“Fuck,” he breathes out, nuzzling the side of my face. “What are you doing to me?”
“What do you mean?” I run my hands down his smooth back, enjoying how his muscles shift when he moves.
“That was…” He goes silent. Swallows hard. “Unbelievable.”
“Oh, come on. It was just sex.” I’m trying to keep the moment light, even though secretly, I feel the same way.
What just happened between us felt…momentous. Like something I’ve never experienced before.
And that is some scary stuff.
Twenty-One
Caleb
We’re driving, headed for the beach, the oppressive heatwave currently happening in the central valley slowly becoming a distant memory the farther we go. Dad’s truck drives like a fucking dream since it’s newer than my car, and I’m speeding like a son of a bitch, eager to get to our destination.
I’ve got a pretty girl sitting in the passenger seat, sunglasses covering her eyes, a sweet smile on her face. She’s wearing shorts that her ass cheeks are practically hanging out of and a cropped, mint colored tank top. No bra underneath, which means her nipples are poking against the fabric.
Those nipples? They’re a fucking distraction.
“Since when did you become so anti-bra?” I ask her out of nowhere.
She glances over at me, her elbow propped near the window of the passenger side door, her fingers in her hair as she studies me. “Since when did you notice?”
“All morning, I’ve noticed.” When we left our apartment, I stared. When we went through the drive-thru at Starbucks before leaving Fresno, I kept staring too. I’m trying to stare now, but I don’t want to wreck.
I’d like to make it to the beach in one piece. Besides, my dad would kill me if I totaled his truck. I’m surprised he let me take it in the first place.
“I’ve been going braless all summer,” she says and I shake my head.
“No way. I would’ve noticed.”
“I have smallish tits.” She sits up straighter, glancing down at her chest before she cups both of them and pushes them together. “I don’t really need a bra with this top. It’s tight enough and holds them in place.”
“I can see your nipples,” I point out helpfully. Nipples I sucked until they were bright red and wet from my mouth. Nipples I licked and bit just this morning, before we reluctantly climbed out of bed.
Nipples I want to taste right now.
She drops her hands from her chest, her head bent as she studies them. “You sure can.” She touches one, circles it once. Twice. Lifts her head with a glare when she catches me staring. “Eyes on the road, buddy.”
“Oh fuck off, G. That’s some bullshit.” I spot a gas station up ahead, the only one for miles before we reach the 101 highway and without warning, I turn off, pulling the truck through the parking lot and looping around until we’re parked out back.
No one else is around. Not another car in sight. I put the truck in park, undo my seatbelt and reach for the button on the side of the seat, pushing it back all the way before I pat my thigh with the palm of my hand. “Come over here.”
She watches me with wary eyes, though a smile plays upon the corner of her lips. “Why?”
“I want to suck on those nipples you’re flaunting.” I decide to be one hundred percent truthful. Well, as close to the truth as I want to get. If I reveal much else, she might run screaming from the truck, because I feel like a man obsessed.
I want the taste of her on my tongue. I want to lick her pussy and her asshole and whatever else she’ll let me explore. I want to own every piece of her. I want to fuck her right here in this parking lot while I suck on her titties and feel her shudder all around me. I want to strip her completely naked and turn off the a/c in this truck and fuck her hard, until she’s hot and sweaty and gasping.
Weird, right? I feel fucking possessed by her.
It’s not normal.
Laughing, she unbuckles her seatbelt and shifts over the center console, landing right on top of me, straddling my hips, her tits bouncing in my face. I nuzzle her with my nose, breathing in deep, her scent sending a wave of arousal through my system. She thrusts her fingers into my hair, holding me to her chest and I run my mouth across the front of her tank, until I find a hard nipple.
I draw it between my lips and gently tug.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she whispers as she practically smashes my face into her chest. Her fingers are so tight in my hair it fuckin’ hurts. “Someone might catch us.”
I think someone wants to get caught. Or at least gets off on the possibility.
“No one’s around,” I reassure her, just as I tug on the neckline of her tank top, exposing her bare breasts to my gaze. Her nipples are so fucking hard. And so fucking tempting. I nibble on one, then the other. Back and forth, I keep doing it while she’s grinding her ass on my dick, driving me out of my mind.
“Caleb.” She says my name with such urgency I break away, gazing up at her in question. “You should stop. Someone could park back here any second.”
“Uh uh,” I say, leaning in and tonguing her nipple. “I don’t care if they see.”
She tugs hard on my hair, but I don’t pull away from her chest, lavishing all of my attention on her. I feel hard enough to bust through my shorts and I feel desperate. Consumed. Overwhelmed.
All because of this woman in my lap. She drives me out of my mind.
“I care.”
I lift my head away from her chest to stare into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she’s breathing fast. “I’d fuck you right here if you’d let me.”
“Okay,” she says without hesitation, dropping her hand between us and curving her fingers around my dick.
Within seconds, her shorts are off and her panties are pushed to the side. My shorts and boxers are tugged down around my knees and I’ve got a condom on. Then she guides me inside her warm, snug pussy. She fucks me deep, bouncing on my cock, our movements becoming frenzied, completely out of control. It takes no time to push me to the brink, and I come first, like a fucking amateur. She reaches for her clit and rubs herself, my mouth hanging open as I watch her bring herself to orgasm with my dick still throbbing inside her.
Fuck me, that was hot.
“Oh my God.” She climbs off of me, landing back in the passenger seat with a plop, her panties stretched aside, revealing her wet pussy. Her tits are still out too. She glances over at me, her eyes wide with what looks like shock. “What the hell was that?”
“Fucking great, wasn’t it?” I find a napkin in the center console and take the condom off, wrapping it up with the napkin and dropping it into the cup holder before I pull my shorts and boxers up in one fell swoop.
Gracie acts like she can’t move, every intimate bit of her exposed, and my cock again rises to the occasion like I have no self-control. As if it wants another chance inside her.
She’s still not moving, her expression dazed and I can’t help but think I rocked my girl’s world.
Wait a minute. My girl? I don’t think so. I’m jumping way ahead of myself.
“Want a snack?” I ask as I put the truck in reverse and back out of the parking space.
She watches me carefully, tugging her tank top back into place before she readjusts her panties. “Is that a normal thing for you?”
“What exactly are you referring to?”
“Pulling over at a gas station and fucking a girl’s brains out in oh, say five minutes?” She bends down, reaching for her shorts that are on the floorboard.
I pull into a spot directly in front of the mini mart. “Not usually, no.”
“So I’m a special case.”
“I can’t resist you, G. Your cute little titties drive me out of my mind,” I tell her with a grin.
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know if I can take that as a compliment. Cute little titties? You sound like a middle schooler.”
“Okay, how about I tell you that I can’t stop
thinking about your hot pussy milking my cock. Does that sound like the words of a middle schooler?”
I don’t wait for her reply. Instead, I turn off the truck’s engine and hop out, suddenly famished. We should’ve stopped earlier, got some In-N-Out or Taco Bell or whatever when we passed through that last town, but I was hell-bent on getting to our destination at the time and wasn’t in the mood to stop.
Now I’m stuck with gas station food. And I’m starving.
I’m rounding the front of the truck, tossing the used condom in a nearby trash can before I walk into the mini mart when Gracie hops out of the truck as well, looking completely put together, not a hair out of place. I hit the keyless remote to lock the truck and we enter the store walking beside each other, that ever-present sexual tension buzzing between us, reminding me that I want her again.
When do I not want her? Fuck, it’s even worse, now that I’ve had her.
Twenty times worse.
I bet no one would guess I just had my dick buried deep inside her not even five minutes ago. Though I swear to God, I can still smell her, lingering on my skin. Like her scent is rubbed all over me.
Not gonna complain though.
We pick out bags of chips and I grab a couple of deep fried burritos that look like they’ve been sitting under the heat lamp for a while. Gracie passes on the fried food, opting for a single serve salad she finds in the refrigerated section. We both grab sodas from the fountain and when we get to the register, I insist on paying. She lets me, thanking me as we walk outside and within seconds, we’re back in the truck, feasting on our finds.
“This is so weird,” she says before she shoves a forkful of lettuce into her mouth.
“What is?” I ask after I polish off the first burrito. All this fucking is leaving me hungry.
“What we’re doing.” She waves a hand between us. “Having sex like we just did.”
“I thought it was hot.”
“It was,” she says without hesitation. “I just…”
Her voice drifts and she shoves another forkful of salad into her mouth, preventing her from speaking any further.
“You just what?” I prompt.
“I’ve never done that before. Had sex with a dude in the middle of the day parked behind a gas station. Like we can’t control ourselves.” She sends me a questioning look. “Have you?”
“Nope.” I tear open a bag of Doritos and shove a bunch in my mouth. My coaches would kill me if they saw me right now. I’m not treating my body like a temple, but I get the feeling I’m going to burn so many calories in the next twenty-four hours, my temple can handle some junk food.
“Really?” She sounds shocked.
“Yeah. Really.” I hold the chip bag out toward her, shaking it. “Want some?”
“No, thank you,” she says primly.
“That’s kind of hot, how uptight you sound right now,” I tell her truthfully. “I’d love to try and give you a taste of my cock and have you say, no, thank you, just like you did a second ago, and try to push me away. We could role play. Have you ever role played?”
She stares at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind. “Are you for real?”
I nod. Unwrap my second burrito and start eating it. “Gas station food isn’t so bad, you know?”
“Who are you?” Her voice is full of alarm. I lift my head, slowly chewing while she gapes at me. “Have you ever role played before?”
“No. Never.” I slowly shake my head. “Sounds like fun though.”
“I’ve never role played either.” Her hand finds my thigh and she strokes me there, right where the hem of my shorts meets my thigh. “I need to confess something.”
I pause in my eating, worry flooding me. “What is it?”
“That moment just now—behind the gas station.” Her expression is damn serious. “Hottest of my life.”
My smile is slow and I rest my hand over where hers rests on my thigh. “Yeah? For real?”
She nods. “It was…so unexpected. And felt kind of…wrong, but in the absolute best way.”
Her cheeks go pink and I squeeze her hand. I know exactly what she means. “Same for me, babe.”
“We’re going to keep doing this, huh?” When I don’t say anything, she prompts me. “You’re going to find a way to fuck me all over Pismo Beach, aren’t you?”
“If you’re down, I’m down,” I tell her without hesitation, leaning in to brush her mouth with mine. Just like that my entire body reacts, ready to get down yet again. “I’d fuck you right now if I could.”
“I really hope you brought a giant box of condoms,” she says with a sigh.
I laugh. “I did. But thank Christ there’s a Walmart. We could buy an economy pack. I think we’re gonna need it.”
Twenty-Two
Gracie
I am having the best day.
No seriously. It’s the best day I’ve had in a long time. Hanging out with Caleb is helping me forget all my worries and stress. We’re just having fun and being silly and also being…
Extra, extra horny.
That moment behind the gas station? Hot. Every time Caleb looks at me? Hot. His gaze is smoldering and I feel like he’s undressing me with his eyes every time I catch him staring.
Which is a lot.
Escaping to the ocean was a good idea. The weather is cooler, the sun not as intense. Pismo Beach is a serious vacation destination for people from the Fresno area. They come in droves every summer. Coming here on a weekday means there aren’t as many people.
Since starting at Fresno State, I’ve visited the area a few times, but not in well over a year. The air just feels fresher over here. Cleaner—which I’m sure is true. And everything is so pretty, like this cute little barn area we found where people can buy fresh produce and baked goods. They have a super cute gift shop that includes a bunch of succulents and I want every single one.
“Forget the plants,” Caleb says as he approaches me from behind, slipping his arm around me so he can rest his hand against my stomach. “Let’s go get ice cream.”
“I don’t want to leave yet,” I tell him with a little pout. “I want to buy a plant.”
“You can buy a plant and then we’ll walk over to the ice cream place. It’s right over there.” He points toward a faded red building with the doors thrown open.
“Thanks.” I turn to face him, looping my arms around his neck. “You’re so generous.”
He kisses me right there in front of the succulents, and I pull away quickly before I lose my head. He has that effect on me.
I finally choose a plant and pay for it, then walk over to the red building where they serve ice cream and other yummy treats. I’m not that hungry but Caleb says he’ll share, and I laugh when he gets three scoops of ice cream, each a different flavor.
“I thought you were in training,” I remind him as he purchases his ice cream.
“I’m sharing with you,” he says as he hands over his cash to the store employee. “Besides, I can have a cheat day.”
I don’t mention the gas station food. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to burn those calories off.”
“Yep, and every way I’ve thought of involves you,” he says with a smirk.
I laugh as we exit the store, opening my mouth as he serves me a bite of peach ice cream. It’s cool and bursting with flavor and I make a humming noise as I swallow it down.
He stares at me with wide, unblinking eyes. “Keep making that noise and I can’t be held accountable for what I might do next.”
“Stop,” I say with a giggle.
He settles into a giant rocking chair that sits in front of the store and he grabs my hand, pulling me down onto his lap. We sit there and eat ice cream together, Caleb feeding me bites, me making that same humming noise every time. His arm tightens around my waist, his fingers digging into my side when I do it, and I can’t help but laugh.
I am having way too much fun with this man.
I didn’t think it could be like
this, especially with Caleb.
He offers me another bite of the peach ice cream—my favorite—and I open my mouth like a baby bird, eyeing the spoon hovering in front of my mouth with anticipation. At the last second, he swoops in and kisses me instead, his lips tasting of peach. Same with his tongue.
It’s one of the most delicious kisses I’ve ever had.
Caleb pulls away with a faint smile curling his lips. “Couldn’t resist.”
“I still want my bite.” I grab his wrist and guide the spoon to my mouth, where the milky sweetest melts on my tongue. “This was a bad idea.”
He frowns. “Why do you say that?”
“I can feel my ass spreading with every bite.”
“I like this ass.” He smooths his hand over it. “I like it a lot.”
Caleb leans down like he’s going to kiss me again when we hear a voice screech his name.
“Caleb?”
A familiar female voice.
“Gracie???”
Oh shit, a very familiar voice.
We both glance up at the same time to find of all people Baylee standing in front of us, hand in hand with that Carson guy. She’s still with him.
Good for her.
“Baylee. What’s up?” Caleb sounds cool and calm. Like it’s no big deal that we’re running into the one girl he wasn’t able to quit for years.
I immediately feel self-conscious. Especially because I told her I was quitting him only two months ago and now here I am, sitting on his lap and letting him feed me ice cream and feel me up.
“Hi,” Baylee says, her questioning gaze sliding over to me. “Didn’t expect to find the two of you together.”
Caleb’s arm tightens around me when I fully expected him to drop it. “We came over for the day.”
“How nice. So did we.” Baylee glances over at Carson, her gaze softening. “You both know Carson, right?”
“Not really,” Caleb says.
“Sort of,” I add.
“Well, this is my boyfriend, Carson.” She smiles at him and he grins in return. “Carson, this is Gracie and…Caleb.”
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