by Allen, J. C
I couldn’t avoid everyone gawking at it, though.
“Well, what do you think?” I asked. “I hope you like… well, hope this was okay.”
“I love swimming,” he said, glancing over. “But my swimsuit…”
“I got your trunks,” I grinned.
“Damn, you really did have a lot of time to get things ready,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
I just laughed, leaned over, and kissed him. He was so cute when he was admitting something he liked about me—I just wanted to capture that look that he gave me and keep it all for myself.
“Shall we go?” I said, smiling.
He nodded.
“Much as I love this car, I think I love you a little more.”
We got out of the car—well, after trading a few more kisses—and Derek grabbed the tote and cooler. The beach was definitely a lot busier during the day, and it took us some time to find a good spot to setup. Once we found one, I began to lay out the towels. Derek headed towards the bathrooms to get changed into his suit, which gave me the chance to give him the best surprise of the day.
I had donned my bikini under my clothes, so all I had to do was slide out of my shirt and shorts. I finished getting our area setup and knelt down, checking on the food in the cooler, glad to see that the ice hadn’t melted much. I looked up to see Derek returning, and I made sure that I leaned forward on all fours, the better to give him the most seductive look possible.
“Goddamn, Eve!” Derek said. “You look amazing. Almost too amazing.”
I smiled, standing up and glanced over at him. I felt the same way about him. His tanned chest seemed to just soak in the sun, and I couldn’t help but gawk at how chiseled and defined he was.
“Eve?”
“Huh,” was all I was able to get out and I silently chastised myself for getting way too wrapped up in his body.
“We should get some sunscreen on before we both burn,” he said, smiling. “I’ll get some on you first.”
I watched as he stepped towards the bag, snagging the lotion. He began to apply some on my body. I shivered, noticing that several of the women who’d been ogling us in the previous moments now watched, their eyes filled with jealousy at the sight. I smiled, glancing up at him and raised an eyebrow as I noticed how his movements were less about quickness and more about, well, sensuality.
“You wouldn’t happen to be doing this on purpose, would you?” I asked.
“And if I was?” he said, grinning. “Besides, haven’t you noticed all the men staring at you?”
“I suppose I didn’t,” I admitted, blushing. “I was too focused on you.”
Derek chuckled and said something about how if he focused anymore, everyone would see what focus did to a man. I finished with helping to get sunscreen on me and I grinned, deciding to help him as well. As I slid sunscreen on him, I watched as his eyes never left us. I smiled, relishing in how attentive Derek was with me.
“We should probably get in the water soon,” he said, sounding almost embarrassed.
“Huh? Why?” I asked, glancing up.
“Because if we don’t, I’m going to be giving these ladies a different kind of sight to ogle,” he whispered. “And that’s for VIP viewing only.”
I glanced down, seeing that the bulge in his trunks was already slightly more than what it had been when he’d first emerged from the bathrooms. I shivered at the sight, remembering all that that bulge had done to me and then some, and nodded, throwing the lotion on the towels and headed towards the water with him. I gasped at how cold the water was and grinned over as Derek let out a quiet yelp.
“Guess that’ll do the trick though, right?” I said, laughing softly. “Hard to be hard under Arctic temperatures?”
“Oh, you are enjoying this, are you?” he said, grinning. “Let me tell ya something, Eve…”
“What’s that look for?” I said. “What are you—”
Within seconds, I was in his arms as he was carrying me through the water. I gasped, laughing, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
And then I wanted to both kiss and smack Derek at the same time.
A romantic gesture turned into the worst kind of evil imaginable as he threw me out into the water when we’d reached the deeper area. I gasped as I landed, swimming to the surface and coughing out some water that’d gotten up my nose.
“You didn’t!” I gasped. “Oh my God! Derek!”
“Oh I did,” he grinned. “Payback for laughing at me!”
“You are the worst kind of person!” I said.
But in the best way possible.
He smiled, swimming towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I glanced up, wondering if this was another trick and he moved his lips to mine. I shivered, kissing him back as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“You know… there’s not too many people around here,” he said, nipping at my lower lip.
“Oh, you naughty boy, Derek,” I said, grinning. “You have no idea what you might be unlocking.”
“What? I wasn’t thinking of going all the way or anything,” he said, grinning.
“Uh huh,” I said. “Why do you think I brought you out here?”
As we moved to kiss again, I glanced over, seeing a few of the women who’d been watching having “joined” where we were swimming. I chuckled, sliding free from Derek and grinned. Just as he had given me a devilish look before throwing me into the water…
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
Moving my hand beneath the surface, I swung around and splashed him with a huge wave of water. The splash reached over him and hit a few of the women nearby. I laughed at both Derek’s water-covered face and the women’s sputtering faces.
I knew how to kill two birds with one stone. I wasn’t a fool.
“You’re just as evil,” Derek said, grinning.
“All’s fair in love and war,” I said, batting my eyelashes.
“And no one loves you more than me,” he said, swimming towards me and splashing me back.
An all-out splash war began between us. The other women hurried to swim away, obviously annoyed at our games as well as the fact that he’d never even seemed to notice them lingering nearby. It was just as well—Derek Knight was mine and mine alone, and I was his and his alone. There was going to be no sharing of anyone outside of us.
The splash war, much like the erotic war at the museum, continued on for some time. But unlike the erotic war, when we had to have some semblance of being careful, here, the water allowed us to get a little more frisky. Not so frisky as to cause the other to climax, of course, but I took advantage of Derek’s bulge and slid his trunks down more than once.
Similarly, Derek wasn’t afraid to slide his hand into the side of my bikini or elsewhere. I’m sure I let out a gasp a tad too loud for the situation, but frankly, I wanted people to know about us. I had enjoyed public sex with Johns, after all, so having Derek would only increase my arousal.
Alas, sex in the ocean wasn’t as pleasant as it might have seemed, so I didn’t quite do everything with him.
For now.
As we finished our little games of sea splashing, both dying with laughter, we decided it was a good time for a late lunch and made our way back to where we’d set our towels. Thankfully, despite all the kissing, fondling, and fingering, the splash-war had been enough to calm down what Derek had hurried to the water to hide in the first place.
Well, I thought it was, but then I saw him start to come out of the water and saw that was the furthest thing from the case. Derek shrugged, adjusted himself, and continued out.
“No one’s any the wiser,” he boasted.
I just rolled my eyes and tried to get him to pop back into place, teasing him with a seductive walk. Let’s just say Derek was probably glad the beach had begun to clear out with the evening sky slowly starting to move in.
“This is perfect,” Derek said, smiling. “You know, I haven’t been here in forever. Can’t even
remember the last time I was here.”
“Did you used to come here a lot?” I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich as I pulled his out from the cooler.
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging and taking his own bite. “My family used to love going to the beach together.”
I nodded in understanding, continuing to eat my sandwich as we sat together, relaxing in the sun. I let Derek have his moment, able to see that he was deep in thought. I had no assurances that his thoughts went to a positive place—frankly, they probably went to a dark place again—but sometimes, after moments like we had had, the best thing to do was just sit to the side and let things go from there.
“I’m glad I chose this place then,” I said.
More silence came, and I just let it be. Derek would speak sooner or later, I was sure of it.
He didn’t disappoint.
“How did you know about this place?” he asked, glancing over at me after finishing his sandwich.
I blushed.
“Do you want the real answer or just a half-truth answer?”
“The full one,” Derek said immediately. “No secrets.”
“Gotcha, well, a John who was really into public sex took me here,” I admitted, blushing at the confession.
“Well then,” he said, laughing, seeming much more at ease with the admission than I had suspected. “Hope I can give you some better memories here.”
“You already are,” I said, glancing down. “Even though I wasn’t exactly in love with coming here for the John, there was something about the beach I loved. I wanted to share that with you.”
“We should stay here through the evening then,” Derek said, smiling. “Bet it’s quite the sight then, huh?”
“It really is,” I said, grinning. “It wasn’t the worst experience I had. Even with the sand that got up in places that… well, places it definitely didn’t belong.”
“I can imagine,” he laughed, hugging me against him. “And when it gets a little darker, babe, I won’t have to imagine.”
God, Derek Knight knew how to get me horny.
We spent the rest of the afternoon together at the beach. Though our conversation didn’t approach as steamy a level as it had right there, it still felt like exactly what we needed. Content, calm, and warm.
As the sun finally began to set, we both sat on one of the towels, watching the water. Even though we were probably going to stay another couple of hours, I didn’t want to leave this moment, and I could tell Derek felt the same. I knew that as soon as we left, the real world would return.
The world where Derek would have to leave again and return to the dangers his life placed him in.
“I don’t want to leave,” Derek said, kissing the top of my head. “This day seems perfect, doesn’t it?”
“It really does,” I said, leaning against him more. “I wish it didn’t have to end either. Not when I know you have to go out again tonight.”
And then, like a dam that only needed a single crack to begin the flooding process, the thoughts got darker and darker by the second. Instead of it just being Derek seeing things, it would be Derek experiencing things. Instead of Derek triumphing over those things, it was him failing. And instead of escaping those failures…
“What if it isn’t just some bodies tonight?” I said, fighting to contain my obvious fear.
“I’m bringing backup this time,” he said, glancing down at me. “I don’t plan to do this alone again, Eve. I promise. Roost is gonna have three men for me.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said, glancing down.
It just…
Why did this matter so much?
I knew the Black Falcons and the Savage Saviors were rivals. But why? Did they have legitimate grounds for fighting? Or were they like feuding families whose original sin had happened generations ago? Motorcycles hadn’t existed but for a few decades, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t have gone back some.
I couldn’t resist.
“Hey, Derek… could you tell me something?”
“Sure, anything,” he said, smiling down at me.
“Well, I know some of the basics, I guess, from our dinner three weeks ago,” I said. “But, exactly, who is Falcon to you? I know he killed your father and brother… but it seems a lot more connected than just that.”
“Oh, man,” he said, though he didn’t seem worried or frazzled by my question. “To me, he wasn’t much. Most of the distancing and the bad stuff happened when I was either too young to know or wasn’t even born. But to my family, he’s certainly someone.”
He cleared his throat.
“Back then, he was simply Frank. Frank Young, to be precise. And he was a member of the Saviors. Hell, he helped found the Saviors with my father.”
“He was that close to your father?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“My father and him were friends since childhood, apparently. My mom used to tease that he might as well have lived with us with how often he was over. I don’t think my mom liked Frank as much as my father, though. Anyway, when my father was thinking about starting the Savage Saviors, Frank was all for it and wanted to help. The two decided to get into business together and things were going smoothly. Then, he started to let Frank take over a lot of the Crows work and…”
A long pause came. The moment when it all went to hell.
“Well, that’s when things began to go to shit. I remembered my father and him arguing over something he did. Think it had to do with dealing some heavy shit out and my dad was against all that shit. That’s why I don’t deal in weapons or heavy drugs.”
“I see,” I said. “That’s really admirable.”
“My dad founded the Saviors to help the city, not make things worse. Anyway, after that, Frank didn’t come around as much. My dad continued to try to get in touch but Frank wouldn’t answer any of his calls. Finally, news began to spread about a new motorcycle club coming into town. The Black Falcons.”
“So… he created the Black Falcons just to spite your father?” I asked.
“Yeah, at least it started that way,” Derek said, shrugging. “I’m sure he then got a taste for the power of leading them and well, you know the rest.”
“Right,” I said, glancing down and biting my lip. “I didn’t realize just how connected this was…”
“It’s alright, I should’ve told you sooner,” he said, looking down. “I’m sorry, Eve. If I’m going to make you part of the Saviors, you deserve to know all of the story of the Saviors, not just what I have told you so far.”
“It’s okay,” I smiled, leaning up. “Thanks for telling me. I’m sorry about all of that, but I’m glad to know a little more.”
He smiled warmly in return and I leaned up, pressing my lips to his. He returned the kiss, holding me tight against his chest. I held him in return and could tell neither of us wanted to let go. Finally, we both somehow managed to pull away and I glanced up at him.
“You know, it’s completely empty out here,” I said.
My mind began to rush as I thought of everything this would entail. The best move would be for us to both lie on the blanket with him coming in behind me—that way, if some suspicious guard or passerby came through, he could quickly pull out, hide behind me, and we could both look like lovers cuddling.
Of course, if I wanted to get really risky, we could take all the clothes off… but with two guys in sight, that didn’t seem like the best idea.
“Not quite,” Derek said as his hands went under my thong. “But I don’t care.”
“Is that—”
I didn’t get to finish my words, because Derek’s fingers slid into me, causing me to gasp and arch my hips in pleasure. He stroked inside, smiling at me as I began to shake. I looked into those eyes, so horny and instantly feeling close to the edge.
There was something about the danger of being caught, the danger of getting exposed, and the danger of having to end things instantly that was just so fucking hot. Usually, when I needed to rush
an orgasm, it never came—but now, here, with Derek, under the early night sky, with the laughter of other people audible from here?
My God, it didn’t take much.
“Get inside me, Derek,” I begged. “Please, oh, please.”
I was panting by now. Derek snuggled up near me, and I felt his member pop out of his swim trunks. I reached down, removed my bikini, and felt his enormous girth slide into me as I stuffed my face into the blanket so all of the beach didn’t have to hear me cry out.
He wrapped his hands around me, pressing his hands into my breasts, as he thrust into me, his tongue and teeth working on my neck. I closed my eyes, squeezing them, trying not to cry so loud as to draw a crowd. But that was half the fun—even if I failed and yelped, it was a yelp of pleasure. It was a game as much as it was sex, and it was incredibly arousing.
I could feel the pulsing within me grow, and Derek growled that going in raw in this spot meant he wouldn’t last long. We’d tried pulling out in the past couple of weeks, but I no longer cared. If I had a baby with Derek, so be it. Under the stars, like this, on a day and journey like this, I wanted to feel him fill me.
“Ohh, Derek, you’re so big! Fuck!”
“Baby it’s so warm, so wet,” he said, his cock quivering out of control within me. “I don’t think… don’t think… fuck, Eve.”
“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” I said, yearning to feel it. I was already on the precipice of orgasm. “Baby, don’t—”
It crashed into me, my entire body writhing with the pleasant rush of orgasm. I let out so many groans that I could not stifle, and while I felt sure anyone within a mile heard me, I didn’t even think to care. Derek was filling me with too much pleasure, and my world was concentrated to my body and to his dick in that moment.
Just as I started to come down, Derek came as well, made obvious by his loud grunt, the tightening of his hands—to the point that it almost hurt—and his more violent, sporadic thrusting into me. I relished the feeling of his cock exploding with cum inside me. I moaned for him, encouraging him to come along.