Tender Roughness

When I applied here initially as Gibson I included TPE as a kink of his.  They were concerned that might trigger people so I voluntarily took it out.  Would this guy have done anything like that?  No way. 

There are people here who have known me long enough to know that I’m not that Matt.  And that’s ultimately what matters.  I’m very disappointed not to have at least some communication explaining why I woke up to this, no message to explain it just ... unfollowed and blocked.  That will bug me for a while but if someone is so convinced I could be that much of a monster that it’s causing them emotional anguish I would rather leave.  Saving them that trauma is more important than getting answers. 

the moment he had stepped in with her, all the defiance in her seemingly evaporated as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes. “saito… right.” alicia repeated, far too dazed to react at her careless error. “i’ll give tokyo a call.” she swallowed, noticing the bulge underneath his towel.

snapping herself out of it, she tilted her head as she inched closer. what am i missing, mr. andrews?” she challenged, “is this not to your satisfaction?” she said, blinking slowly. she took another step closer, her body inches from his as she brought her face closer to his. her lips drew closer, threatening to meet his before she pulled herself back with a teasing grin. 

“when you’re quite done with criticizing my lathering technique, susan is waiting for your call.” she turned, rinsing the suds off her body. “has something to do with payroll, i don’t know. she talks way too fast on the phone.” she said airily, glancing over her shoulder.

They had crossed a line some time ago but Gibson was in no mood to retreat.  He saw the confidence in Alicia’s impossibly deep brown eyes.  In how she approached him, hovering naked and dripping wet with her lips tantalizingly close to his. “Susan can wait,” his voice boomed through the shower, bouncing off its tiled walls.

Followed by the distinct thud of his towel hitting the floor. “This can’t.  No, Ms. Alvarez, it doesn’t meet with my satisfaction.  For one, you can’t properly soap yourself up ... here,” he reached for the body wash, filled his palm with a foamy peak of it and applied it to the small of her back, right between the shoulder blades. “And this is where I saw you sweating against your shirt.  You need thorough attention.”

He gave it, too, with a touch that was demanding but gentle, soothing, and genuinely attentive.  If she looked back she’d see his brow knit with determination, as focused on the task at hand as he would be the work that waited for them.  No.  Even moreso.  He had to drive her crazy, damn it, because that’s exactly what his sexy, obstinate PA was doing to her boss.

alicia bit her lip nervously, she’d expected him to step down at her bold display but now she had her nearly-naked boss watching her undress from the door. but you know what?·fuck it. if this was a game of chicken, she was not going to be the one to back out, not a chance in hell.

turning on the shower, she unhooked her bra, her perky plump breasts bouncing slightly as she threw her underwear aside. she couldn’t believe she was completely naked in front of her superior, she could definitely get written up by human resources.

stepping under the nozzle, she let the warm water soak her hair and chest as she let out an audible sigh. she lathered herself up in gibson’s expensive mint-scented body wash, hiking her leg on the wall to scrub her inner thighs.·

massaging her scalp, she turned to him, a slight smirk on her lips. “as i was saying, the tokyo office finally hired their new branch manager.” she said casually, rinsing off the soap covering her pink nipples.·“you did say you wanted mr. sato, right? because that’s the man i endorsed on your behalf.”·

For the second time that morning, Gibson felt the need to let out a heartfelt and grumbled, “Fuck.”  There wasn’t another word to describe the sight of Alicia naked.  Or the knowledge that she was going to smell like him both inside and out.  The multi-directional jets were amazing but they did make quite a racket when they all got working together and it wasn’t pure lust (though mostly that) that made him edge closer to the glass partition that separated the large shower from the rest of the bathroom.  

“Sorry, what was that?” he asked, straining to hear all the while his attention was firmly on the rivulets of suds making their way over her nipples in little circular flows.  Just like his fingers would.  Or his tongue. “Sato?  No,” Gibson stepped just inside, his hands on his hips, his usually severe face passive, awed. “I said Saito.  It’s a small difference in name but a huge difference. Small differences matter to me.  Like the places you’re missing that are making my palms itch right now.”  And just like that he was back to glowering, though not from anger.  Just pure sexual frustration of the kind that was tenting the front of his towel and threatening to loose it from around his waist.

Mckenna closed her eyes and leaned her head back against him, groaning softly as he touched her. She didn’t doubt that he would, but the way he spoke to her while he touched her made her feel like she was in some sort of wet dream. “You know I do, you know I want you inside of me right now, baby.” She said just loud enough for him to hear her, more eager than anything to feel what it was like to get fucked in front of a lot of people by Donny. She knew she’d never be able to forget about it, even if she wanted to. 

Donovan didn’t have it in him to be that cruel, to leave Mackenna horny and wanting.  He couldn’t know someone needed him and not satisfy their desires.  Least of all when he was just as desperate in the moment.  He deftly unzipped his fly and the top button of his jeans, eased out the heavy, hot length of his cock and slid it as inconspicously as he could under the dancer’s legs, through the leg of her briefs and exhaled a sigh as he found her so wet and needy. “This performance is just for us.  Just for you, Red.  God, you’re going to burn me alive,” he cursed as he got the head of his cock against her folds and pushed it in. “Lean back on me.  Take me in.  I need to feel all of you,” he muttered, fingers gently at her throat, drawing her auburn hair back to spill against his chest and Mackenna’s face to where he could see her expression as he did what he’d been dying to do from the second she took the stage earlier. “So good ...”

Mckenna followed him onto the dance floor, biting her lip when she felt his hardness against her backside. She turned her head to look back at him, letting out a moan as she heard his words. “I fucking dare you,” she teased back, rolling her hips back against him. Mckenna was at the point where just seeing him turned her on, so the fact that they were grinding in the middle of the dance floor for everyone to see only made her want to rip off his clothes even more. “You feel so good, Donny.” She whispered to him, leaning back to leave a soft kiss against the side of his neck.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than the sweet moan that reached his ears in between the thud of a bass line. “There’s nothing I won’t dare, darlin’,” he drawled into her ear, tugging on it with his teeth before kissing her just beneath it, his warm touch continuing down its path, and forward, coming to cup her with one palm against the panel of the briefs she wore.  Close as they were and as wrapped up as the people around them were in their own entertainment no one spared a glance.  Not that it would have stopped Donovan. “And you feel fucking ready for me.  Are you?  Do you need me here, Mack?” he taunted her, sliding the fabric against her core and kneading her through it. “Do you want to dance on my cock tonight?”  He bucked against her ass, the rough contours of the jeans he wore and the cool metal of the rivets adding to the torment against her largely exposed cheeks.

the shower stopped as she heard wet footsteps approach her from behind. the intensity of gibson’s voice made her shiver as she shut her eyes and sucked in a breath. heat rising to her cheeks, she calmly turned to look up at her very naked boss. “i’m sorry i didn’t have time to bathe. you see, i was too busy cleaning up after your whore at four in the morning.” she smirked, bringing her face closer to his.

“don’t worry mr. andrews, i’ll do a good job. don’t i always?” she said, brushing past him as she made her way to the open bathroom. “i’ll need a change of clothes, of course.” she said, slipping her tank top off her head. “can’t have your assistant walking around naked now, would we?” she taunted, undoing the zipper on her skirt before kicking it to the side leaving her in nothing but her lace bra and panties. 

Could she catch the moment of genuine surprise in Gibson’s eyes?  They widened only for a second, stunned that Alicia was actually going to take him up on his insistence that she shower.  He expected a slap in the face or a kick to the balls or some other short, sharp shock but she was actually going to do it.  Quickly, surprise gave way to satisfaction and his stony face cracked with a lazy, smug grin to meet her nearing face. “She was neither tidy nor memorable.  And didn’t even do the job properly but that’s neither here nor there,” he skirted around the fact that he hadn’t even got off, an inconvenient truth as the blonde bombshell made her way towards his bathroom door shedding clothing on the way.

Boldly, he followed her, his bared chest tensing with the heavy breaths he took.  He paused at the bathroom door to take a terrycloth robe off the hook, slinging it over one arm and leaning a broad shoulder against the door frame. “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty to keep you warm afterward.  Go ahead,” he nodded towards the shower, not taking his burning, challenging gaze from her for a second. “You can tell me about Tokyo as you lather.”

——– jenna was relaxing in the warm sand of the beach, her bikini was small and her skin was glistening in the sunlight. “ah—right there.” she was stretching. being a competing gymnast, stretching was essential to maintaining her flexibility. any time she wasn’t working or sometimes even when she was, she made sure to loosen herself up. the sun was quite harsh however. the shade she had provided for herself in the form of an umbrella wasn’t exactly cutting it now that she had gotten herself all worked up with her workout. jenna called out to the nearest male for assistance. “hey—could you get my back ?! “ she waved the bottle of sunscreen. “i could probably get it myself but i figure it is easier with help.”

Wyatt was still getting used to the many, many alluring sights around the resort.  No matter how many beautiful women he came across, though, they all staggered him.  Including the alluring one who called him over as he strolled across the beach.  His gaze traveled the length of her before her request even registered in his brain. “Can I ... Oh, sure,” he distractedly agreed, settling down beside her, taking the bottle of sunscreen and pouring out a dollop to warm a bit with his hands. “Is it just easier or more fun this way?” he teased, venturing a wink. “Either way I’m not objecting one bit.”

Lyla’s jaw would have dropped to Mariana’s Trench if she was standing in the right place. Though her eyes wandered all over the man’s body, she could not bring herself to find words. Even if she had been working here for three years, she was still far removed enough from guest activities that she didn’t encounter things like this often enough to warrant an appropriate response. And the girl had been sheltered for the majority of her life. Finally finding herself, Lyla covered her eyes and looked away. “Um, okay. Do you want me to call you someone to pick you up or do you want me to help you find your uh, clothes?” Lyla began to take her own tank top off so the man could what? Wrap it around his hips? Changing her mind, Lyla put her shirt back into place and stared away from him as best she could. As an assistant to the head of HR, Lyla knew how these things turned out if she wasn’t careful. 

His most irrepressibly shameless instincts came out to play when Donovan was sure he was drawing someone out of their usual comfort zone and that was abundantly clear with the beauty who tried to shield her eyes against the lewd display his hat was making from its perch. “Nah,” he insisted, giving his hips a little wiggle in the process, his smile slanting to one side like the rogue he was. “If we’re meant to be together, they’ll find their way back to me.  Or some shit like that.  Hey ...” he noticed her starting to pull her shirt off and gave a sad, lowering whistle as she changed her mind. “Got my hopes up thinking you were going to join me in a state of nearly nakedness.  I’m Donovan, by the way.”  Instead of offering his hand he jutted forth his hips, the hat covering his crotch bobbing precariously. “And believe it or not, this is not unusual for me.”

When Addison thought back on her personal experiences with lovers and sex, she balked in the fact that she could count them on her one hand. Though she was more experienced taking care of herself, she knew that her body type and personality type might be a little niche for the general public. It didn’t bother her in the slightest, actually, if that was the case. She knew her popularity on the internet only grew the more she posted. Addison’s Amazon wishlist that was filled with dildos, lube, lingerie, butt plugs, and other play toys got bought out so often, that it was hard to keep up items that she needed and wanted. She truly could throw her toys out each week and still have enough coming in that it wouldn’t be a problem. This, what was happening with Gibson, was an awakening. If you had told her this morning she would be orgasming in less than two minutes by a man that looked like this, she would have slapped you. 

She had no choice but to ride it out, ride out the thrumming in her body, the moans in her throat, and the tension in her hands as they balled the sheets beneath her. Addison arched her back so hard, she felt a stretch in muscles she didn’t know existed. As Gibson spoke, she could only feel her body screaming in a response for him to keep going, to literally never stop. As her eyes opened, finally, Addison raked her nails softly down his arms and smiled devilishly up at him. “Is it too much to ask if I said I wanted to ride and bounce on top of your cock?” Addy sat up for a moment before tearing her top off and tossing it toward the top of the bed. 

        after a couple of months, gigi had the routine here down. she’d check for a do-not-disturb, knock, wait to see if someone answered, and if there wasn’t any response she was free to come in. most of the time it was fine, but occasionally someone wouldn’t hear her knock, and that could lead to some awkward encounters. gigi liked to think of it as a job perk - it kept things interesting when otherwise they’d be repetitive as hell. today, though? gigi didn’t know it yet, but this was going to be a disaster. ‘ no worries, ‘ gigi said to the quiet voice, her own as bright as the sunshine outside. maybe he just wasn’t a morning person - she could hardly judge anyone for that. ‘ if you want clean sheets, you’ll have to move, though, ‘ gigi pointed out, still barely noticing the person in the bed as she peeked into the bathroom to check its state. a glimpse of bare skin made her turn her head in curiousity, and when she looked properly at the other, gigi gasped out loud. she knew the person lying nearly-naked in that bed - because she’d nearly fucking married him. all gigi could do was blink in shock, frozen, as she tried to comprehend what he was seeing. wyatt was in the bed. wyatt was here, on this island. he was here, and - oh god, she was in a maid’s uniform of all things. panic was setting in, and gigi had no idea what to do. all her instincts were saying to run. ‘ i’ll come back later, ‘ she said in a hurried rush, turning and exiting the bedroom, in hopes that maybe, somehow, he hadn’t realised who she was and she could still escape. 

This couldn’t be happening.  No twist of fate could be cruel enough to put Wyatt at the one resort where his ex-fiancee was working ... as a maid and in a costume that was made for polishing wood of a different kind.  Nope.  This was some fever dream and he was going to wake up in a few seconds bolt upright in bed, sweating and gasping for air.  But the voice cut through all his illusions.  It didn’t sound like that even in his dreams, didn’t cut him to the heart at a syllable so painfully that he winced while staring at the apparition of Georgia.  All the pain and panic when he came home to find her gone came rushing back the instant she turned and started for the door.  He wasn’t thinking or acting deliberately, it was pure impulse that rocketed him out of bed and running after her as fast as his bare legs could carry him; bare everything if he’d had the presence of mind to think about that but the only thing that could capture his mind was the woman doing her best to leave.  Again.

And he was going too fast to stop short of barreling into her, taking both of them hurtling forward to crash against the door though Wyatt wrapped his arms around her enough to shield Gigi from the impact.  Not from the press of his naked body against hers, though.  Or the heat of his breath against her skin.  Or the look of exquisite agony in his blue eyes. “Tell me it’s not you,” he pleaded with her, voice still hoarse from lack of sleep. “Tell me this isn’t real and that I’m going to find myself back home with my face buried in the pillow that still smells like you.  You can’t be here, Georgia.  And if you are, you won’t come back later.  You never did.”

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alicia sauntered into villa 4, clipboard in hand. she had been running on a few hours of sleep, her only source of rest the hours gibson spent fucking some rando escort around the island. closing the door behind her, she didn’t even flinch as her eyes drifted to her boss’ wet, naked body. rolling her eyes, she averted her gaze, trying her best not to let hers linger on his… no. she wasn’t even gonna say it. she pushed her hair out of her face, the tank top she hastily threw on sticking to her skin in the florida heat.

“when you’re quite done, mr. andrews, i have some news about the tokyo branch.” she said nonchalantly, scribbling down notes on her clipboard. “also, susan from accounting called a few hours ago, i let her know that you were… preoccupied and will return her call as soon as you can.” she added, looking to the tangled sheets and loose headboard on his bed. 

dropping her notes onto a nearby desk, she made the bed, folding the sheets and placing it neatly on top of the king-sized mattress. her tiny frame leaned over the bedframe, giving it a push forward to secure the headboard in place until she was done, admiring her work with a satisfied sigh.

“Fuck,” Gibson harshly cursed loud enough to be heard.  He checked to make sure Alicia wasn’t looking and it was probably just as well.  His cock perceptibly twitched at the sound of her voice and the knowledge she was just a room away.  He told himself it was simply because she was unobtainable, difficult and combative in a way his personal assistants of the past had never been.  Granted, that was why they wound up fucked and shuffled off to other jobs.  Quick and easy brought no entanglements. 

Neither did detached resentment but as Gibson toweled himself dry and then cinched the cloth around his muscular waist to saunter out of the bathroom on bare feet he realized he was having a difficult time remaining detached.  The woman facing away from him, fuck, leaning over his bed to adjust the headboard which last night’s nameless occupant had knocked askew put thoughts of rushing her, pulling up her skirt, ripping off his towel and seeing if she was just as boiling hot on the inside as she was nonchalantly dismissive on the out.  Heat.  Yes, that made him notice how her tank top was sticking to her skin.

The fastidious tycoon frowned as he approached from behind; not to shove Alicia down on the mattress but to glower as he surveyed her state and leaned in to murmur into her ear while she surveyed her improvement of his bed. “Sorry about the headboard, I had someone tied to it last night.  But you, Ms. Alvarez, are sweating.”  His voice was clipped, direct, as sharp as the strike of a palm off a bare ass. “Shower.  Now.  I won’t have you stinking up my villa.  I’m a stickler for hygiene and you’ll be clean before we begin our day.  Refuse me or don’t do a thorough job, I’ll have to join you and bathe you myself.”  With the deadpan, square-jawed expression he brought to bear it was clear Gibson was not joking.

 Donovan, if she had to admit, was a charmer. The definition of a playboy who, with the right cards played, can twist any person’s knickers and soak them through. Celine’s had her fair share of playboys around Key Passion ― all of which always had something in common. Just a small thing invisible to the common eye unless they had physical contact with a few. And even now, as Donovan stood closer to her, the water level stopping just below his hips, she could point out qualities and physical traits to all the men before him. Anyone would be terrified of stepping on a person’s toes, especially if the person was of a higher position than herself ― but not Celine. No, the Sutton wouldn’t be playing around if she knew that’ll cost her her job. ❝ Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love, ❞ she said, despite the goosebumps forming along her skin when Donovan sent a small wave towards her navel. Her eyes flickered with amusement as he spoke and while he did so she decided to shift deeper into the water so now it’ll reach just below her breasts — and cause her also to move closer to the manager of the Passion Bar. ❝ Aw, what a shame ❞ she mused.  ❝ Now I must change my knowledge of you from ❛ using sex as a method of relaxation all the time ❜ to  ❛ not using sex as a method of relaxation all the time. ❜  ❞

“I use sex for a lot of things, Celine.  If it’s done right, relaxation comes ... eventually.  But I like to work up a sweat first,” her boss teased in ways that had to violate a thousand HR policies in other environments.  Thankfully this was Key Passion.  He watched intently as she approached, and loomed just far enough from her that they didn’t touch.  Only just. “You ought to know by now, though, I never make promises I can’t keep.”  Light brown eyes gleamed with mischief as they sought hers.”You’ve got me curious, though.  What brings you out looking like sex on two legs on a night like this?  It can’t just be for a swim.  You must have other expectations.  Other hopes, at least.”

She was so fucking horny that she felt like everything in her was begging her to kiss him. And she wanted to. But she wanted to play this game for just a little bit longer. “Oh, absolutely. Especially when I think about you up there… dancing with me.” She told him, leaning closer to him and smiling up at him. “I gotta say, I’m dying to see what you’ve got. I wanna see if you can grind with me, baby.” Mckenna said soft enough that he’d be the only one to hear it. She brought her hand to his chest, gently grabbing his shirt.

Donovan’s jeans were proving what McKenna was doing to him, and he winced as she grabbed his shirt and tugged, hopping off his bar stool to an immediate reminder of just how hard he was. “What I’ve got, huh?” he rumbled in a low growl, taking hold of the hand against his shirt and pulling her out into the crowd of dancing revelers, whipping the redhead around, her pert ass against his crotch, and letting her feel every inch of how she was affecting him. “I wonder how long you can keep up with me, Red?”  His stubble raked against her cheek and neck, hands traveling down the shapely curves of the dancer’s sides and hips, pulling her back against him as he nuzzled her with a breathless laugh. “In a place like this, I doubt anyone would notice what we get up to.  Even if I were to ease down the zipper of my jeans, slide into you and fuck you to the beat of the music.”