A CRAZY SURGE OF LUST

Adrian could not stop laughing, he could not help himself. He knew Kristen was a spoilt brat from the very moment he met her, but he did not know that she was so bad. She fucking thought they baked pancakes.

When he woke up and saw smoke filling the air, he had panicked. He felt the house was going to burn to the ground. Kristen, who had obviously caused the fire, was soundly asleep, oblivious to fumes of smoke. She only woke up when he had screamed at her. He had been angry, so angry. His father wanted him to marry such an irresponsible child. She had put the pancakes in the oven and gone to sleep.

He had refused to be touched when her face was filled with guilt. He continued to shout at her, he wanted her to see how stupid had being. Then she had opened her mouth and she said she was trying to bake pancakes, his anger had immediately disappeared into thin air. He was doubling over in laughter and noting could stop it. Adrian had a feeling it was going to be a fun two weeks.

Kristen grumbled to herself as she took her second bath for the day. She needed to scrub a little extra to remove all the sticky batter from her body and her even her hair.

She almost died of mortification when she realized she made such a fool of herself in front of Adrian. There was also the fact that she had almost burnt down the cabin. Nevertheless, Kristen still wanted frustrate Adrian. Her plan might have gone off course, but it still worked. She knew if he felt like she was stupid and Kristen was sure Adrian would not like to marry a stupid wife—he was too goddamn arrogant.

She could still salvage her plan; there was still a chance that she could make him hate her. She would just have to go with the second part of her plan, practically prance around naked. Kristen already knew that Adrian hated it when she did that, all she had to do was spice it up a bit. It was a very dangerous plan given to the fact that she actually found him handsome, but she was sure she could manage it.

She made all the finalities to her plan as she dried her body. Kristen did not always like short and showy clothing—just glamorous ones—they made her feel like a slut. She had worn the big T-shirt on the day of the dinner as an act of rebellion, but she ended up loving the angry look that had appeared on Adrian’s face. For some reason, his anger did not scare her; rather it made her not in a tingly way, it would make the entire plan much more enjoyable.

Kristen smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. As usual, she saw her mother—which was a good thing because her mother was beautiful—and then some extra flesh. She had not always been comfortable in her body; there were times that she had thought she was way too big, but she knew now that she was not even overweight, she had a normal BMI, she was fine. She loved every part of her body, her full breasts, that were just a bit more than a handful, her not so flat stomach, the gentle curve of her hips, her round backside, her average height, she loved it all.

She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping the both of them, her fingers going over the areolas; she could easily imagine it was Adrian that was cupping them from behind her. She used the pad of her thumb to rub on her nipple, making it pebble beneath her touch; she let out a throaty moan.

At the sound of her moan, she dropped her hands from her breasts. Kristen could not believe she had done that. If she was of a lighter color, she would have blushed. Her thoughts were always in front of her.

She did not like Adrian.

She shouldn’t be thinking of him while touching herself.

Kristen knew very well that she might not like the man’s arrogance, but she loved his body. She was wet because of him.

She groaned and went on to dress up, the only way ten plan would work was if she could keep her hormones in line and that was already seeming impossible.

The bastard was still outside laughing at her, and she could think about was how she could jump him.

“Let’s get this plan done and over with,” she said to herself and put on the most slutty ensemble that she had.

“You will not believe Gabe, she was serious. She actually thought pancakes were baked,” Adrian told Gabe as he laughed over the phone. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Kristen thought pancakes were baked and had to share the funny story immediately, that and the fact that he was bored. Adrian was so used to getting up every morning and getting to work. His father had basically banned him from anything that had to do with work. No one could report to him; he had no idea what was going on in the company and it was driving him crazy. The only thing he could do was to call Gabe and tell him all about Kristen’s antics.

He thought he could maybe hit the beach later in the day, or even go into the village. Thankfully, the island was not a private island—as his father had claimed—it was buzzing with activity, and truthfully, a tourist center of sorts. Vacationers from all over visited, but since he had not heard of it before his father suggested it, he knew it was not yet famous.

Their cabin however, was secluded from the rest of the island. They would not be alone but they would have privacy. It was good enough for Adrian.

The men from the village had seen the smoke coming from the house and they helped put out the fire. He had learnt then that most of them were fishermen and that the tourist attraction just opened a few years back. But the cabin had been there for as long as they could remember, they said they knew his father and that they had known his mother. Since Adrian did not even know that the place existed before then, he figured it was his parents’ place, like his own cabin that no one knew about.

His father was dead serious about the marriage.

“Well, she is Trevor Lancaster’s daughter. You did not expect that she knew how to cook did you?” The sound of Gabe’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“I actually did,” Adrian said. He didn’t expect her to be able to cook well, but with the way she carried herself in the boardroom, he had expected her to at least be self sufficient.

“Can Isla cook?” Gabe asked and Adrian felt attacked. He knew that Isla would not know the difference between a pot and pan and it was because their father mollycoddled her too much.

“Well Isla is seventeen, not twenty-one,” Adrian defended his sister. He might not be her biggest fan—he would never treat her like his father did—but he was still her big brother.

“Kristen is an only child, that makes it worse and besides what makes you think Isla will be able to cook by the time she is twenty-one?” Adrian could not be sure that she would have grown up even then.

“Twenty-one is barely an adult Ade, you should cut her some slack. You did say she did excellently well in the boardroom, you can’t be good at everything.” Even if twenty-one was just a step into adulthood—no less for a daddy’s girl—Adrian did not see Kristen as a child. She might infuriate him, or make him want to pull his hair, but he could not even put her in the place as his little sister in his head.

One did not want to fuck their little sisters.

“True, but she is an adul…” Adrian was sure that he had something to say, he was sure he had perfectly legit thoughts on his mind, he had an argument against Gabe’s point, but that and every other rational thought in his head dried up when he saw Kristen.

“Adrian, what’s wrong?” He could barely hear Gabe say as he stared at the woman that he was supposed to live with for the next two weeks. At the sight of her, every muscle in his body grew taunt and in the good way.

“Good afternoon,” she said in a sweet voice that sounded like it belonged to another woman, certainly not the devil herself. She sashayed wearing what Adrian could not describe as clothing. There was a jean short, that looked more like panties to Adrian, it was a big free and he could see the bare curve of her ass—she was not even bending—and then there was the top, bra. Adrian did not even know what to call it, but it was made of black net and it was on her midriff. He could clearly see her nipples were they jutted out and the brown areolas around them.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“You must be busy Adrian, we can talk later,” Gabe said. Adrian could not simply bring himself to tell his friend goodbye.

Adrian was still staring at Kristen’s backside as she walked out of the—what! He did not even know how he stood up, but he did and he moved from the couch to the door in the tenth of a second. He had gotten some type of superpower in that minute.

“The fuck Kristen!” He shouted. He was angry. He did not even know he was so fucking angry until he raised his voice. She planned on going outside the cabin, to the village full of people, wearing that. He was not going to let that happen.

Kristen turned around and looked at him; she had the good grace to look confused. He did not have the time or even the patience for her, so he simply got hold of her arm and dragged her inside, locking the doors to the cabin with a bang.

“Adrian, let go of me,” she said, he didn’t listen to her. He had a feeling that if he let her go, she would find some other way to leave the house.

“Where the hell did you think you were going dressed like that?” He found himself screaming at her for the second time that day.

“Let me go Adrian,” her voice had reduced drastically, it lacked the sass of the previous time, but Adrian could not bring himself to care.

“Answer me!”

“You didn’t expect me to sit in the house and serve your mighty ass for the next two weeks did you?” She mouthed off to him. Her sass was back, good.

“So, you didn’t think you could do anything recreational. You decided to dress up like a fucking slut and walk around the village.” Adrian had more to say, but Kristen clearly did not want to listen. He did not expect the slap, but he sure as hell felt it, he felt the blow and the heat that came after it. He felt his anger rise even more. She fucking slapped him.  He looked at Kristen, she did not look too sure of herself. Her big doe eyes were wide with fear and what Adrian thought was anticipation, she wanted to know what he would do. He would show her.

He dragged her close to his body and he heard her gasp. Not giving her any time to react, he pressed his lips on hers in a strong punishing kiss. He could feel her push him, he felt her struggle in his arms. He kissed her with a force that he knew would bruise her lips later. He could not wait to get his hands on her ass. Before long, he could feel her responding to the kiss, he could feel her move against him. When he slid his tongue into her mouth, there was no resistance. He brought down his hand on her jean clad ass, hard. Her cry was muffled by his lips; she did not push him away, so he did brought it down again, harder.

All he wanted to do was throw her over his lap, loosen those shorts and spank her until she cried out, until her ass was so raw she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, and then fuck her, fuck her seven ways to heaven.

He tore his mouth from hers and immediately started on her neck, drawing the soft flesh between his teeth, sucking, biting and then soothing the abused flesh with his tongue before moving to the next sweet spot.

Kristen was touching him all over, it seemed like her fire for him, equaled that of hers as she rubbed her hands over the polo shirt that he wore, dragging him closer to ensure more contact. She shyly moved her fingers under his shirt. The feeling of her hands on his skin made his already hard dick grow even harder.

Adrian was beginning to like her choice of clothing, he did not have to remove anything, and there was hot flesh everywhere. Unable to resist, he sucked on her pebbled nipples through the lace fabric. It felt gritty in his mouth, but by the way Kristen was squirming and moaning, the grittiness was serving other purposes.

“Adrian!” She cried when he lightly bit on one of her nipples, her sweet sounds, spurring him more and more. Desperate for her bare skin, he unhooked the bra like shirt and her breasts tumbled free. Adrian smiled and stared at the fine specimen of woman standing in front of him. Her nipples rock hard and slightly reddened as a result of his earlier assault on them. He cupped the two breasts in his hand and molded them; Kristen’s head immediately fell back in pure passion. She was so responsive.

He played with her nipples again, elongating them with his fingers, flicking them with his tongue, loving them with his mouth. He had not even touched her pussy yet and she seemed ready to cum. The sweet sounds she was making, the quickness of her breath.

“Fuck!” He muttered again, it seemed like the only word he knew.

He opened her shorts and found her bare.

“Fuck Kristen!”

He ran a finger across her slit, her juices soaking his hand. She was so fucking wet. Her breath was coming even faster.

“Please Adrian,” she begged and that was his switch. He pressed a firm finger to her swollen clit and she came violently on his hand, her juices flowing on his hand. He immediately carried her into his bedroom; she was still in shock of her orgasm as she had not even opened her eyes. He took off his shirt and his shorts as fast as he could, bringing out a condom from his pocket and wrapping it over his painfully hard dick. He settled over Kristen and kissed her again. He thought he saw fear in her eyes, but shrugged it off, she was never afraid.

He helped her out of her jean shorts, he felt her slight resistance, but he shrugged it off again.

She was hot and wet when he touched her again, before long she was squirming in his arms and Adrian smiled.

When he buried his fingers into her cunt, she was so tight, squeezing his fingers with all her might; he almost came from the feeling. Unable to wait anymore, he pressed his dick to her pussy, burying it slowly into her. His tip was barely in when she shouted, “I can’t!”

Adrian stilled and dread filled him. He did not need any more warnings; he retreated from her and stood up from the bed immediately. He could barely look at Kristen, he felt like a bastard. He had seen the signs, but he kept on pushing her, because of his fucking dick.

He stole a small glance at Kristen and found her curled up in a small corner of the bed, the sheets wrapped around her; he could see tears in her eyes.

“I am sorry,” he managed to choke out.

“No, it’s me. I thought I could do it, but I can’t. I am not ready,” she said and Adrian senses went on alert. He could not believe what she was insinuating.

“Were you hurt?” He asked, dreading the answer. Adrian could not believe the amount of relief he felt when she shook her head.

“Then what is the problem?” He asked and the look in her eyes gave him the answer.

“Fuck!” He muttered for what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon. He could not believe he missed that.

“You are a fucking virgin?” He asked and the fire he had grown to love shone in her eyes. She clearly did not appreciate his tone.

He would have never guessed that Kristen, the twenty-one year old that strutted around with more confidence and sexual allure than the entire New York was a virgin. But then, he knew she had been sheltered just like his sister, she might not have had many chances.

“I can’t bloody believe it,” he said to himself as he walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and the boner that refused to go down. He had no idea how he would live with her for the next two weeks without bending her over every surface now that he knew how she looked naked.

He knew it was going to be one long vacation.