It was our last day on the island. I didn't think it was possible, but even I had a tan. A nice sun kissed color. I had a netted bag slung across my shoulder, while we rode our bikes down to the local fruit stand where they sell fresh tropical fruits all day long. I'd rather support the local businesses than the chain resorts.
I had a sun hat on because the sun was very strong today, my hair was loose in messy beach waves, and my cheeks were pink with the heat.
The wind felt nice when we rode our bikes down the hillier parts. Beside me Anthony was shirtless as he's been most of our time here. He had sunglasses, and his skin looked flawless while this tan and taut.
"Good morning" I greeted the man who ran the fruit stand when we pulled up. I got off the bike and got to sniffing all the fruit. You can smell freshness. It was great. I'd shove them under Anthony's nose, and he'd humor me and take a whiff.
The man from the stand, whose name I wouldn't know how to spell, would let us take little sample bites to test its taste, and it never failed to impress me. Everything was delicious.
"It's our last day," I told the man. I felt Anthony's hand pressing against my lower back as he handed the man the money while I bagged the fruit. "Oh, too bad. You come again soon. Every year" the man teased us. I laughed. "I think I agree with you" I peeked up at Anthony to see what he'd say.
I know this trip was expensive as fuck, but if I could afford it I would come every year. It's got a little bit of everything a person would need. It's a place to unplug. No tall ugly buildings or city smells or noise. The noisiest thing here is the ocean, and maybe the mountain's birds if you're hiking.
"I rarely ever took vacations before this...but if it's like this every time, I think it should be annual" Anthony winked at me. We've lost count on how much sex we've been having. In bed, in the shower, across the counter, by the ocean in the middle of the night, up high in the mountains where we were the only people for miles.
If we could logistically fuck on a bike we would've by now.
"Let's go say goodbye to our spot" Anthony suggested when we got on our bikes. Yes, within ten days we've found a spot we deem 'ours'. It's like an alcove with sparkling waters and a rocky cliffside where the water runs down.
It's sort of in the middle of nowhere, so I don't think it's well known. We found it on a fluke when we got lost on day one. I'm sure the locals keep it a prized secret and we will too.
We rode down to the alcove and ate our fruit on the cliffside before jumping into the waters to cool down. On the shadier side of this water spring it's cooler and more satisfying against the island's heat.
We swam around, and when I got tired of that I wrapped my arms around Anthony's neck and we floated for a little while. The quiet can be a comfort in the right company.
"Lexi, where will you go when we land tomorrow?" He suddenly asked me. I looked at him, and with this added tan his eyes have never looked more hazel. I knew what he meant. I am married now, so I don't have to live at the Petrov mansion, but we don't move into the new apartment for another few days.
I wasn't sure what to say and in my hesitation he added, "Stay with me."
With his large hands he smoothed my wet hair back, and brought them down to my waist, so he could lift me onto the dock that jetted out into this spring we were still swimming in. When I sat he pulled himself up beside me and pulled my legs over his lap.
"We'll move all our shit in a couple days, you already have luggage with you, just come back with me to my apartment" Anthony had it all figured out. I really don't feel like seeing Vitaly or Dmitriy's face, so I have no reason for wanting to go there.
Andrei's been alright in my book even if he is crazy. Still, it's not enough to get me to want to stay with my family over Anthony. I said yes to his idea and he seemed pleased.
The birds sang above head and the water cascaded down in an even sound. It reminded me of Nina Simone's rendition of the song 'feeling good' and I started to hum it. "Birds flying high, you know how I feel" I sang softly under my breath, Anthony pulled me closer to him and asked me what I said.
"Sun in the sky, you know how I feel...breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel" I started singing closer and closer to his mouth as I was now somehow straddling his lap. I threw my head back and laughed when Anthony filled in the hook, "it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life-"
He chuckled at my reaction. "My mother used to sing that a lot. Although I think it was a dude who sang it not-" I didn't even let him finish his sentence.
"Oh no, you haven't heard that song until you've heard Nina Simone sing it. You have a lot to learn, Anthony Rizzo," I tisked him playfully.
Anthony's big hands slid up my wet thighs and gave my hips a squeeze. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "I'm a very willing student, Lexi Rizzo" he teased me. He keeps calling me that, and for now I guess I'll let him because his hands were suddenly beneath the fabric of my tinnie little bikini and he was kneading my flesh.
I brought my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. The more his hands kneaded my backside the more our mouths moved. When Anthony pulled away slightly my neck moved forward with him so as not to lose the contact.
"We haven't had sex here yet" he pointed out. I smirked and motioned to get off his lap just long enough to slide my bottoms down. Then I was straddling his lap again. He pulled his cock out over the waistband.
We didn't have a condom with us, but he'll pull out. I'm on the highest form of birth control there is. There's no slipping one past me and we'd been using a condom every time before this.
So when he pulled his hardening cock out I pumped over it a few times, and teased his balls while his mouth came against my neck. I bet I'm salty, but he doesn't seem to mind.
I came higher on my knees to lift myself over his stiff length and aligned him with my entrance. He doesn't have to do anything and my body is already lubricated and willing. A few kisses and just the idea of sex with Anthony and I'm already ready.
Is it a former virgin's hormones or is Anthony just that good?
When I started to sink down onto his shaft he groaned and cupped my ass to drag me higher on his lap. That made me roll my hips and he sank deeper.
We didn't care that someone could potentially show up. I had my top on, he had his top off. He had his bottoms still mostly on, and mine were fully off. Let them see. I don't care. It feels too good.
As I started to ride Anthony's dick my hips rolled and rocked seductively for him to put on this big show. His eyes devoured every inch of me. He watched me fist into my own hair, and lift myself up and down while his own hands wandered my thighs, my ass, cupping my now bouncing breasts in this tinnie tiny bikini top.
He pulled the fabric aside, rubbing the pads of his thumb over them one by one.
"Fuck, Lex" Anthony used his little nickname for me. He pinched at my nipples, and sucked against my neck, while I slapped myself down harder on his lap now. My ass jiggled on impact and when Anthony noticed his hands wandered there next.
That's when Anthony started thrusting his hips upwards to meet me thrust for thrust. He hit deeper into me, higher. The flex of his hips sent his swollen tip against my back walls, which made me clench. I loved watching his muscles ripple while he moved.
"Oh shit" I huffed out when his motions came faster and harder against me.
"I don't hear you calling my name yet. Do you need more?" He taunted me, grinding into me until I was breathing more heavily. He helped sink me down his bare cock. I swear it feels even better this way, though we shouldn't make a habit of it.
"Make me say it" I challenged him. His hazel eyes were more like round flames now. He took on the challenge.
Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist forcing me to still against him, and then he pulled me harshly down, again, and again, and again. The clapping sounds were now louder than the stream of water behind us. He plunged into my back walls on a loop, and coaxed a loud moan from me.
"That's not my name" he reminded me, slapping my ass and rolling me over his lap. I tried to hold on as long as I could without giving him what he wanted, but it only encouraged him.
"Say it" he told me, fucking me faster, grinding into me more enthusiastic than before. I didn't say it.
"No?" He asked, bringing his mouth down to my chest where my breast was still pulled up over the fabric of the cup. He nibbled over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I grit my teeth. Anthony spit against his palm next and brought it down between my legs. Now every time I rocked my hips my clit would rub against his wet palm. Oh shit tits. That feels good.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll earn the right to make you scream" his voice was heavy against my ear. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I trembled at the new friction between my clit and his strategically placed palm. I was riding both his lap and his hand.
"Oh god" I breathed. I felt the build up crawling up my spine and bursting through my insides. I was full with his every inch, and alert to his every touch.
"Still not my name," he reminded me. I forgot I even spoke aloud. I was too busy gripping his shoulders to tether myself to something against the edge of oblivion.
"Anthony!" I cried out when it all became too much. His thrusting cock screwing deeper into me, his wet palm grazing my already alert clit, and his mouth when it came back down to my chest and sucked, and sucked hard. He left a mark.
He released my flesh when he heard me call his name. His smirk was devious. His hands were greedy.
"Yeah, baby, there you go" he answered my call. I began to quiver, and he bit his lip and rode out my convulsing walls. My legs locked up, but his hips were relentless and thrusted through my rolling orgasm only prolonging it.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I forgot where we were at that moment. I just moaned out pretty loud. I think it echoed through the alcove when I did.
Anthony palmed the back of my neck to clap me down a few more times after my climax settled, mostly, and he grunted through each of them. He knew he was close, but he wanted as much of the pleasure as he could manage before he had to pull out of me.
"Oh fuck...ofh fuckkkk" he groaned in the sexiest way. I felt him throbbing inside me. I knew he had to pull out now or never. One more deep thrust and Anthony was suddenly lifting me off his dick where he came hard with a shuttering release between both our legs.
We were panting for air. I came back down on his lap and laid my head on his shoulder to regain my strength and wits about me. His hands caressed my back, and against my scalp, before he finally slid us both off the dock and into the water to clean ourselves up.
Sorry to anyone who swam after us. Our cum was there.
I felt Anthony's rough hand wipe across my thighs to make sure I was clean. We bobbed in the water beside one another. I held the corner of the dock to steady me as I accepted the kiss he gave me. Brief, like a habit. "Should we just never go back?" I asked him. He chuckled and sighed.
"Well darlin, I have half an empire to help run" he reminded me. He explained what was on his plate now that he's in bed with the Russians. Mostly one Russian in particular.
"I drained Vitaly's fund he had for me as what I deemed my wedding gift, so between you and me I think we'd have enough to live here full time as beach bums" I teased him. His lip twitched up into a sexy smirk. "Does Vitaly know that?" He asked me. I snorted.
"I never touched that money once I realized what expectations were attached, but after he locked me in my bedroom and disrespected me time and again, I didn't care anymore. I wanna take from him. It's rightfully mine, under my name in my account. I drained it the day I got my computer back after they stole it from me" I admitted.
He owes me a greater compensation than that, but it's a start.
"I can guarantee you one thing, sweetheart. You aren't a Petrov anymore. You're a Rizzo now, which means he can say fuck all about what you're doing in life. And if he tries...he'll have a new obstacle in his way before he can get to you. Me. And I already beat the fuck outta one Petrov man. I would destroy the others. You just say the word" my husband told me in the sexiest, grittiest, most badass voice.
If I didn't just cum before this I would've creamed myself now on his words alone.
It's never just the words Anthony Rizzo uses. It's always the way he says it. Smooth, but layered with trouble. He's not just talking shit. He can back it up. And that's the hottest of all.
"That was so hot..." I called it out. He smirked and pulled me flush against him.
Something dawned on me. I could feel his wedding band against me. It's a dark band. It looks good on him. Mine is simple to compliment my engagement ring without becoming overbearing. I didn't wear the diamond here in fear of losing it, but the wedding band is on and the ring will be back in its place once we leave paradise.
It's just something I'll have on my hand from now on. Something to get used to just like everything else we're facing in our lives right now. New guy, new home, new freedom, new rings, new name.
"Let's get outta here and go have sex in another inappropriate location" Anthony broke through my train of thought. I laughed and pulled my bikini back on before taking his hand.
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We had a jeep on this island when we went anywhere further than a bike could take us. As the sun was setting, I had the radio on loud while the wind whipped through my hair, and I sang into the open air. It was Janis Jolpin, a favorite of mine and my mothers. The songs called Bobby Mcgee, which happens to rhyme with Anthony, just saying.
"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. Nothin', don't mean nothing, honey, if it ain't free-"
I sang like for a single moment in time it was my mother who was in the seat beside me. She'd be driving with one hand while the other stuck out her driver's side window. She'd always be the one who'd start singing. She'd nudge me along, and to surprise her I'd always pick up on a random point of the song. Her smile made it worth it.
This felt like a main character moment. The image beside me flickered from Anthony to mom, from mom to Anthony. I think she'd like him, and that makes a piece of this feel okay, because maybe she wouldn't be so sad that Vitaly got me and what he wanted.
"You know feeling good was good enough for me. Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee" I sang, and Mom drifted with the wind, but a hand did come and rest on my leg. His.
And Mr. and Mrs. Rizzo drove off into the sunset somewhere down a long road in paradise.