Back then, Angela had taken up space in every corner of his thoughts. She was sexy, undeniably beautiful, and the one woman he had wanted just as badly as his ex-wife, Desiree—maybe more. At five-foot-six with a slim, yet curvy, chestnut-brown frame, Angela filled out her scrubs in all the right ways. Her skin glowed under any light, and that long, jet-black, curly hair spilling past her shoulders always smelled of fresh mangoes and coconuts. Her exotic look— those sharp eyes and full lips—had once been absolutely breathtaking to him.
But things were different now. Everything had shifted.
His thoughts didn’t linger on Angela or the woman in green. They were on someone else entirely—someone leaner. Less curvy. Someone with a sharper tongue, and a firmer touch. A man who had crept into his life and taken hold of his heart in ways he hadn’t expected.
His fingers moved swiftly over the device, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Hey lover, what’re you up to? Miss me yet? – Jamie
After a few seconds, the bouncing bubbles appeared on the screen. Jamal smiled, releasing a sigh of relief. Since Curaçao was an hour ahead, he’d been hoping that Christian would be online and able to talk.
Hey! Hanging out with a couple of friends. Of course I miss you. Frfr I’d rather be having you for brunch. How’s everything going? ~Chris
It’s boring. Like you said I’d rather be what you’re having for brunch. As soon as I get a free moment I’ll call ~Jamie
Food just got here. Don’t wanna be rude. Call me later ~Chris
Send me some pics ~Jamie
When you send me yours ~Chris
Jamal’s boldness in sending that last message surprised even him. He’d never solicited nude photos from anyone. But it was Christian. With him, Jamal let his inhibitions go. He’d already had sex in public. Why not?
Jamal rose from his seat and headed for the men’s restroom they had passed on their way to the pool area. He stepped inside and made a beeline for the last stall, not hesitating to pull out his dick. The memory of their last night together replayed in his mind as he stroked himself to full length. Once satisfied with the photos he took, Jamal couldn’t calm down. He needed to release the built-up tension.
“Ssss.” Jamal’s low grunt filled the air, thrusting his hips back and forth into his fisted palm and imagining Christian’s mouth wrapped around his rigid organ.
He leaned forward, using the back of the stall for support and pressing his left hand against the cold plaster wall. Memories of Christian’s skilled technique flooded Jamal’s thoughts, bringing him to the edge of ecstasy. Christian was so good at giving him oral pleasure. From flicking his tongue around his swollen helmet to gently sucking on his balls, Christian drove Jamal wild with desire every time.
So fucking good. Jamal started tugging harder and jerking faster, chasing after the nut building in his loins. Disappointed that it wasn’t Christian’s throat, Jamal begrudgingly settled for the toilet bowl as his target. The first rope of his lusty release splashed in the water below. He quickly grabbed his phone and took a few more pictures, sending them off to Christian as a reminder of what they were missing out on together.
Here you go. Make sure you’re spread wide. And it’s winking at me. ~Jamie
Jamal cleaned himself up in haste. He stepped out of the restroom, almost colliding with Angela.
“Oops. I’m sorr—oh hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
“Hey! Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. How about you? I saw when you went in. And you were in there for a while.”
Dragging a hand across his waves, the lie slid off Jamal’s tongue as slippery as a snake. “Yeah. It must’ve been something in those eggs or that hollandaise sauce. But I got it out, I feel a lot better now.”
