Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2)

by S. L. Scott

I turn in his arms, feeling his excited cock against my stomach now. “Oh really?”

  “Yes, really. Will you?”

  “I don’t want to be anywhere else. Let’s go, now,” I suggest, emphasizing my point by rubbing against him.

  Sunny gets up and tries to hug me, but I remain, pinned to Evans’ hardness. She looks between us and then says, “Ewwww! You two are seriously gross. Mallory, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She slaps my ass causing me to yelp. “Have fun, ya crazy kids.” She laughs as she walks back to Zach, taking his hand. Zach runs back to the beach and retrieves his and Evan’s surfboards, and gives a nod of acknowledgement, and they also leave.

  “Looks like the coast is clear, my dear,” I say, looking around at the empty beach.

  “C’mon, maybe if we hurry we can beat the sun.”

  “Racing the sun can be dangerous business. You sure you can handle that?”

  “Oh, I can definitely handle it.” He suddenly lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder. He sets me down on the passenger’s side of the Maserati then opens the door and drops his wet trunks to the pavement without a care in the world. He slips on a pair of cargo shorts he grabs from the floorboard and runs around the car to get in.

  The top is down and the evening is breathtaking as we drive along the coast on our way back to his place. I unclasp my seatbelt and stand with my hands in the air, the wind whipping around me as I scream freely into the wild Hawaiian breeze. Giddy happiness is coursing through my veins. Life is better than ever.

  I plop back down in my seat while appreciating Evan.

  “What?” he asks, smiling back.

  “Just admiring.” He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed by the attention. I’m hot and horny for the boy and if I want to eye fuck him, I will. Speaking of fuck, “Have you ever had sex in this car?”

  He tilts his head and looks at me like I’m being ridiculous. “No, this is my caaarrrr.” He drags out the last word like that thought is unfathomable.

  “Oh.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Ooh.” I drag my finger leisurely down his leg, insinuating so much more, and trail it back up. When I reach the top of his thigh, I flatten my hand and push forward, rolling it over his cock, which responds like a pro.

  His hand immediately lands on top of mine, stilling it. “What are you doing, baby?”

  “Exploring.” I smirk and offer, “Would you rather me explore with my mouth?”

  His eyebrows bolt up in surprise, but he quickly collects himself. “Exploring, huh?” Looking back at the road, he says, “We’ll be home in twenty minutes. You want to wait ‘til then?”

  “No, I don’t.” I lightly press, squeezing his erection for emphasis.

  “Fuck, that feels good. How do you expect me to concentrate on driving when you’re doing that?” His eyes briefly close, then he pops them back open. “Mallory, I don’t think this is such a good idea.” He leans his head against the head rest, and I can see himself mentally willing his erection away.

  I unsnap my seat belt and lean my head down toward his legs. Watching his handsome face as his mouth drops open, I tease and push the button to make his seat go further back. When I lift back up, I position myself, partly over the console, leaning over him. Running one hand through his wind-blown hair, I slide the other down his chest, for balance and to make my intentions very clear.

  “Mallory, I don’t think this is very safe—”

  Covering his mouth with mine, I make sure my head doesn’t block his view of the road. He returns the kiss, his mouth instantly opening for me. I peek and find him focusing his gaze past my cheek. Ahhhh, my surfer is a multi-tasker. Well, let’s test that theory.

  Leaning back a little, I smile and then kiss his neck as a distraction while I undo his seatbelt and unbutton his shorts. I can multi-task too. I hear him moan right before he says, “Mallory, what are you doing to me? Baby, we’ll be home soon. You’re going to make me crash the car.”

  I ignore his warning and gently touch the tip of his length, which is exposed through the opening of his shorts. “Babe, lift up,” I whisper my request directly into his ear. Balancing myself with one hand on the door and one on the console, I smile when he lifts, pulling his shorts down to the middle of his thighs.

  He briefly looks up at me wavering above him, my hair swirling in the wind, and he smirks. “I’m breaking one of my rules for you.” He looks back at the road above my left arm.

  “Sex in the car?”

  His eyes flash back to mine. “Is that what we’re doing?” he asks, surprised.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely, baby!”

  “Damn! This is even crazy for me.” He shakes his head, clearly amused. Evan grabs my attention when he says, “You lead and I’ll drive. Now show me what ya got, sexy.”

  I pull my skirt up to my hips, maneuvering one knee between him and the door. It’s a tight space but the my other leg is jammed against the console, which is awkward and a struggle. This is not comfortable at all, but I’m hoping to be righteously distracted in a minute. I untie the bikini strings on the side of my bathing suit underneath my skirt, and remove it, throwing it onto the floorboard.

  “Is that a challenge, Evan?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely!”

  I pull a condom from my pocket, my hopeful plans from this morning coming to fruition.

  As I tear it open, he nods at me in disbelief, but it turns to happy snickering as I roll it down his length, slow and steady.

  “Touch me with your fingers,” I demand because I can tell he’s turned on by me being the one in control right now. “And rub it on yourself.”

  He takes two fingers and swipes between my legs then pulls them up to show me. With a devilish grin, he puts them in his mouth, sucking the tips between his lips then says, “Oops, I don’t follow directions very well. I’ve been a bad boy. May I please touch you again?”

  Holy fuck, he’s hot!

  And I’m even wetter, ready for him. I try to move down, but realize that’s impossible in this position, so I rearrange myself on him, putting my back against his. Facing the road, I lift up and slowly lower myself back down onto him. The lack of warning causes him to moan and the car sways to the left.

  “Shit, you should’ve warned me,” he says, straightening the wheel and regaining control of the car again.

  I drop my head against his shoulder and using the leverage of my hands on his thighs, I lift back up and slide back down. Enjoying the fullness, I wiggle when he’s all the way inside of me. Quickening my pace causes me to moan against his neck, completely lost in him, and the love we’re making.

  “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, “I need to pull over.”

  My head bolts upright, and I shout, “No! Please don’t. I’m so close already.”

  I keep my rhythm going as he struggles to steer the car.

  “Baby, I need to pull… shit! Yes, just like that. Again.”

  “I need harder,” I say, “rougher.”

  His right hand takes to my hip helping me slam down just the way I need to feel him. We swerve again when his driving becomes more erratic.

  “God, you feel amazing, Mallory. I love you.”

  Although, I’ve never been big with the exchanges of I love you’s during sex because they never were heartfelt, this time it feels different. I need to hear it again because it lights my insides on fire hearing it from Evan. “Say it again,” I command, keeping pace with his movements.

  He quickly kisses the base of the back of my neck, his tongue coming out momentarily to lick, and then he sounds out each word with an accentuating thrust. “I. Love. You. Mallory.”

  I peak when he says my name, the base of his cock meeting my clit with each push. I’m loud, but the wind drowns me out.

  “Fuck! Grab the wheel!” He says, trying to stay calm, but failing. I take the wheel just as the last of my little tremors subsides. With all passion and power, he grabs my hips and slams me up and down on top of him twice before letting himself
go. I love the feel of him moving inside of me, knowing I bring him so much pleasure. He cries my name as he orgasms and I feel his hands back on the wheel then the car comes to a stop.

  As soon as he shoves the car into park, he tells me, “Turn around.”

  I do, moving my legs so I can face him, straddle him. He takes my face into his hands and kisses me, relentless in his pursuit.

  “That was fucking fantastic. God, what a rush!” he exclaims, smiling at me with lazy eyes.

  Swinging my leg back off the console, I fumble into my seat, pulling my skirt back down. “We should definitely fight more often, if that’s what the makeup sex is like.” I laugh.

  He leans across the console, kisses my ear, then whispers, “That wasn’t the makeup sex, baby, that was the sex on the way to the makeup sex.”

  My thighs clench at the prospect that it might be better than that, which seems entirely impossible to me at this very moment. I look over at him and he’s somehow, without me noticing, already disposed of the condom and his shorts are buttoned. I start to laugh, always impressed by his smooth moves. I pull to fasten my seatbelt just as I hear a siren behind us.

  “Shit! Buckle up, Mallory,” Evan says, looking in his rearview mirror as he clicks his own belt back.

  I try to be covert and snap my seatbelt down, but when I look behind us, the cop is already eyeing me then he scribbles in his tiny pad.

  “I can’t get in trouble, Evan. I could be suspended from school if I do.” I’m seriously worried and freaked out right now.

  “Don’t worry. Let me handle this.”

  “Miiisssterrr Ashford,” the officer says, dragging out his name sarcastically. The young officer takes his shades off, crosses his arms, and asks, “Do you want to tell me what you were doing back there?”

  Evan looks at the steering wheel as he starts to speak. “I know I wasn’t speeding if that’s what you’re asking.” We both look at the officer waiting to hear his reply.

  “You’re right. You were only going fifteen in a forty, which is also a traffic violation. We have speed limits for you to understand what’s expected of you while driving. You became an obstruction to other cars on the road. I can give you a ticket for that.”

  “Officer Mills, if you’re going to give me a ticket for driving too slow then do it, but I don’t think you are. So let’s get to the real reason you pulled me over.”

  “Evan, don’t be rude. He’s a police officer.”

  He leans back, confident in his actions, and squeezes my knee. “Relax, baby. He’s not going to give me a ticket.”

  “You’re right, Mr. Ashford. Miss, I’m gonna need you to step out of the car.” The officer’s tone is firm as he stares down at me.

  “What?” Evan’s head almost spins he turns to look at the cop so fast. “No! She didn’t do anything wrong.”

  Now I’m scared, but slowly unfasten my seatbelt and start to get out of the vehicle.

  “She wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, Evan. That’s against the law. You know, click it or ticket just like the signs say?” He says this with an incredulous laugh.

  Evan grabs my arm stopping me from getting all the way out then turns back to Officer Mills. “Give me the ticket instead. I know you’ve wanted to for a long time now. This is your chance.”

  The officer sets his palms down on the car door. In a lowered voice, he explains, “She was the one not wearing her seatbelt—”

  “How do you know that? It was fastened when you showed up.” Evan is losing some of his confidence as he speaks.

  “Well, I know because she was on your lap doing what appeared to be breaking a different law that gives me the right to take her down to the station, but I thought I’d be kind and only give her the seatbelt ticket as a warning.”

  Oh shit, he saw us having sex. I fall back into my seat almost in tears. If this gets back to my school… Oh God, how embarrassing!

  “Fine, you win!” Evan begrudgingly announces, putting his hands in the front of him in surrender.

  “Really?” The officer perks up.

  Wait, I’m confused. What the hell are they talking about? No more discussion? He’s only giving me the one ticket?

  “Yes. Stop gloating and come by the surf shack tomorrow after three. I’ll make sure she’s there,” Evan goes on making absolutely no sense to me whatsoever as he talks to the cop.

  “I’ll be there. You can count on it.” Officer Mills stands back up, smiling and says, “Sorry for scaring you like that, Miss, but it was totally worth it.” He hurries back to his car almost skipping with glee.

  “What the heck was that all about?” I say, hitting him in the arm all irritated and confused.

  “Heather.”

  “Who’s Heather?”

  “Heather’s the one that just got you out of an indecency ticket.” He peels out on that note forming a dust cloud behind the car as he weaves back onto the main road again. After letting out a large chuckle, he says, “I work with her. She wanted to give her dad a lesson for Father’s Day, but she was broke so I hooked her up with one. She owes me a favor. That favor is now a date with Officer Mills.”

  Feeling a huge wave of relief wash over me, I settle back into the soft leather seat and watch the sunset ahead of us. Evan holds my hand and I catch him stealing glances my way. Despite the police drama, I feel great.

  Evan also looks satisfied and happy. That might be because we just had sex, but I like to think his heart and mind are mutually content.

  Our car adventure, my long day at work, and his day of surfing has worn us out. Evan and I have Chinese food delivered and watch movies on pay-per-view the rest of the evening. It’s nice. It’s a normal couple thing to do, spending time like this, but I can’t seem to remedy the unease in my stomach.

  I pull a cigarette and lighter out of my purse and let him know I’ll be out back. I feel his gaze on me as I walk across the room and out of view.

  After sparking up, I sit on the small step overlooking the ocean.

  Thoughts of his lifestyle come charging back to the forefront of my mind. Am I holding him back from what is surely a bigger life than he could ever have with me? Will his parents cut him off for choosing me? What do I really expect from him? Of us?

  “You want some company?” he asks, bringing me back to the present when he sits down next to me, stretching his legs out in front of him. He analyzes my burning cig, his expression turning concerned. “Since you’re not really smoking that, do you wanna share?”

  I hand him the cigarette, careful not to drop ashes on either one of us while passing it over. As I lean back against the doorframe, I watch his lips wrap around it and inhale. He appears peaceful as he relaxes. It’s the same relief smoking provides me. He taps it twice then exhales from the side of his mouth while keeping his eyes on me. With a small smile, he asks, “Why are you smoking anyway? I know you only smoke when you’re stressed, so tell me what’s on your mind, baby.”

  I gulp, knowing I’ve been busted. I want to tell him all my inner thoughts, but I don’t want to concern him with my worries.

  He hands the cigarette back to me and picks up my other hand, turning it over and kissing my palm. It’s such a sweet gesture that I know right then that I should talk to him.

  “I’ve been thinking…” he says at the same time as I say, “I think we should…”

  We laugh in awkwardness and I stub out the cigarette, tossing it in the sand bucket next to me.

  “You go first,” he says.

  “No, you go,” I insist, hugging my knees to my chest.

  He takes a deep breath, and says, “I don’t know what I was talking about this morning. I want to be with you. I want to be with you fully, not half-assed or only in the moment. I want us to give this our all.” He looks back at the ocean nervously, obviously, not wanting to be rejected.

  I sit up, taking his hand from his lap and kiss his palm, allowing myself the pleasure of lingering there momentarily before sitting up and exhaling my
relief. “Thank God because I seriously don’t think my heart could handle not knowing if we’re real or not, just messing around or really giving this a go.”

  I smile as I stand up then sit down, straddling him, making sure we’re pressed against each other for pleasure. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer and kissing me, and his length grows under me, making me squirm from the sensation.

  “I love you, Evan. So much.” My voice is huskier than intended, wanting to be with him so badly.

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  I smother his words with my mouth as we kiss again, more urgently and needy than before. As my tongue swirls purposefully with his, our bodies began to slowly rock, and he pulls me down onto him harder. I reach for the hem of his shirt, yanking it off over his head and our mouths crash back together.

  As soon as I start to grind, he abruptly stands up, and rushes us to his bed. It’s unmade and he trips on the sagging blanket that is half on the floor already, a mess from an earlier nap or restless sleep. The bed breaks my fall and he holds his weight as if suspended by his arms alone to catch himself, not wanting to crush me as he falls down on top. I can see every muscle move under the taut skin of his form. Lowering himself down, he rolls to my side.

  I cup his face to take in the moment, to take in all of him, like this, to see him looking at me with desires only I can ease. He’s not holding anything back anymore. His eyes give him away, but I need to hear him confirm what I’m feeling, to know he feels the same. This tightrope is too precarious to linger on for long, so I move forward, risking it all, knowing he could destroy my heart if I’m wrong. “Babe?” I ask when his eyes start to close and he leans in to kiss me.

  “Mmm,” he responds, his voice low, lips gently sucking on the skin at the nape of my neck.

  My original thought escapes me under the intense heat of his lips on me and body caresses. I finally manage to mumble, “Foundation.”

  He licks and nips my neck, all things gloriously sensual. “Foundation?” Hearing him repeat the word reminds me of what I was thinking. I pull away, an inch or so, and wait. He lazily opens his eyes, and asks, “What?”