You're My Necessary

By Davee Jones

Andrew pulled her close and leaned down to find her mouth with his own. He kissed her softly, yet thoroughly. “I will always reach your lips.” Bea craved intimate human contact, and he was more than happy to oblige. She normally lived in overdrive every day, never heeding her deep feminine desires. But on vacation in the tropics, he helped fulfill her hopes of escape for a few days of wickedness. Andrew was there waiting to seduce and surprise her piquing curiosities Bea never before imagined. Energized, Bea slipped into a short affair with an eager Andrew, ready to feed her every yearning. Could he really want more? When Bea returned to reality, would she leave Andrew behind- as if he was only a dream? An odd coincidence led her face to face with his masculinity again and this time, she had nowhere to run. Could she return to an ordinary life, when Andrew offered her so many other ways to escape?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Davee Jones
• Release date: Dec 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370215379

Davee Jones

Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government. The dryness of the day to day assignments fostered the desire for her to do something more creative. Everything between the covers comes from the heart. Now avidly writing, she has several other books in progress. She has books that draw from eroticism, romance, suspense, drama, and sometimes comedy. A few of her books garner only one flame, but, others will secure all five flames in the heat index.

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YOU’RE MY NECESSARY

Davee Jones

Contemporary Romance

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Contemporary Romance

You’re My Necessary

Copyright © 2016 Davee Jones

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First E-book Publication: December 2016

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YOU’RE MY NECESSARY

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Chapter One

Very much like a scene from Fantasy Island, palm trees bent at seductive angles toward white sands. The clear ocean water beckoned bathers with its body-cooling temperature and refreshing lulling spray. Just up from the beach, the expansive pool sparkled with an aquamarine hue. The throng of singles created lapping waves from the skin-to-skin jostling. The sultry resort exuded every bit of the dreamy photos presented on Bea’s vacation brochure.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about vacationing alone. On one hand, catching up on some me-time had been long overdue. Traffic jams and deadlines had almost sucked her inner peace completely dry. She’d sputtered into the resort solely on fumes, cajoling her bliss out of hiding, tempting her buried adventurous spirit with promises of glee, much like holding a large, meaty bone in front of a wary canine. Was there a catch to taking the bait? A skeptical version of herself questioned her true motives. She felt like a split personality.

Unpacking swimsuit after swimsuit, many still had tags on them. Prepping for time on the beach, Bea intentionally forgot many shirts, shorts, or dresses. Rather than wallow in fatiguing doubt, Bea shed layers of clothing like an old, worn out skin, determined to live in her swimsuit for the duration of her trip. She might add a sarong if she went out for dinner. But, hell, that’s why The Man invented room service, or she could live on rum and exotic fruit juices. Problem solved.

Tanning became the only work order of the day, followed by lazy walks on the sand. The first couple of days Bea paid little attention to frisky couples around every turn. Her capricious agenda hadn’t included keeping tabs on other people, she did enough of that in the usual daily grind. This time was all about her, not one other damn person. Yet, as soon as inner peace restored to a precarious balance, she noticed affectionate lovers with the same irritation of a buzzing mosquito, breaching the harmony of an otherwise perfect day. Folks who had zero intention of ruining her vacation began to cloud her contentment with a smidge of loneliness.

Madame? Courtesy of the couple at the bar. The waiter bent, tray in hand, toward Bea.

Slightly reclining in a poolside lounge chair, she opened one eye. Oh…really now, the couple? Bea Spelling peered above her sunglasses, slightly lifting the wide brim of her floppy, orange hat. Why in the world would a couple buy me a drink? Speaking more to herself than the obliging waiter-, did she really look so lonely? Maybe they felt sorry for her. Renewed reservations poked at her fragile balloon of confidence.

The jovial atmosphere thrived on sexual energy. Men and women chatted, laughed, and flirted with total strangers, as well as familiar lovers. The anything goes attitude dwarfed inhibitions with a certain exploratory flair. Bea, a timid yet-trying-to-be-bold guest, had yet to make her vacation love connection. Maybe this would be the turning point.

Yes, it’s a white wine Mojito, please enjoy.

Please extend my thanks to the couple for me. Bea lifted the glass quizzically in a long distance toast before taking a small sip.

Sitting by the sparkling blue pool, the sun warmed every inch of her body to just shy of uncomfortable. Doing her best to inspire sensuality, Bea found the behavior almost foreign, something rusty. If only she could reach those unpracticed places to administer some well needed lubrication. However, the solo activity of oiling herself had become boring to the point of almost sad- she needed a partner to take care of her neglected hinges- those spaces she just couldn’t reach. In other words, she had grown tired of masturbating and wanted a little lovin’ from another human touch.

Seeing all these people touching, laughing, kissing made her miss the touch of lips against her own, against her skin, longing for attention. Work could take her mind away from physical fantasies, but when was work ever a satisfactory substitute? She only needed a good week of fulfillment, something to tide her over to get through the next weary few months of the job.

Bea glanced over to the crowd gathered under the shade of the swim-up bar. The interesting man and woman couple kept stealing intent glances in her direction. Bea drank faster, finishing the refreshing drink in a few hearty sips. Nerves topped her best efforts, and she required some quick liquid courage.

Gripping the ice-filled tumbler, Bea placed the cool glass against her belly. Her mind swirling from the effects of an earlier couple of mai-tai drinks, the Mojito launched her into a full-on alcohol buzz. The man smiled broadly in her direction, while the woman whispered something in his ear.

This Adonis slid off the underwater bar stool and swam in Bea’s direction. His hands cut through the water like a hot knife through butter. His leisurely pace across the water commanded an audience to just watch his legs, arms, and his incredible back muscles moving in perfect harmony. Reaching the pool ladder, his muscled torso tensely rippled from using his abdominals as he hoisted himself up out of the water. Dripping across the concrete, he exuded confidence and heady sexuality with his swagger. How did you like your drink? He stood, momentarily blocking the sun from her gaze.

It was very lovely, thank you. It seemed very strong, but, what the hell, it isn’t a school night or anything. Bea averted her eyes from his intensity.

Would you like to be a school girl? His voice a little deeper made asking the question smooth as dark chocolate melted on the tongue.

Umm, no, I meant I don’t have to be up early…

I’m teasing, miss. I didn’t catch your name. I’m Andrew. He sat down on the chair next to hers and extended his hand.

I didn’t throw my name for you to catch…Andrew. Bea stirred her straw around the ice, taking her sweet time with a response. I’m Bea, pleased to meet you. When she extended her hand, he smoothly brought it to his lips, letting the water droplets from his upper lip fall with a tender kiss.

Oh dear Lord, his lips on her hand went straight to her needy femininity. She involuntarily did a Kegel with the deprived muscles. That was a good sign, right?

What I meant to ask, Bea, is I’m curious about your fantasy. We are here in this rather risqué resort together. Generally, it means the guests are up for some type of good time.

Andrew, I’m not certain. I booked this trip after several glasses of wine with my life stuck in the middle of a sexual drought. I’ve been here two days and still won’t even go to the nude beach. I’m a chicken. Did she really need to give him her pitiful sexual history? She hadn’t always been without. She was a sexual firecracker…it had just been a while.

Maybe you need inspiration. Andrew dragged his pointer finger across Bea’s glistening forearm.

Bea shifted on the lounger. This is sudden.

Say the word and I’ll walk away. But, Bea, remember this, you came to this resort needing, wanting…something. I’m telling you, I’m promising you, I’ll make sure you get it.

What about your beautiful female counterpart staring us down from the bar?

Ahh, Tessa…she wants to lick your nipples and taste your sweet mojito snatch. I’m her wingman of sorts.

Bea sharply drew in her breath, becoming instantly wet between her thighs. I don’t—I’m not—I’ve never been with a woman. I’m not lesbian.

Neither is she, but, you intrigue her. It’s about raw pleasure, Bea. We see a beautiful woman in need and like The Lone Ranger and Tonto, we are ready to deliver you from the dangers of loneliness.

Bea sat very still, biting her lip before she managed a word. Well, that’s rather corny.

Andrew ignored her remark. You turn me on doing that. Your perfect pink tongue wetting those succulent raspberry lips. Would you like to bite me, Bea?

Bea scooted sideways, almost grinding her ass onto the wooden lounge seat.

Your pussy is tightening, yet becoming slippery and welcoming at the same time, isn’t it, Bea? He whispered her name at the end of the slow sentence. You want to know how Tessa’s tongue will slide across your velvety lips? Tell me, are you smooth and shaven or do you have a glorious patch of curly tufts under that tiny bikini bottom?

You are ridiculous, Andrew.

Your voice is breaking, and if I disgusted you so much, you would have either decked me or ordered me to leave…yet you’ve done neither. Andrew ran that same finger diagonally across her slick thigh.

I’m…processing things.

Join us for a drink, then dinner. Talk with us, get to know us No pressure. He looked away for a moment, staring back in Tessa’s direction. Oh, no, I can’t say that because Tessa wants to devour you while I watch. From my perspective, it’s a win-win. But we won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. Andrew held out his right pinky. Let’s pinky swear.

Really, a pinky swear on something this pornographic? Seems perverted.

Loosen up, Bea. What happens here, stays here. Everyone is getting their rocks off and they left judgment on the mainland with their boxers, or in the female’s case, panties. Andrew leaned over and whispered in her ear allowing his tongue to tickle the lobe. Live a little, my sweet Bea, you won’t regret it.

* * * *

Benign dinner conversation monopolized the first hour of their meal. While engaging in small talk, none of the three revealed personal details of their daily lives. Bea finally broached the subject of their unique situation. So, Tessa, what brings you here to the resort? Bea took a small bite of coconut shrimp.

Beautiful women like you. Tessa flashed an appreciative smile. That sounded like such a guy thing, didn’t it? Actually, I needed some naked time away from the rules and restrictions of my regular life. If I knew you better, I’d tell you what I really do in my reality. You would be shocked.

Have you ever been with a woman before? Bea pursed her lips and averted her eyes to her cocktail.

No, I have not. I want to experience it. I know how it feels to be pleasured. I want to know if I enjoy giving as much. Tessa leaned in closely, lowering her voice. She nodded her head toward Andrew. Take Andrew. Yes, he is good in the sack, and I’ve had an orgasm or two. But he is guessing, sometimes groping even. He doesn’t have the woman’s perspective. Tessa licked her lips. I damn sure have the woman’s perspective. Brazenly, she leaned forward, tenderly kissing Bea’s trembling lips, ending with a delicious, suggestive sound. You taste heavenly.

Oh, that was nice. Bea closed her eyes. Your mouth is so soft.

You ladies are like art. I can’t take my eyes off the beauty.

Tessa did not take her eyes away from Bea while responding. Andy, my dear, you are a voyeur, with a rock hard cock. This isn’t about conventional beauty. You’re horny. She turned toward Bea. I believe you are curious, or you wouldn’t have come to this resort, let alone our table. Can you recuse your inhibitions?

Andrew smiled appreciatively. Bea, I knew you were special the first moment I saw you adjusting that big floppy hat. You weren’t trying to attract attention, but you were more beautiful than any of the women clamoring for it. He replied to Tessa without removing his gaze from Bea. …And, yes, Tess, very horny. Now, my lovelies, can we retire to someplace more private?

Will you join us, Bea? Please say you will. You won’t regret it. Tessa gently held Bea’s hands. Let us make love with you.

Bea quickly drained the last of her double martini. There is nothing in my mind telling me this is right.

Go with your desire. No one besides us will ever know. Tessa stroked Bea’s hair.

We will make you feel so nice, Bea, I promise. You let us pleasure you. Andrew lifted her hand and sucked her middle finger into his mouth.

You are catching me at the right time. I haven’t had sex in forever and my body needs a sexy rendezvous. This buzz is making your offer more than appealing. She looked from Andrew to Tessa and gulped. She was at one of those crossroads moment talked about so much on daytime television. Bea usually never paid attention to such a trite suggestion as a crossroads. She didn’t carry the convention of the typical woman. She worked hard, like a man sometimes, keeping hours that would fail the typical housewife.

Picking up strangers wasn’t Bea’s way of living, she felt dirty…and a little shocked she was even considering it.

Time was ticking away…life was going to leave her behind. She had no scandalous stories to tell her future adult grandchildren. Shit, she had no scandalous stories to tell anyone.

Fuck it. Lead the way.

The short walk to the suite took just a few minutes. Tessa went inside first, followed timidly by Bea. Andrew walked a few steps behind, his eyes heavy lidded, a delicious grin spread across his mouth. He watched Bea’s hips sway seductively when she turned into the door opening. Andrew kept his eyes transfixed upon her, almost oblivious to Tessa removing her dress. He turned and secured the locks on the door. When the deadbolt clicked, Bea turned and inhaled sharply.

Tessa lit candles placed decoratively on various tables around the expansive room. She sashayed around in her flimsy bra and string bikini panties, moving her eyes seductively from Bea’s nervous physique and the space in front of her. You are beautiful in this light.

Th..thank you. Bea smiled and dropped her clutch purse onto an oversized chair.

Andrew approached Bea, sliding his hand underneath her hair flowing down her back, unwittingly striking a nerve. Your hair is so silky, so soft, Bea.

No one has played with my hair in a long time.

I’ll do it anytime.

Andrew faced Bea, leaning in to kiss her cheek. He remained close to her face. You like this, Bea? He traced her neckline, dipping his fingers just into the top of her shirt.

Bea closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Andrew softly kissed across her face, lips, and lightly licked her neck, occasionally sucking her soft skin. He slid both hands around her waist. Tessa sauntered up behind Bea, raking her fingers through Bea’s soft tresses.

Tessa picked up Bea’s mane of hair and kissed the back of her neck. Effortlessly, she slid Bea’s blouse off and deftly unhooked her bra, freeing her smooth breasts. Andrew leaned further down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, running his fingers over the other taut one. Tessa kissed down Bea’s spine, allowing her fingers to trace along each side. Bea leaned heavily into Andrew’s attentive mouth, moaning when his tongue flicked and sucked.

When do I get a taste? Tessa whispered, grazing her tongue across the small of Bea’s back. She slid Bea’s skirt down her silky legs, revealing a tiny thong, barely covering the small patch of hair in the front.

Andrew bent low and kissed the small fabric triangle. Maybe I want the first taste of our sweet honey Bea.

Ladies first, Andrew. You’re nothing if not a gentleman.

Andrew stood and lifted Bea effortlessly into his arms, gazing intently into her longing eyes. His gaze lingered longer than a moment and he smiled. He lifted Bea higher, making her body almost completely horizontal. Get her naked, and she is yours. Andrew never looked at Tessa.

Tessa pulled away Bea’s tiny panties. She leaned into Bea’s partially opened legs. Close enough to feel the heat, Tessa licked Bea’s inner thighs, smacking her lips. Andrew, lay this beauty down on the bed. I want to bury my face in her tastiness.

Andrew walked slowly to the bed. You can bet I’ll get my turn too, sweet Bea. He laid her down gently on her back. He got on his knees on the bedside and bent over to suckle her nipples once again. Can I touch you, Bea? Not waiting for an answer, he slid one hand toward her slick center, gliding across her clit.

Not without me, you don’t. Tessa knelt at the end of the bed. She grabbed Andrew’s fingers, bringing them to her mouth. She sucked the ones that had just stroked Bea’s feminine folds. Tessa put his fingers back in place, encouraging him to rub Bea’s hardened nub, but she also leaned in and licked where his fingers traced. Occasionally, she sucked his fingers into her mouth, smacking deliciously.

Oh, this feels so nice, damn, this is so good. It’s been so long. Bea whimpered at the tag team making dessert of her femininity. Don’t stop, please don’t stop… Falling into the abyss of deep ecstasy, all her inhibitions blew out the window with the sultry breeze.

* * * *

The coastal wind blew the bed canopy lightly against the posts. A gentle knocking against the bungalow door traveled across the room, drawing a stir from the entangled limbs haphazardly covered with sheets. Bea lifted her head gingerly, the previous evening’s drinks coming back to torture her. Blurry eyed, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly before she rubbed twelve-hour old mascara all around the lids. Do I even dare look around this room? I cannot believe what I did.

Andrew’s voice addressed the incessant interruption. Come back later, we don’t need anything.

The knocking stopped immediately.

Good morning, sexy Bea Spelling. How are you feeling? Refreshed, I hope?

Not exactly the word I’d use. But you go for it.

Andrew chuckled. Not much of a morning person. I get it. Maybe some coffee will spark your charming wit out of hiding.

Maybe some Ibuprofen will remove the axe from my forehead too.

Ahh, a hangover, I should have known you were intoxicated by your enthusiasm last night. You certainly proved more than I expected, you feral minx.

Can we please not discuss it right now? I’d really rather try to think of daisies, puppies, or something else entirely innocent. Holy hell, she never even considered the morning after. She was too busy with raw debauchery the night before. Yet, here she was- not wanting to look around. A big chicken she was.

The recent memories were too shaming- she’d had a threesome. That had never been on her bucket list, she knew that for sure. She’d raised the bar on her sexual exploit card, and she’d probably never reach that height again.

Bea finally opened her eyes and timidly looked around the room. Where’s Tessa? she practically whispered. Not wanting to consider round two, much less see her again, she held her breath. Please have your own room…please have your own room…please have your own room- and be in it.

"Believe it or not, she had a very early morning flight back to the States. Last night was her grand farewell to a full vacation of fun in the sun and, thanks to you, also between