“You are correct.” He smiles wider. “Come on.” He says, taking my hand once more as he leads me further down the beach.
It doesn't take long before I can see something ahead of us. It's too far away to see exactly what it is but the closer we get, the more clear it becomes. It isn't until I am standing over a blanket, a spread of food and wine laid out before me, that I realize what he's done.
“I heard you have a soft spot for picnics.” He smiles, taking a seat on the blanket before patting the spot next to him. Shaking my head, I take a step forward and sit directly across from him, stretching my legs to the side as my dress offers very little coverage when sitting on the ground.
“I should have known.” I say, looking around at all of my favorite finger foods displayed in containers around the blanket. “Andrea.” I sigh, knowing full well she had everything to do with this. “She's how you knew I was here. She put the dress on my bed.” I shake my head, having a hard time believing I didn't see it earlier.
“You already knew her.” I say, remembering how they pretended they had never met earlier at the pool. “How long?”
“I met her at your dorm a few weeks ago.” He admits, retrieving the bottle of wine from the ice bucket. Reaching to the side, he grabs two glasses before continuing. “I went there looking for you.” He fills one glass and then hands it to me before filling his own. “The rest is history.”
“History?” I question, not sure if I should feel angry or flattered that he has gone to such lengths to get close to me. “Just how much interaction have you had with her?”
“Please don't be upset. I realize how completely invasive it is to use your best friend to get information about you, but you really left me very little choice. Besides, she voluntarily offered up suggestions, I didn't go to her looking for them.”
“Of course she did.” I shake my head, feeling such an array of emotions that I am having trouble grasping how all of this truly makes me feel.
“I just want the chance to get to know you.” He says, waiting until I meet his eyes before continuing. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“Why do you want to know me so badly?” I ask, my confusion clear in my voice.
“Why wouldn't I want to?” He turns the question back on me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I'm not... I don't do this.” I say, gesturing between us.
“Do what?” He asks, clearly amused by my statement.
“This.” I say again. “I don't know how to do this.” I admit, taking a drink of my wine, grateful for the moment of peace as the heavenly liquid slides smoothly down my throat.
“Neither do I.” He admits, shrugging. “Listen, I know I can come on kind of strong.” He laughs when my eyes widen. “Okay, really strong.” He laughs again. “But despite how you see me, I am just a normal guy with normal feelings.”
“You are hardly normal.” I interject, immediately regretting the way the comment sounds. “I mean, unlike a normal guy, you can have anyone you want.” I try to recover.
“But then we both know that isn't true don't we?” He says, his eyes burning into mine as his statement settles over me, warming every inch of my entire body.
I don't know what comes over me but the next thing I know I am discarding my wine glass somewhere to the side, not sure if I spilled it everywhere but not really caring either. I push up on my knees and move towards him and within seconds, he's in front of me. He doesn't move, he simply watches me, anticipating my next move before I even make it.
Taking his face in both of my hands, I lean down until I am hovering just inches from his face. “I'm going to regret this.” I breathe, just moments before closing my mouth down on his.
Chapter Twenty
I don't know how much time passes between the moment my lips meet his and the moment that I am in his lap, pushing my panties to the side as I slowly slide him inside of me. Minutes? Seconds maybe? I have no grasp on time. No clear understanding of my actions, only that I can't stop them.
It's like I have been possessed by another person. One minute I am grasping to understand what is going on and why this man is pursuing me so relentlessly and the next, I am on him, unzipping his pants, stroking his erection, running my tongue across his lower lip as I pump my hand around him, concealing him between our bodies.
I watch his eyes. The way they flash when my thumb brushes the sensitive moist tip, before sliding down his massive arousal. The way his mouth parts on a shaky breath as I push the material of my panties aside, and the way he tries to swallow his groan against my mouth as I slide him slowly inside of me.
It's foolish, irresponsible, allowing him to feel me skin to skin without a barrier. But knowing I am on birth control throws any other concerns I have out the window. Because no matter how much I may regret it, I want nothing more than for him to feel me so bare, so raw. I want him to feel every ounce of moisture, every slide of our bodies together, every clench as I slowly begin to ride him.
The beach is deserted but even still, I operate under the knowledge that we are still in a very public place and that anyone could walk by at anytime. Positioning my feet to each side of him, I push up slightly, giving myself more leverage and control as I continue to move up and down but still allowing me to somewhat conceal anyone's view of what is actually happening.
The sun begins to slowly set around us and I can tell that he is fighting for control. He's fighting to not just flip me over and bare me for the world to see. I can tell by the burn in his eyes and the way his hands grip my hips so tightly, it's like he is anchoring himself to my body to keep himself together.
As the darkness begins to settle over us, my actions become less censored, less controlled. All I want is to feel him pounding in and out of me. I want him to fuck me so hard that I will still feel the effects of him days later, but I know we are too far for that. And as I feel myself climb higher and higher the harder I ride him, the more I can feel his own control slipping as well.
He grasps the back of my neck and forces me to meet his eyes. “Logan.” He growls, biting down on his lower lip. The action sends me cascading over the edge and I fall apart above him, feeling my body explode so intensely that my cry of pleasure echos through the silent night air around us. Dropping my head to his shoulder, I latch on with my teeth and bite down hard, trying to stifle my cries as he continues to move below me, finding his own release on a muffled groan into my hair until eventually his movements still.
I turn my head inwards and breathe into the crook of his neck, pulling him tightly to me. “Take me to your room.” I whisper against his flesh, feeling the need slowly creeping back in as his hands trail up and down my back with his erection still buried deep inside of me.
Within seconds, I am being hoisted from his lap and quickly drug up the beach. He doesn't speak as he blindly leads me through the darkness and it isn't until I see the lights of the waterfront restaurant, that I have any idea where we are.
Stopping to retrieve our shoes, he veers to the left, quickly leading me up a stone pathway and back through the various resort homes that are scattered throughout the property. We continue to walk until each house disappears from view and the only sound is our footsteps against the hard stone. After what seems like forever, I finally see a small lamp lighting a pathway that leads to a home sitting just on the edge of the woods.
The closer we get to the home, the more I can see how very different it is from the others. It's smaller, more intimate. Tucked away at the back of the property, it's like the house sits on its own private island away from everything and everyone.
“I didn't know this was back here.” I say, just as Bentley pushes his way inside and I follow in behind him, turning slightly to close the door.
“That's kind of the point.” He says, turning on me so quickly I barely have time to react before he is pushing me into the front door, the heavy wood latching the rest of the way closed under our weight. “You had me at an unfair advantage earlier.” He brea
thes against my face. “You won't be so lucky this time.” He warns, dropping his face to my neck as he licks and nips the flesh along the base.
“I'm counting on that.” I moan, arching my back. Lifting my leg, I latch it around the back of his thigh and pull him firmly into me, his erection digging firmly into my belly. The moment my words register, I can tell the challenge has been accepted.
Grabbing me firmly under the ass, he lifts me away from the door and proceeds to carry me through the house. I don't have a chance to take in my surroundings. Bentley commands my focus. With one look, I know that I would do anything this man asked of me. Anything.
Taking my mouth with his, he shoves his tongue roughly against mine as he glides easily through the dark space, not coming to a stop until we enter a dimly lit room with a bed so big it nearly takes up the entire space. This isn't your standard bedroom but more of a room made around just a bed. It's circular and sits caddy corner to the side, leaving just enough walk way that you can cross on either side.
The entire thing is covered in pillows and the moment Bentley tosses me down, I feel like I have just landed on a cloud. Above me is an amazing skylight, the stars shining down on me from their place in the sky. And below me, is the most amazing bed I have ever felt. It conforms around my body just enough but is still firm enough that I don't feel suffocated by it.
Bentley smiles down at me as he takes in my reaction. Grabbing one foot at a time, he slides my heels off and lets them fall to the floor on a loud thud, never once breaking his eyes away from my face. Taking a step back, he slowly begins to undress, allowing me the opportunity to lay there and watch him reveal his flesh to me, inch by perfect inch.
It isn't until he steps out of his pants and takes his boxers along with them, that my breathing falters. He has to be the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on in my life. Sure, I've seen attractive men before, some in very similar situations, but I have never seen a man like Bentley. Honestly, before him, I would have sworn a man this perfect didn't exist.
He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed before pulling me into a sitting position, his erection just inches from my face. Leaning down, he grabs the hem of my dress, which has worked its way up above my hips and peels the material away from my body.
Trailing his fingers along my bare back, he unclasps my strapless bra next and tosses it to the floor before straightening again, leaving me sitting in a black thong directly in front of him. Not able to resist the temptation of his pulsing erection in my face, I slowly move forward and trail my tongue along the tip, immediately tasting myself.
His hand drops to my head and tangles in my hair as I repeat the process, this time taking the entire tip inside my mouth and flicking my tongue along his flesh. He groans softly above me and the sound only makes me crazier.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I slide him as far as I can into my mouth and close my lips around him, slowly pulling back out before plunging him back inside again. It isn't long before I have established a steady rhythm. My hand working up and down the base as my mouth takes the rest of him in, sucking him, licking him, tasting every inch of him.
Feeling the way his legs quiver and the way his hands shake as they tug and pull at my long strands of hair, empowers me in a way I never dreamed possible. I suddenly no longer care what he thinks, what anyone thinks. All I want to do is lose myself in this man; tasting him, feeling him.
Within minutes, I can feel him slipping and moments before I am sure he is there, he stills my movements and slowly pulls himself from my mouth, despite my best efforts to keep him there. Dropping his face to mine, he slowly runs his tongue inside my mouth, tasting where his dick had just been, the knowledge sending a thrill through me that I have never felt before.
Slowly laying me back on the bed, he grabs the band of my thong and pulls them down my legs before crawling up my body. Wrapping his arm around me, he lifts gently and scoots me into the middle of the bed before allowing me to sink into the cloud like mattress once more.
Settling between my legs, he slides his erection in between my folds as his tongue sweeps every inch of my mouth. He teases as he slides the tip inside and then back out again, laughing lightly at my tortured protests.
“You're fucking perfect Logan.” He says as he slowly enters me, this time not pulling out but sliding all the way in. “You feel that?” He breathes against my mouth, pushing as far inside of me as he can until I swear I can feel him in my belly.
I cry out at the feeling of how completely he fills me, my body pooling moisture all around him as he slowly begins moving inside of me. “I've never felt a woman bare before. Fuck Logan.” He pants, picking up the pace slightly.
Knowing that this is new for him, that he's never felt this before, only makes me want to show him more, give him more. Why I felt like I could trust him with something as important as this is beyond me but it's there just the same. I trust him. I can't explain it but I just do.
“You're so warm.” He breathes against my mouth, taking my lips with his once more. Pushing up, I meet him thrust for thrust as he begins pounding against me. Our bodies crash together so violently that the sound echos in the silence around us as we both cling to one another, trying to anchor each other to the earth.
The harder his thrusts become, the more I want. I can feel my body winding so tightly, I know it is only moments before I tear apart below him. “Bentley.” His name comes off my lips in a plea as the build starts working its way in, so intense I can barely tolerate it.
“Bentley.” I cry out again, my orgasm ripping through me so intensely I have to fight back the tears that threaten to escape my eyes. Not because it hurts, but because it's so pleasurable, it's borderline painful. Proof that he is capable of pushing my body to a point that no other man has done before.
It's only seconds before he is falling with me. His movements becoming unpredictable and erratic before finally stilling inside of me, the weight of his body collapsing down on mine on one final growl.
I can feel his heart hammering in his chest against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around him and slowly trail my fingertips up and down his back, counting the seconds as his breathing evens and his heartbeat slows, his erection eventually softening inside of me.
Pulling back, he stares down at me for a moment, studying my face, his hand pushing my hair away from my forehead and then trailing down my cheek. He opens his mouth like he is going to say something but instead he lowers his mouth and presses his lips gently against mine.
“I never fed you dinner.” He says, pulling back with a goofy grin.
“I ruined your picnic.” I pout playfully, not able to ignore the growl of my stomach at the thought of eating.
“Ruined it?” His smile turns wicked. “You made it the best picnic I have ever had.” He kisses me again before pulling back. “But I suppose I should feed you now.” He pushes his weight from me and rolls to the side before pushing himself out of bed.
Reaching out, I wrap the sheet below me around my body before allowing him to pull me out of bed. “Should we go back and clean up?” I ask, referring to the items we left on the beach.
“No need. It's already been taken of.” He says, laughing at the surprised look I give him as he steps into his boxers. “Bathroom is through there.” He points, catching onto what I am looking for before I even have a chance to ask.
“Thank you.” I say, wrapping the sheet tighter around myself as I hurry into the open door just feet from where we are standing and close it behind me. It takes me a moment to locate the light but once it clicks on, I have to strain through the intensity as my eyes adjust to the brightness.
Blinking a few times, I finally get a clear view of myself in the mirror. My lips are swollen and red. My hair, a tangled mess of knots and waves. My skin is flushed and my cheeks are bright. I look an absolute mess and yet, really happy at the same time.
Dropping the sheet, I quickly
use the restroom and freshen up in the sink before slipping into a fluffy white robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. When I re-enter the bedroom moments later, Bentley is sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me in a way that literally makes my knees shake.
Holy shit, I'm in trouble.
“Better?” He asks, standing.
“Much.” I say, crossing the space. “I hope you don't mind.” I say, gesturing to the robe.
“As long as you don't mind that I fully intend to remove it again once I have fed you.” He smiles wickedly as he closes in on me.
Chapter Twenty-One
I wake with a jolt, immediately confused by my unfamiliar surroundings. It takes a moment for yesterday's events to sink back in and as they do, I relax back into the bed and stare up through the skylight at the morning sky above. It's cloudy and I can tell by the water pooling down the glass panes that it rained at some point throughout the night, likely after I had fallen asleep.
Rolling to my side, I look towards the door, fully expecting to see Bentley standing in the archway with a goofy grin on his face. But to my disappointment, I see no signs of him anywhere. Pushing myself into a sitting position, I strain to see if I can hear anything but there is only silence filtering around me.
Peeling myself off of the cloud like mattress, I quickly locate my dress and undergarments, still on the floor where they had been discarded last night. Quickly slipping on my clothing, I do my best to straighten the wrinkle in my dress before grabbing my heels and heading quietly out into the main room of the house.
The moment my bare feet hit the cool hard wood, visions of last night come flooding back like a tidal wave. The way Bentley made love to me on this very floor. The way his hands trailed my body. The way he whispered into my ear, telling me how amazing I felt beneath him. Just the thought, causes a tingle to creep through my lower belly.
Trying to shake off the memory but not able to wipe away the smile it brings to my face, I quickly cross the space into the kitchen and pull open the refrigerator. Immediately more memories flood to the surface. Bentley chasing me through the kitchen. Me screaming and laughing like a child trying to get away from him. Reaching for a bottle of water, I laugh when the vision of Bentley wrestling me to the ground comes to my mind. I can still see his smiling, dimple filled face as he hovered over me, laughing like he didn't have a care in the world.
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