by Amy Brent
He leaned his head forward as he stroked my pussy, fingering me deeply. I opened my eyes and looked up at the bright moon and the empty beach, embracing the excitement of doing it out in the open like that. Anyone could come along and catch us, but it was exciting, and I became more and more aroused. He pushed his fingers into me and flicked the tips of them, sending vibrations of heat into my belly. I clasped tightly to his shoulders, moaning into his skin as he pulled me closer to orgasm. I reached between us and stroked his cock, increasing the speed as he did. I moaned loudly, pushing my head against the smooth rocks behind us. He leaned forward and kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as I moaned even more into his throat. He growled, pulling back and gyrating his fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes and arched my back, sensing the explosion building in my stomach. I gripped tightly to his shaft as I climaxed, waves of pleasure blowing through my body. My thighs shook as my pussy tightened and my juices flowed.
He pulled his hand out and kissed me passionately, reaching around me and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his cock forward, rubbing it up and down my pussy. I moaned as it passed over my pulsing nub and then pushed it down, pulling him deep inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes while he pushed me firmly against the rock before beginning to drive upward, thrusting deeper inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure as he filled me, the bare stone behind me cooling my body. He bounced me up and down on his cock over and over, groaning loudly and breathing heavily in my ear. I bit my lip and held on tightly, letting him take the lead. I could feel him pushing deeper and deeper as he pulled my legs tighter around him.
I reached up from his shoulders and grabbed onto the top of the rock, helping to support my weight. He loosened his grip slightly and thrust his hips up and down as I bounced. I growled loudly, throwing my head back as his mouth found my tits. It was so hot and so erotic, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more and more. He pulled me toward him, tightening his grip once again. I let go of the rocks and wrapped my arms around him as he stepped back and down off the stone. He kept me close, his cock shaft still in me as he walked toward the edge of the surf. He dropped down on his knees and lay back, pulling his legs out from under him and helping me sit up straddling him.
The water washed up around us, splashing up on my body. He groaned, rubbing his hands up over my breasts as I put my palms down on his chest and started to grind against him. The coolness of the water and the friction of my clit against his skin was a wild sensation, and it started a blaze in my belly. I leaned back, tossing my hair out of my face and closing my eyes as I twisted my hips hard against him. He ran his wet hands all over my body, filling me with lust and pleasure. My nerves stood on high alert as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, so I started to ride him, bouncing up and down on his long, hard shaft. He grabbed my waist and helped, pulling me up and down, thrusting upward to meet me in the middle.
I screamed, feeling him thrusting deep inside me, filling me with his huge cock. I released, letting him take control, tossing my body up and down for several moments before pushing me down hard on his cock. I arched my chest and threw my head back, coming hard and fast. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my juices ran down his shaft. He lifted me up off of his cock and stroked it fast against my belly, his hot seed shooting upward and over my skin. I whimpered and breathed heavily as I rubbed his explosion across me until his arms collapsed at his sides. I rolled off and washed myself off in the water, feeling his stare. He sat up and kissed my shoulder.
“Come back to my place tonight,” he whispered.
I nodded my head yes, and we got up and got dressed. It was quiet but not awkward. It was a silence that was filled with the need to be as close to each other as possible. We went to my house, jumped in his car, and headed over to the resort he was staying in. We walked quietly around to his oceanfront room and went inside. I smiled at the luxuries of the place, definitely preferring my house to the resort life.
“I’m going to jump in the shower and wash the sand off me,” he said, kissing my neck.
“No one likes a sandy butt.” I chuckled.
“Truth,” he yelled, turning on the shower and climbing inside.
I walked around the room, looking at the different pictures of the Hawaiian sunsets hooked onto the walls. I sat down on the edge of the bed and ran my hand across the cool, soft comforter. I looked over on the nightstand as his phone buzzed loudly. I glanced up at the shower and then back at the screen that read, “Eliza.” I had never ever done anything to intrude on someone else’s privacy before, but in that moment, I couldn’t help myself. I picked up the phone and pressed the message, surprised he didn’t have any security setting on his phone. The message read:
“Whatever, Trevor, it’s your loss. You’re a player, and you always have been. Chasing down whatever you think is the best at that moment, making them feel special. You need to get your shit together before you miss out.”
I put the phone down on the stand and sat there for a moment, thinking about what I had just read. I sighed and shook my head, realizing that this might not have been as perfect as it seemed. I had made a huge mistake, not thinking about the reality of everything. I had let myself go with this guy, thinking I was actually falling in love with him. I was disappointed in myself, and I felt bad for whoever this girl was. I never wanted to be that girl, brokenhearted by a lying man. I shook my head and stood up, writing him a quick note and grabbing my bag. I walked gently to the door and eased it open, looking back at him in the shower.
As I walked out of the resort, I couldn’t help wondering if I’d ever actually find someone who would make me happy. Maybe it was time I realized only I could do that for myself.
Chapter 8
Trevor
The breeze was cooler that morning than it had been since I got there. I had pulled on my sunglasses to avoid anyone staring at my bloodshot, tired eyes. I stabbed a piece of fruit and put it in my mouth, no longer in wonder at the beautiful flowers and fresh smells floating around me. I sat at a table in the resort restaurant away from the big windows, not wanting to watch the surf. I’d had enough of the fantasy I was living in. Everything had fallen apart in the blink of an eye, and I reminded myself that fairy tales didn’t happen to guys like me. They only happened to people like Emma and Brandt, who’d had to go through hell to find their happily ever after.
“Can I get you more coffee, sir?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said, needing all the coffee I could get to survive the flight back.
My bags were packed and sitting next to me at the table. I hadn’t put much thought into packing and left all the floral printed shirts and board shorts in the trash can in my room. What would I need them for in New York City? I had ceremoniously put my khakis and button-up shirt on for the flight back, realizing that my life was now going to go back to normal. I had no choice in the matter. For the first time in my life, I messed up a relationship, and I wasn’t even trying to. In fact, I was trying desperately not to mess this up, but I did anyway. I had this knack for chasing anything that was good out of my life and replacing it for what was good at the moment like alcohol and one-night stands. I put my fork down and rubbed my face, thinking about the night before.
Everything had been so perfect, so real. We had made love under the full moon and then gone back to my hotel room. I got in the shower, excited to spend the evening with Caroline, thinking about what to do next while I washed the sand off me. I thought I had heard the door but figured it was the neighbors coming and going. I climbed out of the shower and dried off, walking into the room, calling for Caroline, but she was gone. I stood there for a second, thinking that maybe she had just run to get something, but then I saw the note. I sat down on the edge of the bed and read it.
“Trevor,
I had a really great time these last few days. It has been amazing, but I figured we might want
to end it before anyone got hurt. Things would never work out in the real world, outside the magic of this place. We both know that. You’re a ladies’ man, a player through and through, and I won’t lie to myself thinking that could change. Have a safe trip back to New York.
Caroline”
She told me to have a nice trip back to New York? I had just spent the most amazing three days with anyone ever in my life, and she was going to end it just like that. I picked up my phone and looked at the screen. There were texts from Eliza, and I immediately knew that Caroline must have read them. Of all the moments to bite me in the ass and for all the reasons, I couldn’t believe it was that. I got dressed and combed my hair, replaying the last few days over and over. I wasn’t going to let things end like that. It wasn’t going to be the way this story played out.
I left the resort and drove over to her place, parking and running up the stairs. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so I walked around to her balcony door and looked inside. The lights were off, and everything was the same as it was when we had left for the luau. She had obviously not come back to her place. I ran down the steps and jogged down to the beach, standing in the sand on the edge of the beach, looking over at the luau still going strong. I searched the crowd, but I didn’t see her anywhere. I turned and walked out of sight, figuring it was better that no one found me looking for her. I didn’t want to have to explain what had happened. It was hard for me to even wrap my head around, much less explain to a group of strangers I had met once.
I left there and started walking the beach, not caring how far I got or where I was even at for that matter. I crossed back and forth in front of her bungalow several times, hoping to see her return, but the lights were always off, and there was no change. When I came back across the rocks we had made love against earlier that night, I sat down and kicked my feet in the sand. I leaned back running my hand over something. I picked it up and looked at it, it was an earring, Caroline’s earring. She must have lost it while we were out there. I pushed it into my pocket and watched the waves roll up almost to my feet. The shells scattered across the wet sand and the foam dissipated enough to be replenished as the surf hit the sand again. I pulled my phone out and stared down at the message from Eliza, not believing that of all people, she was the one to ruin this for me.
I had met Eliza at a bar about a year before, and we had hit it off, just like I did with so many before her. We had gone back to her place and fucked several times, and I fell asleep there after having way too much to drink. When I woke up in the morning, she had made breakfast, and I felt obliged to stay. I quickly noticed that in the daylight, she seemed a bit more neurotic than she had the night before. She was almost treating me like I was her boyfriend, and it freaked me out. I texted Brandt, and he got me out of the situation, calling me with a fake emergency at work. Seeing as it was Sunday, I was sure she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. It got me out of her apartment. I thought that would be the end of it, but somehow, she had gotten my info and had been stalking me ever since. It was fucking exhausting, and I couldn’t believe she was the person who’d fucked everything up.
In the past, this could have really been something that was true, but it was honestly just really bad timing. If I had been there, I could have explained to Caroline what was going on. I could have scrolled through the hundreds of unanswered texts where she went from begging me to come back to cursing the day I was ever born. Sure, I made a mistake by sleeping with her and staying the night, but I was a single guy, and I didn’t give her any indication that it was anything more than one night. I had sat there on that rock until the sun came up, staring at the texts and telling myself not to do anything rash. I wanted to call Eliza and scream at her, but eventually, I just got up and came back to the resort, packing my things and finding myself right where I was sitting, picking at breakfast and moping in my cup of coffee.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” the waiter asked.
“No, thank you,” I said with a smile, handing him a tip.
“Thank you, sir, have a good trip back,” he said, nodding his head.
A good trip back, that seemed like something that couldn’t go together even if it tried. I picked up my orange juice and finished it off, looking at the time on my watch. If I left, then I would get to the airport really early, but I figured it was better than sitting there in the resort feeling sorry for myself. I opened my tickets and looked at them, not wanting to go to New York but not wanting to stay in Hawaii either. I was miserable, absolutely miserable, and I didn’t know what to do about it. In reality, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Caroline had gone out of her way to not be found, and I couldn’t spend the rest of my life searching the beach for her.
I picked up my bags and made my way to the front of the resort. I turned in my rental at the kiosk in the lobby and requested a car to the airport. They took my bags, and I walked out the front doors and waited for the car to pull around. I watched the happy tourists loading and unloading from the transport buses, some couples in love, some families on their vacation, and others there by themselves, looking for something missing in their lives. I wanted to see Caroline so badly, to hold her, to make her listen to me, but it was a lost cause. I didn’t even know how to find her, and by that point, she was probably resolute never to see me again. It was too late, and I had to learn to live with that fact. I had done the best I could to try to find her, and nothing had come of it. Obviously, the universe was giving me a really strong dose of karma, and I was going to have to swallow every dose of it.
When the car pulled up, I hopped inside and sat back, looking out the window. We drove along the ocean for a while, and I watched the surfers riding the waves. I thought about Caroline and how she looked that first time I saw her on the water. I had just gotten there, grabbed some clothes from the resort shop, and headed out to her bungalow. When I walked up, I stood at the top of the hill, watching her moving through the waves on her board, the sun sparkling in the water around her. I sat there on the beach for a while, watching her floating through the water, gazing out at the dolphins off the shore. It had been the perfect scene, and I had really thought everything was falling into place perfectly after that. My heart was broken. I could feel it, and there was no one but myself to blame for it. I didn’t dot all my i’s and cross all of my t’s like I should have. I jumped in headfirst, and I drowned really fast.
As we turned to go toward the airport, I watched the ocean leave my line of sight. It was back to New York City, to the grind of people, the never-ending onslaught of women who would never live up to Caroline. It was back to my desk with my tail between my legs and to a world where I was going to have to tell Brandt what happened and how bad I fucked up with his future wife’s best friend. I knew eventually, it would blow over, that people would forget about the time I up and left to chase a girl only to watch her walk away. I just didn’t know I was ever going to be able to fully move on from this. It was the first girl I had loved in a really long time, and I was still all alone.
Chapter 9
Two Weeks Later
Caroline
Camden was always the place I ended up. It was the place I had grown up in, the place I had left a hundred times, and the place I always came back to. Every time I was away, I couldn’t think about how I could possibly come back, but then when I drove in through the city limits and saw all the familiar faces, I couldn’t help feeling at ease and comforted. It should be a shock going from somewhere like Hawaii to a small town like Camden, but it never felt that way to me. It just felt like going from one home to another. That day, I had found myself at the café that I always frequented, lounging on the couch, attempting to read a book, and sipping a vanilla latte. My mind was wandering, though, and I couldn’t seem to stop it.
I kept thinking about my time in Hawaii and how much fun it was. I always had a good time when I was there, but this time was different. Trevor was there, and it made everything so much more vi
brant and alive. Our time together was amazing, and I had never fallen for someone like I had for him. I wasn’t the kind of girl who moped over guys or milked a broken heart, but I was struggling to get past everything that had happened. I knew I should have probably stayed and faced him, asked him why he would do something like that to me, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to hear the excuses or the lies. I couldn’t bear to have him tell me I was way more into him than he was into me. I didn’t even go back home that night. I had driven out across Oahu to the other side and sat watching the sun come up.
I couldn’t help wondering what Trevor thought when he got out of the shower and found that note. I wondered if he was angry, if he was sad and hurt, or if it was just a shrug of the shoulder. I wondered if it even bothered him at all that I left like that. I wanted to believe that I didn’t make up the way were together in my head. I wanted to believe that he wasn’t the kind of man who would travel all that distance just to get laid, but those texts made everything really hard to believe. There was a girl out there with a broken heart because he did the same thing to her. Maybe he didn’t travel all that way to do it, maybe just a stroll down New York Avenue, but he did it nonetheless. I breathed deeply trying to control the emotions bubbling up in my chest. Visions of Trevor dancing next to the bonfire holding me tightly were haunting me at every turn. It had been two weeks, and I was still struggling to get through it.
Emma had called me a couple days after I had gotten back and asked me about everything. I guess Trevor had told Brandt, and it trickled down from there. She had said he was apparently really beat up over it, but she said Brandt didn’t know all of the details. I decided to let it lie, making up an excuse about not being able to deal with a long-distance relationship. I didn’t want to make her angry at him. She had to live that life and see him on a regular basis. I don’t know if she believed me, but that was the story I stuck to. I closed my book and picked up my latte, pulling myself upright and taking a sip. Part of me wanted to see him again, if for no other reason but to tell him he was a horrible person. At that moment, something moved in my peripheral vision, and I looked up at the front window, freezing with my coffee to my lips. Trevor was standing outside, staring at me through the window, waiting to get my attention.