Suddenly, Leah stood, crossing her arms in front of her and pulling at her blouse. Up and over her head it went, and the dying sunlight glistened on the beads of sweat between her breasts. I licked my lips in anticipation and undid my belt. Undoing the buttons on the side of her sundress, she straddled me and sat down, rubbing her hot, wet core against me without removing her panties. I grasped her by the hips and guided her in long, slow motions over me, and one of her arms reached behind her. She was searching for my zipper, and I pulled her closer so she sat on my chest while she found it. A whiff of her arousal mixed with the salty sea air piqued my erection even more, and I felt like I was going to burst through my pants by the time she relieved the stress of the zipper. I continued to pull her closer to my mouth as her hand searched for the open flap in my boxers.
I had her close enough now, and she lifted herself on her knees above me. My cock sprang out of my boxers and into the cool air as I clenched her panties with my teeth and pushed them aside. As her fingers wrapped around my base and stroked up for the first time, I plunged my tongue inside of her, and she let out a cry of pleasure. With a long, patient lick, I worked my way to her pearl, and her grip on my cock got tighter.
22
Leah
I leaned my head back and let the sound come out of me with abandon. We were out in the open, more or less, and at any moment someone could come by and see us. Yet, it was secluded enough that it felt like our own little world, and the heightened sense of urgency to not get caught only made it hotter. I had barely gotten his cock out of his boxers, and already I was trembling, dancing on the edge of a powerful orgasm. I breathed out slowly, sound still tumbling out uncontrolled as his tongue slid through my folds and found my clit.
Jayson’s thick, long cock twitched, and I grasped it, stroking it passionately as I leaned back, giving him better access to me. His tongue worked its way through me, lapping me up and pleasuring me in ways I had never felt before. My legs trembled and one hand reached out to fill with his hair as a climactic wave rushed over my body. I bucked and leaned forward, my hands digging into the sand while the thunderous climax took complete control of my body. I didn’t care how exposed I was to any passersby. All that mattered in that moment was letting him fill me, to feel him inside of me and to continue this feeling of intense pleasure.
As I came down from the climax, Jayson shifted below me, wiggling until he was out from underneath me. I sensed him position himself behind me as I stayed on my hands and knees. Fingers, searching and finding what they desired, traced my body as the head of his cock lay against my mound, sliding backward to find my opening. At first, he placed himself there, not moving, but waiting. The anticipation of him filling me was tantalizing and maddening. I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel him stretch me, but he stayed there, strong, confident hands holding my hips in place.
I looked back and our eyes met, a smirk crossing his face. Then he plunged into me, deeply, roughly. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I was hovering at the line of pain and pleasure, and I leaned down, pushing my hips into him. He stretched me, pushing himself deeper still until he filled me completely. Holding it there, his hands slid up my waist and up to my bra, pulling at the clasp in the front and releasing my heavy breasts from its grip. As they dropped down, the cool air brushed over them, and my nipples hardened even more than they were. His large, warm hands quickly covered them, kneading into me and pulling me into him even more.
He was hunched over me, one arm crossing over one breast, his hand holding the other. His other hand filled with a handful of my hair and pulled, gentle enough not to hurt me, but hard enough to establish his dominance. I was his, openly and completely, and his body was dominating mine. His body began to rock back and forth into me, slamming his cock deeply inside as he held me in place with his arms. Soft, wet lips kissed my neck, and his tongue swept away sweat before his teeth clenched over my shoulder. I cried out in surprise but reached up to wrap one arm around his neck. I didn’t want him to stop.
Releasing me from his mouth, Jayson straightened behind me, his hands sliding to my hips and guiding me in his long thrusts. With each plunge, an involuntary sound broke free and mingled with the sound of the soft waves. He gained speed, letting adrenaline and desire take over, and I relished his power. I arched back so I could take him as deeply as possible, and the thrusts became rhythmic and measured. My fingers dug into the sand as I closed my eyes, letting the moment stretch on timelessly. Naked and exposed on the beach, I felt more vulnerable and yet thrilled than I ever had, and I wanted to live in it, to hold on to the feeling of reckless abandon for as long as possible.
Suddenly, Jayson slid out of me, and I turned back to look at him. He was standing and held one hand out to me to stand with him. Curious, I took it and wondered what he was thinking. We walked a few steps to one side of the cove, overlooking a few sand dunes and a crooked edge of the beach. A rock that stood almost to hip height was there, its smooth top flattened and shaded during the day by large palm trees above it. As we reached the rock, he turned me toward him and crushed his mouth into mine for a deep kiss. As our tongues searched one another, he lifted me up by my ass and planted me on the smooth stone. I gasped at the coldness of it despite the heat of the beach and lay back.
Positioning himself in front of me, Jayson pulled me until my hips were at the edge of the rock, and my legs rested on his shoulders. I stared up at the dying sunlight and the stars making their first appearances in a clear, dim blue sky as he placed his cock at my entrance. I arched up as he thrust himself inside of me again, and a moan bubbled up from within me at the daring way we were now perched, out in the open and only shaded by a few trees and the slowly disappearing light of the day. I tried to focus on his muscular chest as the sweat glistened off it and rolled in streams down the ridges and valleys of his abs. He leaned over me, bending my legs back toward my chest and thrusting in fluid and strong motions.
I could feel him increasing his speed, edging closer to his own climax, but selfishly I wanted it to last longer. I wanted to taste him, to pleasure him the way he pleasured me, before he was completely spent. I curled my legs up and turned away from him, and for a moment he stopped. I beckoned him to switch places, and he did happily. Rather than lay him down and mount him, I knelt into the sand in front of him. His throbbing cock hovered just in front of my lips, and I looked up into his eyes. I kept the eye contact as I ran my tongue along the underside of him, swirling it at the head and then taking it into my mouth. It pulsed against my tongue as I tightened my mouth around him and pushed down toward the base. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, until I could feel the tip brush against the back of my throat, and then slid him back out again. He moaned loudly above me, and I smiled at the sound.
Clasping one hand around the base, I let the other slide up to cup his balls, gently kneading them as I bobbed on his cock, stroking him into my mouth and tasting the mixture of our sweat and sex. His hand slipped around my head and filled with my hair, and I let him guide me in the motion. For a moment I was slow and passionate, but I quickly gained speed. I sucked on him, twirling my tongue around and twisting as I reached the tip, and his legs clenched as he tried to maintain control. I reveled in the thought that he was trying to keep from exploding right then, and took him deeper into my mouth, letting him slide as far down my throat as I could stand.
His moans turned to a growl, and I knew he was close. I stood up quickly and wrapped one leg around him. He lifted me, holding me by my ass and pushing me against the palm tree. I clenched around him, taking him deeply inside of me as our mouths searched for each other and met in a hard kiss. He bounced me on his cock, my back braced against the tree, and I cried out against his mouth as a dizzying orgasm crashed around me. My legs shook and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clenching my entire body around him. Jayson exploded into me, roaring as he climaxed and emptied himself into me. He held me there for some time as my body milked him, and I kissed
the sweat off his neck and chest.
Finally, his body spent, he gently lowered me back to the sand, curling beside me, and our noses touched as we stared into each other’s eyes. We lay there, naked and free, without a care between us as the stars took over the velvet sky.
I had never felt so close to Jayson as when I was lying there in his arms, still riding the last waves of pleasure. I had probably never felt so close to anyone. In those moments it felt like we had transcended just being two people enjoying each other and instead melded into something much more. It was an incredible feeling, something I wanted to cherish and hold on to for as long as possible. That brought a thought to my mind and to my heart.
Maybe all these worries were for nothing. Maybe my doubts were foolish. After all, I hadn’t even really given myself a chance to think all the way through this. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, all I let myself do was worry and go immediately to the worst-case scenario. My mind jumped straight to not being able to trust anyone and how devastating this could be rather than thinking even for a second that things might work out.
This could be my moment. This could be the time when I finally allow myself to take a chance and reach out to someone. As I lay there with my head on Jayson’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing in the smell of him, I thought about what could be. Maybe I should take a chance and open my heart to him. If there was ever a time in my life when it would be right to open up and show my true self, this would be it. I drew in a breath and tried to come up with the right words. This wasn’t something I’d ever done and wasn’t sure exactly how to tell him. I wanted to tell him how I was feeling and about the baby. I didn’t know how he was going to react, but the way he cradled me in his arms and kissed the side of my head put me at ease.
The words were just starting to form in my mind, and I opened my mouth to speak, but right at that moment I heard the sound of revving engines. Bright round lights cut through the darkness, and I gasped as I saw two sets of beams coming right in our direction. Jayson shot out from under me and jumped to his feet, reaching down to grab onto my hands. He pulled me up frantically and reached down for his pants.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
He hopped on one foot as he got into his pants as fast as he could, and I followed suit, wriggling back into my pants and reaching for my bra.
“It’s the beach patrol,” he told me. “Put your dress on. We’ve got to get out of here before they catch us.”
I dropped my dress over my head and scooped up my bra and panties just as he grabbed hold of my wrist and started pulling me out of the cove. He laughed as he took off running, pulling me behind him. It was all happening so fast, but his laughter was infectious. I couldn’t help but laugh too as I struggled to keep up with him. We got out onto the beach and paused just long enough to snatch my shoes up from the sand where I’d dropped them when he first kissed me. The lights were following us across the beach, and I heard someone shout in the distance, so we ran faster.
We got back to the parking lot, and Jayson flung himself forward across the hood of his car. I leaned back against the door, laughing as we struggled to catch our breath.
“I think we lost them,” I said.
“Good thing. We wouldn’t want to end up with our picture by the door at the restaurant,” Jayson told me.
“What?” I gasped.
He laughed harder. “You didn’t see them? The beach patrol goes up and down the beach every night, and if they catch people getting cozy, they take pictures of them. Clothed pictures,” he clarified. “They bring them to the restaurant, and they get posted.”
“That’s awful!” I said but couldn’t help but laugh more. “Can you imagine going in to have dinner and seeing yourself up on the wall?”
Jayson shrugged and walked up to me, sliding his hands around my waist again. “It would be worth it.”
A slow smile slid onto his face, and he leaned down for another soft kiss. When it ended, I pulled back and looked up at him. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but something was still holding me back. The moment didn’t feel right anymore. I decided to wait, to enjoy our burgeoning romance a little more before finding the perfect time to tell him about the pregnancy.
23
Jayson
The band was still riding high on the adrenaline from the wave of success we were experiencing, and it made our practice even more thrilling and intense. We were all still pumped about the reception of the album and the buzz it was already creating. Rather than letting it lull us into complacency, though, it was revving us up and making us even more determined. We were reaching a peak like we hadn’t in a long time, and all of us were thrilled to be a part of it.
Only a week after we finished the album, it was already making waves among important people in the music industry. It wasn’t hitting the radio stations yet, and it would be a while before it got onto shelves, but that would come. For now, we had to concentrate on making sure the right people heard it. These were the people who would give us more time in studios and hook us up with the artists, producers, and others who could catapult us to the next level. Getting that was a more important first step than reaching out to listeners. The fans would come, but only if there was a way for them to hear us. That meant needing exposure, and that meant impressing the right people.
Fortunately, that’s exactly what our brand-new agent was doing for us. It was still hard to believe we even had an agent. Of course, this type of success was what we’d always wanted. We hadn’t just thrown together a band because we thought it would be fun to jam together, or even for the attention from local fans. Though the dedicated groupies we picked up rather quickly were a nice perk while we built up. All of us came together over a love of music and a true drive to really make something out of ourselves. We looked ahead to the days when we would have huge audiences and be able to walk into any music store and see our album. Now it seemed like it was actually happening. We had a real agent, and he was getting copies of our album into the hands of some of the most powerful people in the industry.
I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next, and it turned out, I didn’t have to. When we wrapped up our practice, Luke looked at us with a grin.
“Hold on, guys. I need to talk to you,” he said.
“What’s up?” Mark asked.
Luke held out his arms dramatically, directing us to sit down on the gray-blue couch that occupied the edge of our practice space. We rolled our eyes but went along with it. Luke looked like he was going to bounce out of his skin as Carter, Mark, and I dropped down on the couch and stared at him. Finally, he grinned.
“I have an announcement to make. As manager, you know I’ve been working closely with Greg to get our album out there in front of people,” he said.
“And by that you mean he’s been doing all the work and you’ve been telling us about it?” Mark teased.
Luke gave him a look but continued.
“We’ve been making progress, but this morning I got word that something big is happening. Who here has heard of a little band called The Monsters?”
It was purely for dramatic effect. The Monsters had gotten pretty successful recently and were about to go on a major tour.
“Yes,” I said to push Luke forward. I really wasn’t feeling like sitting around the practice space for the rest of the day waiting for him to continue regaling us.
“Well, it just so happens they were looking for a band to open for them while they’re on the road. Greg got them a copy of our album, and they called to offer us the spot,” Luke concluded.
The three of us sat silently for a beat, not really believing him. When he didn’t say he was joking, we exchanged glances and I looked back at him.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” Luke answered. “They’re starting their North American tour soon, and they want us to come along. It’s a huge opportunity. At least a year of shows, a per diem, the whole thing. We
could seriously catch on while we’re going and end up with another tour.”
Excitement bubbled up and soon we were all talking over each other, giving high fives, and making plans. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. It was everything we wanted.
The reality didn’t sink in until after I left the practice space and headed home. As I drove toward the apartments, I thought of Leah. I couldn’t wait to tell her about the tour and how excited I was to get on the road and start really touring. She was going to be so proud and excited for us. As soon as that thought went through my mind, it hit me. This wasn’t just about me going on tour with the band and what that could mean for the future of my career.
It also forced me to think about the future of the rest of my life, including my relationship with Leah. Things had been going well since that day at the beach and I was truly happy. But accepting the tour offer meant we’d be on the road for a year. There would be shows several days a week, and when we weren’t performing, we’d be traveling or trying to find time to grab a little bit of sleep to fuel us through the next show. It wouldn’t give us any time to come back home or take days off. Things were just getting serious with Leah. If I left for a year, who knew what would happen? Leaving for so long at this point in our relationship could mean losing everything we’d built up between us.
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