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J.A.| Fiji (extended)

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Skin on skin.
His sweat-drenched curls.
My nails dragging down his back.
Our legs tangled in the soft white sheets of the hotel bed.

These are the things that I think about while I'm supposed to be focused on the algebra exam sat on the desk in front of me. My eyes dart from the random spot I was staring at to the clock in the corner of the classroom.

College is difficult, especially when your mind is off in Fiji with a man you hooked up with and never got his name or number. It's been a couple of months.

He sat at the beachside bar, eyes latched onto me as I swayed my hips to the exotic bongos. Another swig of his drink, and his big brown eyes are still trained on me. One last gulp from his tropical glass and he's making his way over to me.

Strong hands land on my hips, guiding them to the beat. The mystery man presses his chest against my back and a more sensual tropical beat kicks in. Other people faded away, it was only the two of us, the rhythm, the moonlight, and ocean waves.

Both of us engage in a heated salsa. I turn to meet his face and am breathless when I finally get a better look at him. I take it all in; from the messy curls on his head, to the freckles on his face, the metal hoop in his nose, to the tattoo on his neck.

That's as far as I get before he interrupts my next observation. 

"Let's get out of here," he says lowly in my ear. 

I'm not usually the type of girl to hook up with someone I haven't even spoken one word to, but Fiji will do that to a person. That person is me tonight.

A simple nod from me gives him the right away for him to grab my hand in his tattooed one. Our feet sink into the sand as we rush to the nearby hotel. It's a quick run to the eighth floor, to his room where he has me against a wall just moments after swiping the keycard.

The man with no name takes hold of my hands and holds them above my head with his tattooed arms and simultaneously captures my lips in a heated kiss. How is it possible for two strangers to have so much passion?

It all happens in a flash, his hands trail up my bare stomach, slowly slipping my shirt off as he does so. Next comes his shirt, putting his torso on display. I take my bottom lip between my teeth while my fingertips drag across the deep ab and v lines.

His lips form into a smirk before kissing me again with even more fire. His perfect brows knit together as he walks us to his bed without breaking the kiss until I lean back onto the bed.

The tan boy pulls down both of our pants in record time, rolls on a condom, and climbs on top of me. I don't have to wait long to experience that amazing feeling of him sliding into me. My god, I've never been with someone so big.

We rock back and forth just like the waves on the beach. His lips go to the crook of my neck, sucking and biting intensely, making his way to my shoulder and taking a bite. My long teal colored nails dug into his back and dragged along the freckled, damp skin.

Another growl in my ear and I use all of my strength to flip us over so I can gain some control. The satisfied look on mystery man's face tells me that he's impressed. I don't break eye contact when I sink my hips down onto him, and his hands grip my waist much like they did half an hour ago by the bar.

Minutes go by, temperature picks up, and lust evolves into passion. He flips us back over to finish the job, thrusting quickly and moaning loudly. The blood rushes through my limbs, my head spins, and a pressure in my stomach releases as I untangle beneath this hot stranger.