Vivian’s POV

The best thing about weekends that Vivian used to enjoy was getting to sleep in. Now Ryan Terrell had gone and ruined that. There was no beating the bar that he had set.

A weekend getaway on a private island that he had named after her.

Vivian almost wanted to pinch herself to check if everything was really true. But there was no need for that. Her body was sore enough. Not only from all of the swimming that they had done while returning to shore. But also from the sex that they had engaged in on Sunday night instead of falling asleep like responsible adults who had work to do in the morning.

But despite all that they had already done, it seemed that Ryan was not satisfied.

It was so early that her alarm had not gone off yet. Ryan, having realized that she was awake despite faking like she was not, was already looking for some action. She continued to feign sleep as his hands began moving over her skin. His fingers dancing over her body very clearly headed to that one spot between her legs.

Vivian let him carry on until he got to her lower belly. Then, with her eyes still closed, she reached out and put a restraining hand over his wrist.

Ryan immediately groaned in anguish.

"Vivian, please...," He begged. The need in his voice was so raw that she almost folded.

But by reminding herself of her responsibilities Vivian was able to hold firm.

"We are not doing that Ryan. I have to get ready for work," Instead of giving up Ryan moved closer planting kisses over her breasts.

"Come on, just a little bit you do not even have to rush home before going to work. You have left behind a few clues over the last few weeks. You can change into those and go," It was so very tempting, but Vivian decided not to do it. But she knew that if she did not at least throw him a bone Ryan would be pouting for the rest of the day.

"How about this. I go shower and get ready for the day then maybe just maybe while we are having breakfast I will get down on my knees and blow you,"

For a moment she almost thought that it would not work. But then with one final kiss to the valley between her breasts Ryan let her go and Vivian immediately got to her feet. Uncaring of her nudity she made her way to the bathroom( in the past she would not have dared, but the longer she stayed with Ryan, the bolder she felt herself becoming).

Feeling a hunger build in her lower belly with each step she took, Vivian paused at the door, then she deliberately turned around and ran her hands over herself. Her eyes locked on Ryan in a silent challenge the whole time. After playing with herself for a little bit longer, she turned and walked into the bathroom.

The moment that she was beneath the water spray, Vivian heard the sound of the door opening and she did not even bother turning around. Leaning forward she spread her legs knowing exactly what was coming and sure enough a few seconds later Ryan’s fingers were there working her open.

Greedy...greedy...

Vivian wanted to tease but she was in no state to speak. Not only was her pleasure building but seeing as she had been hoping for exactly this outcome it would have been the pot calling the kettle black. So she just stayed quiet and enjoyed what Ryan was doing, loving it even more when his fingers were replaced by his dick.

***

Not only had the quickie in the shower left Vivian feeling pleasantly loose-limbed. She still had plenty of time left before she had to be at school. Which meant that she got to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with Ryan.

"Can I still get my blowjob?" He asked while biting into his toast and Vivian choked on her guava juice letting out a few desperate coughs in order to clear her throat. She gave Ryan what she hoped was an annoyed look instead of a fond one. But from the way that he eye smiled at her she was certain that he knew she was not really upset. But still she had to keep up appearances.

"I was going to do it, but after the stunt that you have just pulled, you mister can take care of yourself. I am finishing breakfast and then I am going to work," Picking up her glass of juice again. Vivian took a sip throwing a suspicious look Ryan’s way when he did not say anything to her statement.

She found him focused on his phone instead. Suppressing her irritation at being ignored like that Vivian went back to her breakfast only to pause when her phone vibrated.

Picking it up she saw that it was a message from Ryan.

What was this? Was he giving her the silent treatment? Rolling her eyes Vivian opened the text. She read it a few times, not understanding before she gave up and asked her companion.

"What do these numbers mean?" Putting his phone down Ryan took a bite of his toast, chewed slowly, swallowed, and then took a sip of his drink. He was clearly pushing at Vivian’s buttons to see if she would react.

Pulling on the patience that she got from working with children she merely continued to look at him until he caved and told her.

"Those numbers are my key code. Any time you wish to come here feel free to do so. I do not even have to be around," What! Suddenly feeling overcome by emotion Vivian blinked tears out of her eyes, her gaze shifting from the string of numbers to Ryan.

Oh.

Putting her phone face down on the table Vivian got to her feet and walked over to Ryan’s side.

"Face me," She commanded and the man turned in his seat, his eyes wide, clearly shocked by the tone she was using. Not wasting any time Vivian got to her knees and made a space for herself between his legs. She freed his already half-hard dick from its confines then she got to work. Vivian worked Ryan into a frenzy with just her lips, tongue, and slightest hint of teeth. Then when it looked like he was about to come she straddled him right then and there. Riding him until both of them lost it.

She was late for work that day.