up costing twelve hundred at minimum. White walls, warm recessed lighting, hardwood floors, and off-beige colored furnishings for the most part. There was the occasional pop of saturated color, like the red bedding and what appeared to be teal accents in the bathroom, but for the most part the resort seemed to be trying to convince him that they’d died. And not honorably, either.
Like, really boringly died at the end of a long nine-to-five with no real attachments to anything but the vague concept of a full night’s rest. No personality to speak of beyond what could be agreed on in a tense but ultimately meaningless boardroom meeting of old, out of touch CEOs.
Nice, but like it would really suck to live here.
The view was nothing to sneeze at, though. Panoramic windows overlooking a private balcony of just a small slice of the ocean just off the kitchen. A little cozy hot tub merrily bubbling away. Not that Andy could imagine cooking anything in the kitchen, it looked painfully staged. Like he’d open the fridge to find an open glass pitcher of milk and sample sized glass bottles of syrup for coffee. Maybe craft coffee beans and dragon fruit in the cupboards if whoever staged it remembered that people generally tended to eat things but damned if they could remember how that worked.
Sterile and just a little out of touch seemed like a good description of the place, actually. Even if it was bigger than his apartment.
Andy eyed the beige couch and wondered if he’d smell like a department store after sleeping on it. It looked too small to fit him though, and he wasn’t a particularly large guy to start with.
“Well, at least it’s not a trafficking scheme.” Koala finally sighed, setting down her bag and removing her cap. Soft red hair puffing out now that it was free. “I feel too gross to sit anywhere though.” She huffed and Andy definitely agreed with her.
“Well, we’re free for the rest of the night to settle in. You can try out the shower first. We’ve got to show up for breakfast and…” Andy fished in his pocket for the activity list. Clicking his tongue as he squinted over the frilly calligraphy. “After that, snorkeling? Snorkeling at eleven for two hours and then lunch. Free until dinner at seven.” He eventually summarized. Koala looked at him with intrigue.
“What else do we have to do?” She asked, popping open her suitcase to sort through the contents.
“Looks like the day after tomorrow we have a short nature hike after breakfast and a spa treatment after lunch until dinner. Next day is a cooking class to make our own dinner. Yoga early the next day. The last two days are our own outside of meal times. Then we leave before noon.” Andy mused, glancing over the list.
Really, he’d have liked to choose his own activities, but considering the whole damn thing was free, he had no real complaints on the matter. Nothing seemed too outlandish at least.
“Sounds like a pretty decent plan. Kinda wish the meal times were more flexible but I guess the whole thing’s free so…” Koala shrugged while unknowingly agreeing with him. Plucking out some clothes from her suitcase and going to the open doorway to a clean, white tile bathroom with teal decorations. Andy smiled, deciding to go onto the balcony and check out the view while he waited for Koala to finish taking a shower.
Frankly, it was breathtaking. The distant crash of the waves below. Faint conversations of staff and probably a few other guests testing out the facilities. Sea salt heavy in the air as a cool breeze swept by. Andy could easily get lost in this sort of view…
If only he could forget how there’s literally only one bed.
And the couch in the main area was not big enough for him to sleep comfortably after a moment of contemplation unless he suddenly gained the ability to sleep like a lego on it’s side. And even then, he’s pretty sure his ass would be hanging off the edge.
It was unclear if it was meant for just looks or really skinny rich people.
Who knows, maybe there’s a secret couch-upgrade where they swap it for an identical fixture with three extra inches of cushion… probably costs an extra grand per inch though, knowing his luck.
And now he was trying not to think of the very obvious issue he’d need to solve for the week by imagining couch-related-upcharges.
Thing was, if it was anyone else, he might get away with sleeping on the floor.
But Koala would toss his ass into the sunset if he even tried to imply she needed separation to ‘protect her modesty’ or whatever. So… no. Koala would not stand for him to sleep on the floor and she’d laugh herself hoarse if he tried to squeeze onto the barely functional couch when he’s the reason she got to be here. And to hell would she sleep on the faux leather couch when there’s a perfectly good bed. Really, she wouldn’t see any issue with sharing the bed once they tossed out the rose petals. They’re friends. It’ll be just like a sleep over!
Because it kind of is.
And they are friends.
But Andy’s issue was more… personal.
He sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the sturdy railing suddenly as he finally allowed himself to admit the truth.
Koala was really pretty and Andy was a horrible cuddle bug.
Anything breathing in his vicinity ended up in his arms shortly after he passed out. Pets. People. Once, a particularly almost certainly haunted doll.
Side note of his own thoughts, Andy frowned at the realization that a succulent might not be the first or only vaguely haunted object following him in his own home…
And he’s getting distracted again! He needed to think of a solution before Koala finished up or he’d be stuck flailing in front of her trying to hedge around how handsy he got in his sleep!
It was mortifying. All the more mortifying by how lovely Koala was. Even if she scared him a little, but, never let it be said that his response to fear was rational. And he’d always thought Koala was lovely just as much as he knew she was out of his league. Embarrassingly so, actually.
It’s a whole thing is what Andy was trying to get at.
And Andy, the mad genius and utter fool he was, invited her to a beta-test couple’s retreat for an entire week.
If there was anything more horrifying than a bible in the nightstand, Andy was saving Koala the trouble and flinging himself into the setting sun.
“You better have brought pajamas because I am not cuddling up to your naked butt.” Koala piped up suddenly from right behind Andy, startling him badly enough to yelp. Face red from embarrassment and the thought of such an intimate embrace. Loose shorts barely mid thigh and a matching red spaghetti strap, crop top her pajama of choice for the night.
Andy quickly looked away from her soft shoulders exposed to the setting sun and, even more enchanting and dangerous, the gentle curve of her inner thighs. Her skin flushed and silky. Lean muscle packed neatly away under plush curves. Enough to fool most men, but not Andy. No, Andy knew better.
Even if he’d probably handle the sight of her so casually dressed better if he didn’t know how easily she’d break his spine. Alas, it was too late for him on many fronts.
“C-Course I did!” Andy sputtered quickly. “I-I’d never—” Koala snickered, rubbing a towel over her wet hair. Eyes bright with amusement as she smiled. His heart fluttering at her expression that he could almost imagine as enamored.
Andy cleared his throat quickly.
“Anyway! I thought I’d take the couch—s-so it’s not a concern!” Andy tried to deflect but Koala arched her bow at him. Pretty pink lips twisting into a scowl.
“Andy. I’m not convinced I could fit on that couch laying down. Any smaller and it would be an artsy end table.” Koala pointed out dryly, shaking her head. “Just take a shower, Andy. And don’t you even think of trying the couch.” She huffed, storming off. Wet hair bouncing over her shoulders, flicking water behind her.
Well… that was that, he supposed.
What a shame.
Dead of mortification on his first night on an all-expenses paid vacation. What a waste.
Andy swiped up a change of clothes and his little toiletry bag before Koala could do something horribly embarrassing like rifle through his bag and pick out his underwear. He didn’t pack any of his goofy boxers but he just knew that somehow Koala would reach in and pull out something gaudy. Like heart boxers or middle-school style dicks. Badly edited cat pics or maybe repeated ‘live, laugh, love’ patterned boxers.
He didn’t know how, he just knew she would.
Andy barely glanced at the bed to see Koala tucked in on one side, petal free, and scrolling on her phone in boredom. She looked so cute and domestic waiting for him to join her.
It took effort to rip his thoughts away from such dangerous trails, choosing instead to puzzle out the fancy shower. How Koala managed without cursing up a storm, he wasn’t sure.
Or maybe he just didn’t hear her?
Still, he managed somehow and quickly ducked under the spray. Letting hot water trail down his spine, cool teal tiles pressing into his forehead as he braced himself. Fingers clenching as he imagined the bare plush of his palms being something else. A different kind of heat building in his blood just as quickly as shame did. His cock throbbing with neglect as he tried to think of something else.
Anything but how soft her thighs would be in his hands.
How sweet she’d sound as he kissed up them.
She’d break him in half for the audacity—and if it happened after he got a chance to try his luck, he’d likely thank her.
Andy sucked in a sharp breath, his calloused palm wrapped around his cock. Water squeezed against his stiff length. He clenched his fist, thumb rubbing over the tip. Slipping in precum as his knees threatened to buckle.
Andy justified his indecency with the knowledge that if he didn’t take care of it now, he’d be likely wind up with it burning a hole through his pants. It certainly wasn’t going away on it’s own, no matter how cold he made the water—it was going to be a very long week if he didn’t find a way to manage this issue.
Andy gasped and panted into the hot, moist air as he stroked himself. Electricity shooting up his spine with every motion. Mind running wild as he pleasured himself for the first time in months. Unreasonably turned on from recycled fantasies with his ex being fashioned into something more compelling. Koala’s face where Cashmere’s once was—had originally been before he shamed himself for thinking of his friend that way while he had a girlfriend.
And now here he was, almost choking on steam as he went faster. His palm slapping the base of his cock just loud enough for his ears to burn. His eyes squeezed shut as he swallowed a moan. Imagining Koala gently crying out his name.
“—Andy?”
He gasped, nearly slipping as he came. Spilling onto the wall and his fist in thick spurts.
Nearly choking, still trembling with the aftershocks, Andy responded.
“U-Uh, yeah, K-Koala?” Andy said, trying to sound casual as his hand stroked his cock, riding the waves of his orgasm. It didn’t escape his notice how he throbbed when she spoke up. A particularly heavy spurt of cum splashing the wet tile as his whole body flushed with heat.
“Want me to set an alarm an hour before breakfast?” she asked politely. A fresh wash of shame falling over him.
Koala was such a good friend and here he was!
A fucking degenerate jacking off to her!
At least his libido cooled down considerably but at what cost?
“Yeah. Thanks, Koala.”
“No problem!”
Andy pulled his hand away, face burning as the water washed away the only evidence of his shame.
Hopefully, that would be the end of it.
That would not be the end of it, unfortunately.
Andy woke just before sunrise with a whine. His nose tickling with the soft scent of peaches and honey. Soft breath blowing across his chest. His cock arching against the fabric of his sleep pants to nestle into a soft, warm crease.
Koala was curled up in his arms, hands clenched into his shirt.
And his cock was practically trying to slip into her shorts.
Mortified, Andy tried to slip away. To maybe turn around or escape to the bathroom. But Koala whined, low and sweet. Her body shifting in a roll, grinding against his thigh trapped between her legs. He couldn’t help the hiss that escaped him, his whole body freezing as he tried to will his erection away.
Andy did not fall back asleep easily. But he only tried to slip away once more, triggering a more petulant and aggressive shuffle. He then realized that if he kept going, Koala would wake up to something a lot more embarrassing than his hard on pressing into her thigh. Uneasy, he fell back asleep hoping it would go away on it’s own.
He could only assume it did, seeing as he woke up to a cheery alarm instead of Koala’s hands on his throat, throttling him for his indecency. Andy groaned and buried his face into the pillow when the image of her straddling him did little to tamper down his pre-existing problem.
“Wake up, goober! It’s time to get dressed!” Koala chirped from somewhere nearby. Andy sighed, face still buried in his pillow.
At least she sounded happy… he could handle a week of mortifying self-control if it meant she had fun.
“Alright, alright. I’m up!” Andy huffed, smiling as he rolled out of bed.
And promptly wanted to roll back into it when he saw Koala.
“How do I look?”
Practically glowing with excitement, the cutest expression of mischief on her face. Cut off shorts barely mid thigh and a soft pink, short sleeved button up tied under her breasts, exposing her stomach and the cups of a yellow floral swim suit tied around the back of her neck. Large sunglasses perched on her head as the morning sun peaked in through the gauzy curtains. Flip flops clapping against the tile as she finished rubbing in sunscreen over her arms. A faint sheen across her cheeks hinting she’d already applied it there as well.
“You look good! Uh, new swim suit, right?” Andy asked, certain he’d never seen that one before.
“Yep! Got it just for the trip! And a matching swim suit for you too!” Koala grinned, tipping her head towards the dresser with aforementioned swim trunk.
A couple’s set?
Shit… Andy wanted to kiss her, she looked so cute and happy. And she’d so thoughtfully gotten him something nice to swim in rather than his ratty old pair of swim shorts he’d gotten years ago. As abrasive as Koala could be, there was no denying that she could be incredibly thoughtful while treating it as an afterthought. It’s one of the many things Andy loved about Koala.
Confident, passionate, endlessly thoughtful in her own way, and stunning even when she was pissed as hell. The list was really endless and Andy would die a happy man if he ever got to properly thank her for being even a fraction of the wonderful woman she was.
Not that she really needed his thanks, honestly.
She was also a little impatient, which Andy was reminded of as her expression began to twist into something approaching frustrated.
“Oh! Uhm, thanks, Koala! It’ll be nice to match when we go snorkeling!”
Andy picked up the shorts and raced to the bathroom, not wanting to see her good mood spoiled because he got lost in his head. This trip was a stroke of luck and he’d be a terrible friend if he wasted it waxing poetic about how great she was.
The resort was as nice and vaguely minimalist-industrial-backroom-hell that had been advertised. Everything looked so clean and hauntingly off-white. Decorated only with lush greenery and pieces of modern art he could only fathom as interesting to look at and not much else. The staff were also very nice with clean, pressed uniforms designed for the warm, breezy weather. They at least looked like real, comfortable, not-quite-minimum-wage people. Andy would have lost his mind if they all looked like supermodels.
“Ah, pardon me ma’am, do you know where they’re serving breakfast?” Andy asked a passing maid in pastel yellow, noting the name tag pinned to her chest. The woman, maybe around forty with a deep tan and laugh lines, chuckled.
“Yes, I do. Follow me!” Mariah cheerfully declared, turning on her heel sharply.
“Oh! Directions are fine if you’re busy, Miss Mariah!” Andy called out, but the woman barely paused as she laughed over her shoulder.
“It’s no problem, sir! We barely have any guests for this trial run so my hands are empty of meaningful work.” Mariah called out. “And no ‘miss’! That goes for either of you kids!” Koala laughed.
“Alright, ma’am!” She responded with a sharp grin as Mariah glared back.
“Sorry, miss—I mean ma’am—I mean Mariah!” Andy sputtered, faltering under what was definitely a well-worn motherly glare. Koala slapped his arm with a bark of laughter as Mariah joined in.
“This is the dining hall where every meal is served. I don’t know when you have cooking lessons but there’s a special area just to the left where Javier, my cousin, will teach you. If you have any questions, just let me know! You two have fun—oh! And if you wish to be, well, undisturbed, there’s a tag to hang on the door handle! Just don’t forget to remove it when you leave your room!” Mariah chuckled with a wink, leaving Andy sputtering again as Koala blushed.
“T-Thank you, Mariah!” Andy tried to speak, as the woman in question left them to their meal with a laugh.
Their breakfast was served buffet style. The table clearly not stocked to capacity, likely to cut down on waste, but still more than enough for a good meal. Andy served himself pancakes with fresh fruit, getting little samples of the ones he’d never seen before and would likely never have the chance to eat again. Koala’s own plate similarly stacked with immaculate, golden brown pancakes.
They ate in companionable silence, Koala occasionally stealing some of Andy’s fruit to try, which he offered only mild protest to.
The food was delicious and Andy realized it was the nicest meal he’d had in months. A little regretful that he’d be back to depression takeout when the week was up. Still, he’d enjoy the moment while it lasted.
They had over an hour before snorkeling, so they spent that wandering around the resort. Looking at the vaguely off putting architecture and areas that clearly would be expanded on at a later date. Koala’s arm wrapped around his as they meandered towards the beach where their lesson would take place, waving to the staff they passed by with amused expressions.
Their snorkeling teacher was a man built from a mountain, Andy was sure. Tan and broad with thick arms of hidden muscle. Salt and pepper hair tied in a bun and a stubby beard barely hiding his grin. He looked at them like they were the funniest thing he’d seen all day.
“Aha! Our lucky guests, a pleasure to see you two! First and foremost, I am Victor! I will be your guide and teacher for our little excursion!” He bellowed, a faint accent twisting his words pleasantly. “You have your sunscreen, yes? Apply more while I inform you of the safety rules!”
Andy and Koala did so while Victor followed his very informative script of what they were allowed to do, what they weren’t allowed to do, and how to respect the environment as they observed.
“Perhaps, if you impress me, you will be allowed to help hunt down lionfish! They’re unfortunately invasive in these waters and many locals fish them for fun. They’re also dangerous, so don’t touch them if you see them! Remain calm, don’t touch anything spiky, and you should be fine. Don’t disturb any coral, our gift shop has plenty of ethically harvested samples if you wish to have a keepsake.” Victor laughed, though he still sounded quite serious. “Above all else, just have fun! Our waters are beautiful and deserve to be appreciated as they are!”
And Victor was right about that.
They were stunning.
Miles of clear, clean water teeming with sea life. Colorful and curious fish swimming by them as Victor showed them around. They did see the invasive fish Victor mentioned and steered clear as instructed. Andy wasn’t sure he’d take Victor up on his offer of hunting trips, but it seemed like an interesting experience at least.
Andy would never forget how beautiful Koala looked though.
Twisting to watch a passing school of iridescent fish so close they grazed her with their fins. Her hair a halo around her stunned face. Bikini strings nipped by particularly curious fish mistaking them for worms perhaps. Sunlight streaming through the water in wide ribbons around them. Sharks idly swimming beneath them as they patrolled the seafloor peacefully.
Andy kind of thought he’d died for a moment, forgetting his own hands cupped to let small fish explore the unexpected space.
As ever present his desire was, Andy frequently lost himself in how beautiful Koala was. In and out of the water.
Curious and sweaty, surrounded by foliage and flowers as they hiked. Showing off a blooming flower bigger than her face with a wide grin.
Utterly relaxed and nearly asleep as she sighed, back popping under the attentive hands of her masseuse. His groan partly from sheer relief as his entire spine was reset and the hazy, distant smile Koala gave him.
Scowling as she carefully tried to debone a fish for their meal. Javier laughing as he barely looked at his own, watching them both struggle. He at least looked over their attempts to make sure it was safe, only needing to pluck a few from either of them with a proud smile.
Nearly halfway through their vacation and Andy was convinced he’d fallen in love with Koala all over again. The two of them relaxing in the hot tub as the sun dipped down over the horizon.
“Man, this is the best.” Koala sighed, partly leaning over the edge to take a cube of cheese from a sample tray that had been delivered to their room in leu of dinner—some sort of malfunction taking the kitchen out of commission. A promise of grilled fish a while later as an apology they gratefully accepted. Andy swore he could smell it down below on the beach, perhaps lionfish Victor caught he mused.
“I know, right? Even a kitchen disaster turns into a win. If this happened back home, I’d either be standing outside while the fire department hosed down my building or bedridden with food poisoning.” Andy laughed, slipping under the hot water until it lapped at his chin. Koala looked at him over her shoulder, skin already a few shades darker with faint white lines where her bikini had been resting consistently.
Now much more practiced, Andy managed to ignore the hot impulse to run his hand over her spine just to feel her breath under his palm.
Koala smiled and sank into the water, partly floating to his side and accidentally sitting on his thigh.
Before he could apologize for taking up so much space, she grinned and slipped fully onto his lap, leaning against his bare chest.
Andy froze, uncertain hands stuck just before he could grab her soft waist to move or—or maybe steady her?
“Best seat in the house, huh?” Koala winked, teasing him. Andy chuckled nervously. The trip had clearly been too peaceful if she was teasing him like this.
“A-Ah, c-can’t beat the view, clearly!” Andy stammered before flushing, looking out at the sunset to emphasize his meaning. Not wanting Koala to move because she thought he was being a creep—though the sight of her leaning against him was stunning. Warm, sun-kissed skin on full display, water dripping down between her breasts and under her swimsuit.
Koala sighed, her slender hand wrapping around his wrist as she brought his hand to her stomach. Andy nearly jumping out of the water as she looked up at him, pressing his hand higher until his thumb grazed under her covered breast. Her dark eyes searching his as his heart thundered against his chest.
“What if I could make the view better?” Koala asked softly, her expression almost hopeful.
“You’re already here.” Andy breathed, her eyes shocked at his declaration.
Andy was pretty shocked at his audacity too.
Rather than be offended or any variation of pissed, Koala smiled, quite pleased as she pushed his hand higher. Allowing him to press his palm over her breast entirely.
“I-I—are you—Koala, are you—do you want m-me to--?” Andy could barely breathe, his words cut off as she leaned up and pressed her soft lips to his chin. His hand reflexively squeezing, drawing out a soft moan.
“I’ve been waiting for you to touch me for ages.” Koala whispered against his skin.
It was like a dam burst open in his chest. All heat and thrill as it felt like his wildest dreams came true in an instant.
She wanted him?
She wanted him?!
“How much do you want me to touch you?” Andy asked softly, voice hoarse as he fought the urge to moan when she pressed her ass into his lap further.
“Completely. Anywhere you want to, Andy.” Koala swore, voice like silk in his ears.
“Anything you want, lovely.” Andy sighed, settling his hand on her thigh like he’d dreamed shamefully on that first night. Kneading and brushing between them while his other hand toyed with her breast. Teasing the cup of her swimsuit down until her breast spilled free. His eyes fixed on her face as she blushed, lips falling open in a clear invitation he didn’t deny.
Her lips were soft against his, her moan tickling against his skin as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Teasing it into a stiff peak while he stroked her thigh. Dizzy from how soft she was everywhere. A groan rattling his lungs as her tongue slipped between his teeth. Andy didn’t know when he closed his eyes, but they fluttered open instantly at her bold motion. Desperate to see her expression as he curled in closer to her to return the favor.
She looked almost frail in his arms. Like she was dissolving under his tongue, sweet, delicate flavors driving him deeper.
He wanted to see her break down under his hands. Watch as the strongest woman he knew utterly fell apart for him. Soft breaths keening between her lips as his hand between her thighs slipped to her trembling belly. Teasing lower slowly, pressing under elastic as she whined, breast heaving in his palm.
“Is this what you want, lovely?” Andy asked, panting against her lips as he flicked his tongue over the trembling swell. His fingertips shyly slipped under her bikini bottom.
“Andy, don’t you dare stop now!” Koala hissed, the usually threatening tone weak under his apologetic kiss.
“I don’t mean to tease you, baby. I just want to hear you say you want me. Love you too much to take what you won’t give.” Andy swore, her eyes wide as his fingers slipped over her clit and between her folds.
“S-Strong words for someone who’s been pussyfooting around me all week!” Koala moaned. “M-Man up and do something about it already--!” she bit out but the sting was drowned in how wet she was.
Arousal thick and oozing under his hand as he teased her folds.
“You’re so generous for me, lovely. Feel how much you’re already giving me?” Andy breathed, pinching her breast and grinding his thumb over her clit. His fingers dipping into the hot source of her arousal. “What a beautiful view…” Andy pulled away to admire her expression as he parted her walls slowly.
Eyes wide with beads of tears, face flush with red, parted lips. Looking up at him like he hung the stars, crying out as he found a sensitive spot in her soft walls. Squeezing his hand between her thighs as her back arched against him.
“A-Andy~!” she whined sweetly.
“You’re so fucking lovely~” Andy slipped his tongue back against hers, quieting her cries as he worked her open on his fingers. Rubbing the spots that made her whine and squirm. Groaning as she sweetly pressed her ass against his throbbing cock when she came in his hand. Quivering around his fingers with a moan that shook his bones.
And then she ripped away from him. Andy’s heart dropping and ice filling his veins as he panicked.
But instead of cursing him out and slapping him, Koala throw off her bikini top and slipped off her bottoms. Eyes burning with hunger as she stabbing his chest with her finger.
“Take it off!” She barked, free hand clenching the waistband of his swim shorts. But she didn’t wait for him to do more than lift his hips before yanking them down. “Who the hell said you could be this fucking hot?! O-ooooh A-Ah—ndy~!” Koala straddled him and let the tip of his cock slip into her folds. Sinking down onto him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his hair. Lips pressed against his ear and allowing him to hear every moan.
Andy gripped her waist, whining as her tight cunt took him in deep. His hands slipping to grab her ass, clenching the soft fat just above her thighs and yanking her up.
“K-Koala, y-you’re so tight mmmhgh~!” Andy managed to spit out before slamming her onto his cock, her yelp ringing in his ear. “I-Is this okay? T-Tell me this is okay—I-I n-need t-toooo~ Fuck~!” Andy’s tongue felt thick between his teeth as he jerked her on his lap. Barely refraining from slamming her against the side to drive into her like he wanted so desperately he could taste it.
“Stop! Holding! Back!” Koala bit out, nipping his ear as her nails raked across his back. “I’m riding you till you cry, Andy. For being such a cute dumbass! S-Shit, only man I know who’d ask if it’s okay when I literally sit on your dick!” Koala growled, slamming her ass onto his thigh at a hard pace. Bouncing on his cock as he watched in awe—the most beautiful woman he knew throwing back her head with a moan.
Andy would rather gut himself than stop her, so he silenced his embarrassing lips with the soft swell of her breasts. Palms hot on her ass, kneading as she kept going. Moaning with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over her nipples. Her pussy clenching onto his cock relentlessly. Water splashing around them furiously as his muscles tightened. Spasming as he started to cum.
Unwilling to do it alone, Andy reached down and ground his thumb over her clit. The both of them crying out as she slammed down, thighs trembling as she came suddenly. Clenching and pulling his own orgasm to the surface.
“I-I just—Koala, I don’t want to fuck this up. Love you so much, I can’t afford to fuck up with you.” Andy pleaded against her breast as they heaved for air.
Her hands carded through his wet hair tenderly. Voice faint between pants.
“Oh, Andy.” Koala sighed, sucking in a deep breath. “I love you so much too… so take the hint and fuck me, you goober.” She laughed, voice a little rough with emotion.
“How do you want it?” Andy pulled back to kiss up her neck, enjoying the little trembles as she quivered on his cock. Moaning with want.
“I’m more interest in how you want it, Andy.” Koala teased his hair before pulling it sharply. “How about you start with whatever had your cock grinding on me from night one?”
Andy inhaled sharply before a giddy smile overtook him.
“Do you want me to surprise you?” Andy asked after a moment of thought.
Koala had practically been begging for him to take the lead the entire time she’d been riding his cock.
“Absolutely.” Koala purred, yelping as Andy launched out of the hot tub with her in his arms. A complaint of her lips as he tossed her onto the bed that died as he gripped her wet thighs in his palms. Lifting them up high.
“Ah. Wait.” Andy abruptly dropped her and left to find the tag Mariah had mentioned before. Koala cursing him out instantly.
“You shit! Get back here—you can’t just pull that shit and bail!” she whined. Carefully, not wanting to flash anyone, Andy slipped the tag onto the outside of the handle and locked the door. Eagerly sauntering back to the bedroom. “Is this a game?! Tease me all week until I can’t take it anymore?!” Koala demanded, sitting up with her pretty legs partly splayed out, dripping onto the bed.
“Sorry, lovely.” Andy grinned sheepishly with a helpless shrug. “Didn’t want any interruptions when I finally get my hands on those pretty thighs.”
Andy slipped back onto the bed, grabbing under her knees and lifting her up again. Koala’s face shocked and a thrilled smile growing on her lips. Her arms collapsing under her when he started a trail of wet kisses down her thighs.
“A-Ahh~! I-I guess I can forgive you!” She laughed, moaning as he nipped her. “Oooooh! An-dy~!”
Andy chuckled against her cute, dripping pussy.
“But I haven’t apologized properly yet, lovely~ let me make it all up to you!” Andy licked between her folds and moaned. “So sweet inside and out!”
“Andy!”
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