by Sybil Swift
“Like…nothing else exists…in this world. Lu-u-ush heat. Gripping me, fu-u-ck, so…so tight. I lo-o-ve it. Never…never want it…too end.” He punctuated his answer with a quick swivel of his hips that left her breathless.
Every trace of him against her fingertips helped to ground her as the rest of world spun on without them. Wrapped together with her body charging toward orgasm, she couldn’t think. Not about what would happen after this—what would happen a day after this—future didn’t exist out here as adrenaline coated her arms and legs with goose bumps.
The plastic chair hit her ass, a persistent slap that mirrored the cresting waves of high tide. She clung to him. And this one good moment that she’d had in a series of forgettable, regrettable pit stops throughout the last unfocused year—and she fervently hoped she wouldn’t come to regret this one too.
“I can’t—go-o-oing to—”
He swallowed hard above her, arm muscles bunching with tension as he fought to hold onto their driving tempo. A slippery, delicious dance that left her grabbing onto the nape of his neck.
“Look at me,” she softly ordered, skin flushed even as the night chill stole across them both. “Don’t look away.”
He nodded, jaw hard, eyes wild. With a quick kiss that tightened her chest, she lost her smile with a low groan as her head banged back into the chair and she couldn’t spare the energy to care at all. Lost against him, his anchoring, ratcheting breaths drove her higher as she scrambled to touch all of him. Never enough. Nothing was quite so satisfying as watching his normally sly control slip until they were both undone. His lips twisted open into a silent ‘o’ while his hips continued to drive forward despite his fingers trembling against her tender skin.
For a single second she saw straight into a part of him that she’d never expected to grow close to—his vulnerability like a second skin. She caught his heady, intimate gaze and shuddered beneath him as her own orgasm wrapped her in warmth.
“I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come, Noah. All of you.” She fought not to break eye contact and Noah sped up until she could barely hold on tight enough. “Yes, yes, oh God.”
He muttered a curse. They were both ragged, falling together.
“Make me come. Make me come,” she chanted it like a mantra.
From her head to her toes bliss clung to every nerve ending. Before she could stop herself his name was falling from her lips. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock as he stilled while she writhed beneath him trying to hang onto that one last pulse of ecstasy. But she didn’t have to wait long before Noah picked up the pace with his hips again. Until tightening aftershocks danced through her nerve endings. With her fingers twisting in his hair she roughly brought him down until she pressed her lips to the lobe of his ear.
“Your turn,” she whispered before nibbling his ear
Noah groaned, trembling fingers clutching at her hips. She helped his rhythm as she watched him fight for composure and another wash of pleasure started a tug of war inside her body. His brown eyes were lost, wide—he rocked up until his cock hit all the right places. Even while propelled toward ecstasy, he fought to give hers back again.
“Come, Noah. Come for me. I don’t want to have to tell you again.” Her fingers trailed from his hair lingering down his shoulder before she sat up and grabbed a handful of his ass. He felt so good she followed up her groping with a nice little smack.
Whatever had gotten into her—taken over her body and her mouth—Chloe liked it.
Noah grunted and moaned. Beneath him she enjoyed watching him unravel down to the disjointed tempo of his hips until she knew he was so close he was about to come apart at the seams. With a final sharp thrust that was almost more pain than pleasure Noah’s fingers tightened around her hips. Fingers spasming he threw his head back with a half-groan, half chuckle that threw her down the spiral into another quick, heady orgasm.
“Oh, Christ,” she breathed out, not even bothering to try to catch her breath. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
When he nearly collapsed against her over the chair she welcomed the heat from his body and sighed, stretching newfound parts of her body that hadn’t seemed that connected in a very, very long time.
As Noah laughed, a deep, rich sound that prickled across her damp skin all embarrassment and surprise at taking the reins fell away. Until her thoughts were clear. She didn't even bother wiping off her idiotic smile that she admitted to herself would hurt her cheeks for awhile.
“Mmm,” A male, primal rumble uttered against the crook of her neck.
He jerked against her, palms slick, as his mouth skimmed across her collarbone, neck, and cheeks. Delicate, light kisses that sunk her deeper into pleasure as the orgasm lingered fresh on her skin and slowly the world funneled back into her consciousness. His ragged breath tickled against her flesh as the seagulls called overhead.
“So good,” he mumbled taking her nipple into his mouth as she shivered from the weight of his tongue, almost too much sensation after her orgasm.
He didn’t move away. Instead, he seemed insistent on learning every curve and hollow of her body with his lips and fingers tracing across her until she was a lazy, hazy lump in the chair. When he finally slid out of her body, he did so with a reluctant sigh. He caught her mouth for another life-altering, deep kiss that made him want him back inside her so badly she almost physically ached.
One of his hands moved away from her and she whimpered. She heard the slick slide of the condom and then his slightly shaky arms were sliding beneath her along her knees and behind her back.
“Oh, no way. You can’t do that after that Olympic feat! You’ll drop me and I’d rather not get sand in unmentionable places.”
“First of all, this Olympic event is far from over. And second, I don’t think you get to call it an unmentionable place when I’ve been deep inside of you loving every single second that you squirmed. Trust me, I won’t drop you. We need to get cleaned up.”
He heaved her up off the ground and she squealed, clasping her hand to her mouth to suppress the embarrassing noise. When he wavered, her eyes went wide, and she tried to hit him, insistent that he put her down. But he only held her tighter in the swaying cradle of his arms as he—with a grin like a male lion who’d just won a prize fight against a competitor—continued their journey back toward the house.
She gave up and sank her weight into his comforting embrace. Better to join ‘em then beat ‘em. At least that was her thought as his pulse knocked against her ear while her fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck. His gaze was all for the terrain ahead. She imagined traveling across sand was hard for one person—let alone one person carrying her after the physical exertion they’d played out on that poor, unwilling deck chair.
“We’re going to have to sanitize that.”
“I think that chair’s seen worse outside than what we did to it. We’ll clean it in the morning.”
He placed her on the first step cradling her naked ass in both palms with a small squeeze.
“What about our clothes, we should go back for them—”
“Screw it, we’ll deal with that in the morning too.”
“But they’ll blow away.”
“Are you really worried about losing fabric right now? We still have to make it up three flights of stairs without managing to get a splinter.”
He brushed his lips against hers with an impish smile. Then he put her feet back onto the floor and steadied her shoulders.
“What happened to the primo service? I was quite enjoying my pampered luxury. Aren’t you going to take me the rest of the way?”
“That’ll be an extra fee. Now get your little ass up there so we can hit the shower together.”
“You want me to go first up the steps?”
“That way I can catch you if you fall.”
“If I fall you’re no good to me with those rubbery noodle arms, we’re both doomed.”
“Woman can’t ev
en accept a kind gesture.” He rolled his eyes as she gently pushed him.
“Hey, this would be an easier trek with socks you know.”
He stood to the side and beckoned out to their haphazard pile of clothes with an odd look in his eyes.
“You’re welcome to go get them yourself or you can start up the damn steps so we don’t have to stand here, stark naked in front of the neighbors. Who, up until now, have gotten a free show. Now obviously you feel comfortable with me as you’ve completely forgotten about this—and truly, it’s a lovely compliment—but let’s be realistic here. In about two seconds, I’m going to be experiencing some embarrassing shrinkage from the cold and I’d really rather you hurried your gorgeous ass up those stairs before someone calls the cops for public indecency.”
“Oh shit!”
With her heart rioting in her chest she dashed up the steps to the first landing doubling over with laughter so deep it hurt. How in world had she forgotten that she was naked? In public? Not one to ever take leave of her senses, being her mother’s daughter, bred and born, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the insanity of it all. As they tumbled through the front door and he closed it with a resounding slap she turned to stare at him.
She’d taken a total and complete vacation from her senses.
And it was so, so good.
Back in the sluggish warmth of the house his gaze swept her from top to bottom and she found herself skimming the room for a blanket to cover up. Without the distraction of unending bliss, there wasn’t much of a buffer. What once had been the last thing on her mind, her nakedness rammed home with the force of a blow that rolled her stomach.
“Shower?” He inclined his head toward the stairs leading down to the bathroom on the second floor.
“Together?”
“Seriously? After what we did out there, it’s the shower that wigs you out? Anyone tell you you’re kind of weird?”
“It normally doesn’t come with a kinda.” She blushed and decided to take the leap, going with her gut and racing off down the stairs to beat him to the warm, comforting spray.
With every step she knew he was right behind her the whole way.
Chapter Eight
Water sluiced down her breasts and at his appreciative glance, she licked her lips slicking her fingers back through the tendrils of her wet hair. Was this normal after a casual fling? She didn’t have a whole lot to measure it against since her asshole boyfriend had pretty much consumed her dating life for the better part of her formative years and beyond. Fling wasn’t a word she was very familiar with—although his cock, that was another matter entirely. It was a constant battle to ignore his hard-on that had appeared between them the second her body had gotten soaked.
Guess guys took the fantasy of girls in the shower seriously.
At least the excessive steam from the pounding water gave her something to hide behind as she tried to work up the nerve to ask him what exactly happened now. Sure, they’d done the cute banter bit. He’d helped her into the shower, testing the water to make sure it wasn’t too much until she assured him she liked to lose a layer of skin with the heat. And, like a gentleman, which was weird and unexpected, he’d let her have the water first.
Now, watching him against the backdrop of aquamarine tile that highlighted his easy smile, she couldn’t quite find the words. It’s like he’d done a complete one-eighty from the sarcastic, playful guy to someone else entirely. How was she supposed to handle this situation? His quickly assessing brown eyes undid her as she reached for the plain bar soap.
“Let me take care of that,” he offered, wrapping his fingers around her wrist mid-grab.
“Uh, are you sure? Isn’t that a little cliché?”
“And having sex on the beach wasn’t?”
“Good point. But it wasn’t on the beach, at least we saved some face with that, right?”
He made a pleased noise and raised his brows.
“Come on, I know I’m kind of a dick most of the time, but I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to leave a woman high and dry after we sleep together just because it was for fun. Just because we’re not heading for relationship town, that isn’t an excuse for me to slack off my on my duties.”
“Excuse me, your duties?”
“I happen to take my lover’s very seriously after the fact. You’re not some chick to screw and lose. Until you leave, I’m taking care of you. First class all the way. Your mother did pay for these treatments, didn’t she?”
“Oh, God, don’t mention my mother right now!” She laughed hitting him with her free hand before he let her other hand fall away from his grip. “Seriously, I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?” He wiggled his eyebrows with debonaire grin that twisted low. “Okay, well, I’m done, so get some comfortable clothes on when you’re ready and meet me in the living room.”
“Is this another part of my therapy? Are we going to have circle share time now?”
“Oh, I think we shared quite enough back there, don’t you?”
Heat trailed up her neck and lit up her cheeks. Before she could come up with a good enough reply, he was busy giving her a nice shot of his towel-clad ass while he walked away. What in the hell did the man have up his sleeve? She’d agreed to some messy fun because she was due for some, but the pampering jackass caught her off guard at every turn. What was she supposed to take away from his random interplay of niceness and jerktastic?
Not as though she wasn’t familiar with the particular male game, but Noah had her head spinning faster than a drunk hoebag at the Jersey Shore. Chloe stuck her face in the scalding water enjoying the play of drops down her hypersensitive skin. After what they’d done earlier the sensation was like a kiss of freshness and she ran both her hands through her slick hair with a smile. The idea that they’d—that she’d—that had been some of the best sex of her life. And it had been so spur of the moment. Pre-Eric Chloe never would have even considered public sex on a beach with an almost stranger. When did her ovaries kick into badass mode? Sure, maybe it wasn't the best or the brightest idea to take advantage of a stranger when she was in a vulnerable time, but she had no regrets.
What was there to regret when wielding pure power made her toes curl? The very idea that she could have it any way she wanted it, all she had to do was ask him? The thought made a blush creep up her cheeks even while she enjoyed the adrenaline rush of being selfish without any guilt. Laughter wrestled within her tight chest as she shook her head. Somehow, she’d forgotten what it was like to be happy, to do what she wanted, take what she wanted, and live in the moment for a purely selfish reason. Even the sound of her own voice had served as extra stimulation. Until her insistent purr, each word a command, had turned her on more and more with every syllable.
There wasn’t any way to conceal the fact that she liked telling Noah what to do and how to do it—but how far would he let her take it? She licked her lips savoring the idea that there could be so much more to their newfound relationship.
Flashbacks from the beach made goose bumps skitter across her flesh even with the heat of the water until her nipples were tight with pleasure. How was it even possible that her body still recognized pleasure? She figured that part of her would be dormant by now. Sated somehow. But instead of reaching for the shampoo and getting her butt back in gear for the day, she took a slow breath, mouth quirking up in a lazy half-smile, and she slid her palm down her slick skin until she cupped her pussy. Instead of rewinding their time together on the beach, Chloe closed her eyes, and decided to play a little bit.
With a low moan she squeezed her pussy enjoying the fullness that twisted low in her abdomen from the slow pressure of her palm against all of her sensitive bits. Her other hand glided to her breast making her shudder. She pinched her nipple hard enough that she bit her lip and groaned before she eased a finger into her wet heat. The pressure made her knees weak until she massaged her heavy breast, a shiver skittering down her spine. Another finger and she had to l
ean against the cool tile wall before her legs gave out. She curled her fingers until she could massage her g-spot while her inner walls fluttered with a flush of ecstasy that washed up from her toes to the tip of her head. She muffled a moan while the water pelted down on her sensitive skin.
Chloe started off with a quick rhythm pulsing in and out of her pussy. With every stroke she imagined Noah on his knees, head bent, awaiting her instructions. His hard cock brushed against his belly button while he waited to please her, to do anything in his power to make her happy. The vision was that much better as she fucked herself into oblivion.
“Lay down,” she whispered to herself, as the Noah in her mind sprawled out over the floor with his legs and arms spread wide. “Good. Now put your wrists together, cross them.”
Noah in her mind swallowed so hard she could watch his throat work over the tension as his gaze flitted around the room. A stab of pride made her cunt pulse. He never looked her in the eye, merely waited for whatever she was going to do to him. His muscles were taut, slick with sweat, and as he kept himself in place in her fantasy she stalked toward his prone form on the floor. While she worked her slick cunt prickles of pleasure so intense it was almost agony made her fingers twist against her breast.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you, do you understand?” Noah nodded, adams apple bobbing while she watched goose bumps coat his arms. His abs contracted from the sexual tension, thick in the room. “Don’t move, no matter what I do. Not lift of your hips, not even a twitch of a fingertip.”
Fantasy Noah nodded and Chloe pulsed her fingers inside her cunt so hard the harsh motion nearly ripped the breath from her lungs. Water sluiced down her body taunting her with the subtlety. In her fantasy she bent over her lover, kneeling on either side of his hips. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs in sharp pants—and she hadn’t even started yet. She sensed every minor agitation in the twitching of his muscles beneath his skin against her inner thighs. Yet she did nothing, content to watch his emotions play out over his face, eyes half-closed behind the shiny lenses of his glasses. His thick cock twitched and she was careful to hide her smile. Noah barely disguised a moan as her hand stroked his hot cock from root to tip in a slow, heavy glide that made him grit his teeth.