Back to the cabana

Her thighs tremble as she collapses against him, every muscle liquid and spent, the mingled scents of sex and sweat clinging to their tangled bodies. The club's bass still thrums through her bones when she murmurs, "Carry me?" against his collarbone, her voice raw and throat still aching from taking Alex deep. Her fingers trace the tense muscles of his forearm, sticky with her own arousal.

Max's arms encircle her waist, one hand splayed possessively over her hip, as he lifts her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. The crowd parts as he carries her toward the exit, her sundress riding up to expose the glistening mess between her thighs to the humid night air. "Let's take a nice warm shower, get you cleaned up and ready for dinner"

The boardwalk lights flicker overhead as Max strides toward their cabana, Mea's exhausted body limp against his chest, her nipples pebbling against his damp shirt with every step. Distant laughter from another couple echoes across the beach, their moans barely audible over the rhythmic crash of waves. Mea's lashes flutter when Max's fingers trace the fresh bruises on her inner thighs, his growl vibrating against her temple.

Mea's breath hitches as Max's thumb swipes through the sticky mess between her thighs—Tony's cum mixing with Max's own release. "Still jealous?" she murmurs against his collarbone, her fingers idly playing with the damp curls at his nape. The possessive grip on her waist tightens in response, his cock twitching against her hip even now.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're mine. It's pretty hot though." His voice is rough with lingering arousal as he nudges the cabana door open with his hip, the shower already steaming behind them. "You are fucking sexy." His teeth graze her earlobe as he lowers her carefully onto the tiled bench, his hands sliding up her thighs to part them, revealing the glistening evidence of her debauchery. "Let's take a warm shower, princess"

The warm water cascades over her sore muscles as Max's soapy hands roam her body with unexpected tenderness, his thumbs circling the bruises on her hips before sliding between her thighs to gently clean away the remnants of their exploits. "Didn't think you'd be this... okay with everything," she murmurs, arching into his touch when his fingers brush her oversensitive clit, the contrast between his gentle care and earlier roughness making her pulse flutter.

His forehead presses against the tile beside her shoulder as the water sluices between their bodies. "Honestly, I'm still unsure about all of this," he admits, his voice barely audible over the spray as his fingers pause between her thighs. "I just want you to be satisfied." The admission hangs between them, raw and ****, his erection bobbing against her hip despite the conflicted expression darkening his features.

Her wet hands frame his face, thumbs tracing his stubble as she leans in until their lips almost touch. "I'm satisfied when you're satisfied," she murmurs, deliberately pressing her soap-slick body against him, feeling his cock twitch against her belly. "But you've got to stop holding back...I saw how hard you got watching me take those cocks." The shower steam fogs the glass as she drops to her knees before him, her tongue darting out to catch the droplets cascading down his abs.

His fingers tangle in her wet hair as she takes him deep, the hot water masking the tears stinging his eyes. "Fuck, I wanted to rip them off you," he growls, hips jerking when her teeth graze his shaft. "But watching you enjoying.. completely in a trance..." His voice breaks as she hollows her cheeks, the memory of her gaping holes making his balls tighten. "Should've fucked your ass right there in front of them."

The soap slips between her fingers as she works him with both hands now, her lips stretching around his girth while gazing up through steam-clumped lashes. "Next time," she promises, her tongue swirling over his frenulum just as his knees buckle. "You'll claim my ass while strangers watch...make them jealous of how well your cock fits me." The vibration of her words around his length draws a ragged groan from his chest.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily, fingers tightening in her hair as his release surges hot and thick down her throat. "Fuck..." The curse cracks into a moan when she swallows greedily, her nails digging into his thighs while milking every last pulse. The shower's steam can't hide the way his legs tremble as she licks him clean with kittenish flicks of her tongue.

The towel draped over his shoulders, he watches Mea pat water droplets from her flushed skin with a chuckle. "How much cum have you swallowed today?" His thumb swipes the corner of her lips where a pearly drop still glistens.

She catches his thumb between her teeth with a smirk, tongue swirling around the digit before releasing it with a pop. "Enough to make your possessive side go wild," she purrs, stepping close enough for her damp nipples to brush his chest. "But not nearly enough to satisfy me."

His chuckle is dark as he pulls her onto the bed beside him, one hand sliding possessively up her inner thigh while the other grabs the room service menu. "Enough for tonight?" he asks roughly, fingers tracing the tender skin where, the contrast between his gentle touch and the raw hunger in his eyes making her pulse stutter.

His hips jerk forward involuntarily, fingers tightening in her hair as his release surges hot and thick down her throat. "Fuck..." The curse cracks into a moan when she swallows greedily, her nails digging into his thighs while milking every last pulse. The shower's steam can't hide the way his legs tremble as she licks him clean with kittenish flicks of her tongue.

The menu's glossy pages stick to Mea's damp fingers as she flips through offerings more suited to a brothel than a hotel, each item name a thinly veiled innuendo. The Deep-Throat Oysters wink up at them beside Spanked Peach Cobbler, while the Gangbang Burger promises "multiple meat patties stuffed between buns."

Page twelve stops them cold...Human Platters featuring sushi arranged on oiled male torsos or chocolate-dipped strawberries nestled in female servers' navels. Below it, the Cocktail Specials section details drinks served with "fresh cream"—illustrated by a photo of a waitress straddling a patron's face, her fingers working between her thighs to drip directly into his waiting mouth. Another shows a female patron holding out her glass and sticking out her tongue waiting to receive from a fit black waiter stroking over her.