by D. C. Ruins
"Heath," she whined softly. "Take them off!"
He grinned against her skin and nipped her breast lightly, making her squeal. He leaned his weight onto his forearms, making a mental note to re-sanitize the ring mat first thing tomorrow morning, and pushed her on her back. She collapsed with a sigh, then grunted softly when he reached down and tore her panties at the waist, pushing them down her thigh.
"Sorry," he whispered in her ear, pulling her lobe between his lips.
"It's okay," she panted back, her legs lifting to press against his sides. "Please. Now."
He used his teeth to grip her throat and pulled himself the rest of the way out of his shorts. He ran his tip along the slit of her opening, shuddering when he felt her immense moisture coating him and making her groan. He thought about teasing her a little more, but then he felt himself throb with need in his own hand, so he pushed one of her legs over his shoulder and lined himself up at her entrance before pushing into her tightness in one rough push.
He still held her throat between her teeth, and felt it vibrate against his tongue when she moaned even more loudly. He nipped down hard to make her squeal again before lifting his head and his upper body. He realized they were in a corner of the ring and she reached behind her with one hand to grip the pole as his hips moved with a mind of their own, slamming into her strongly as her legs tightened around him, one over his shoulder and one around the back of his ass. She brought her face to his chest again, licking the fresh sweat that began to trickle down, her tongue swiping over his hot flesh. He rolled into her deeply and her head tilted back, her lips parting to emit a gasp. Her eyes were slits and she moaned softly with each thrust, trying to keep her voice down.
Heath looked down at her, clenching his jaw. He decided he didn't want her to keep her voice down.
He pulled out of her quickly as her eyes opened wide in surprise, and he leaned back on his knees, pulling her legs from around him and flipping her over. She grunted softly at the rough treatment from his harsh, needy hands, but looked back at him over her shoulder, excitement in her eyes. He drew her hips back toward his, simultaneously pulling her back on her hands and knees, and then entered her roughly from behind. The change in angle and friction caused her to let out a strangled yelp that quickly melded into moans that grew increasingly in volume as he thrust in and out of her. She was glove-tight around him and he filled her to the brim. The ridges of her walls, so thickly wet with her excitement, felt amazing sliding against his length, gripping him and releasing him rapidly as he moved his hips forcefully. His hands moved all over her body, gripping her shoulder, sliding down her sweat-slicked back, gripping her hips for control. He slipped one hand up her back and yanked the elastic out of her hair, freeing her ponytail. She flung her head and her hair spilled down her back. Heath let out a soft grunt and wound one hand into her thick, flowing locks, tugging gently to pull her back deeper onto him. He maneuvered his thighs to make her press hers tightly together and at this new, ultra-tight sensation, he cursed and clenched his jaw tightly.
Drew was definitely not being quiet now, and he lent an attentive ear to her moans. He let go of her hair to reach around her front to squeeze her breast for a moment, before sliding his hand over her shoulder and into her hair again, this time grabbing handful near her scalp as he beat into her. She started to moan a strange, liquid combination of his name and a random curse word over and over. She reached a hand back to grab his hip, encouraging him to hit her off as deeply as he could manage. He obliged, and her hand moved to stroke the sweaty skin of his taut stomach. Suddenly her nails dug into his flesh and her thighs trembled and tightened around him, and her inner walls gripped him tighter than ever. Her back bowed and her head fell forward and Heath realized she was coming, and coming hard. He heard a low, strangled shriek erupt from her throat as her body shuddered. Her dark hair suddenly went flying as she whirled her head around to meet his eyes, and it was too much for him—her orgasm was at its peak and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were practically black with lust, her lips swollen, moist and parted to give her moan room to flow out of her throat. He made a noise, rumbling deep in his chest, and then he was climaxing, picking up where she was leaving off. He leaned over her to bury himself as deeply as possible inside her and groaned throatily into the smooth skin of her back, squeezing her bottom as his hardness broke inside her and incredible pleasure barreled into him.
He pushed her flat on her stomach and leaned on top of her, both of them fighting for breath. He kissed her cheek and then nibbled her ear until she squealed with laughter. He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back, slapping her bare bottom as he went. He panted as he glanced at her, her hand reaching out for him and snaking over his abdomen.
"You passed," he managed, as Drew laughed and smacked him lightly on the chest.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The plane descended into Los Angeles in the late afternoon, and Drew had to restrain herself from pressing her face to the airplane window. She normally hated to fly, but she was utterly excited for this trip, and even from the air, L.A. was a huge change from Pittsburgh. It was brightly sunny, and the sight of palm trees waving in the breeze made her feel indescribably happy. She looked at the swirling interstates packed to the brim with cars, the houses built into the hills, the tall buildings of downtown L.A., and felt she could have sky-dived out of the plane had it not finally touched the ground when it did.
"Easy, killer," came Heath's teasing voice from the other side of her, and Drew realized she was practically panting with excitement. She covered her mouth and grinned at him, and though he only gave her a little half-smile back, she knew he was pleased to see her looking so happy. She wondered how could anyone be sad in the Golden State, and determined it just wasn't possible.
She bounced with impatience in her seat as she waited for their row to be able to deplane. It seemed to take forever to navigate through the huge expanse of Los Angeles International Airport, and she was eternally grateful that she'd listened to Heath's advice—order—that she pack just a simple carry-on with only the bare necessities for the weekend. There was a lot to see and do here, he agreed, but they could come back another time to do that. They were here to see Aida and the kids, and maybe spend a little time at the beach, and then it was back to Pittsburgh they went. He promised they'd take a real trip soon; now that he'd signed a contract, rather reluctantly, with TapouT Clothing with Connor, he had several meetings to attend in regards to finding out what he needed to do. Every time Drew gently pointed out that some sort of photographic advertising campaign usually followed, he got grumpy.
Once they stepped outside the airport to wait for a taxi, Drew sucked in a deep breath, loving the warmth from the sun and in the air against her skin. It was a sharp contrast to Pittsburgh, which was at this time of year generally cool, cloudy and rainy. She tilted her head back and shut her eyes, basking in the feeling of the rays on her face.
"Looks like someone likes the West Coast," Heath said, and Drew opened her eyes to smile at him. She liked the way the bright sun lightened his normally stormy pewter eyes to an almost light shade of blue.
"I do," she said. "After a whole two minutes here, I definitely do." She shut her eyes again and sighed happily. "I could get used to this." She was amazed that her entire mood had shifted; not that she'd been unhappy lately, but right now, she felt incredibly light. She felt, for the first time in a very long time, completely carefree.
The taxi finally came, and Heath directed him to the car rental business that was near the airport. Drew knew nothing about the trip other than the purpose and the fact that she was on it, so she had no idea where they would be staying. Once Heath had picked up their reserved vehicle, he loaded their bags in and nodded at her, moving to open her door for her.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see," he replied.
It felt like they drove forever, but Drew didn't really mind as it gave her a chance to take in all the
Los Angeles scenery as they drove. She was awestruck by the tall California mountains, the incredible traffic, the palm trees, the people. She even caught a glimpse of the famous Hollywood sign built into the hills.
"We definitely have to come back," she murmured, and Heath laughed.
Gradually she began seeing signs for Long Beach. "Long Beach?" she asked. "That's where we're staying?"
"Sort of. Parts of it are kinda shady. Not the best neighborhoods," Heath replied, calmly navigating the car through the intense traffic.
"Oh, you takin' me to the 'hood?" Drew teased.
Heath laughed. "You tell me."
Eventually, the rundown neighborhoods thinned out and Drew noticed they were driving through a relatively posh area, with tall condominium-type buildings. And as they drove, she glimpsed a wide, blue expanse of ocean peeking between buildings. The sight of the Pacific Ocean and the long stretch of beach in front of it thrilled her. She wanted to run to it and lose herself beneath the waves.
Finally he pulled in front of a large house that seemed small to be a hotel, but looked lavish nonetheless; there was actually a doorman in a uniform in front of it and a valet. Drew was amazed; she'd never seen or experienced anything like it. Heath got out and handed the keys to the valet before he pulled their bags from the car and smiled at her.
"C'mon," he said. "I'm starved. Let's put these bags down and take a walk on the beach. Seafood sound good to you?"
"Yes," she replied immediately, her eyes huge as they entered the large, exquisite house. She saw that it was actually a bed and breakfast, and the back of it faced the ocean. The owner met them at the door and showed them directly to their room, which happened to be on the first floor, and had a sliding patio door that led right out onto the beach, much to Drew's delight. She pressed against the patio door, feeling the sudden urge to tear it open and go racing out across the soft-looking sand, right into the water. She contented herself with watching how the still-bright sun, though it was almost six in the evening, glimmered off the water. It was breathtaking. She felt a pair of arms slip around her from behind, and then Heath was lightly brushing his lips to her ear.
"This is incredible," she said, hugging his arms. "All this for a little weekend trip, huh?"
He shrugged. "I felt bad that we couldn't do all the touristy, I'm-in-Cali shit," he replied. "Like, Disneyland and all that. So I thought you deserved a little luxury."
"I cannot see you at Disneyland," Drew blurted out. In her mind's eye she saw Heath wearing a pair of Mickey ears with a sullen expression on his face and she burst out laughing. He looked at her as though she'd just sprouted wings and that made her laugh harder.
"I would go," he insisted. "I guess. I mean, if you wanted to, I would go. I'm man enough for that."
"How sweet," she chuckled back. "I'm holding you to that." Suddenly she felt and heard her stomach growl loudly, and it was Heath's turn to laugh at her.
"You hungry?" he asked. "There's a seafood place about a half-mile down the beach. Thought we could walk there." It sounded heavenly to Drew's ears.
She unfolded herself out of his arms and hopped up and down like a child. "What are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's go!"
***
Drew found that the time change caused her to grow sleepier in the evening than what California time would suggest was appropriate, but it also allowed her to wake up much earlier than she normally would on a vacation or short trip. And at six in the morning the next day, she lay awake in bed, listening to the crying of the sea gulls outside and the sound of the waves crashing against each other in their race to claim the shore. The sun wasn't quite up yet; a little storm has passed through the night and the clouds were beginning to roll out. It was gray and slightly misty in the early hours of the morning.
She basked in the peace of the moment, lying silently and still and feeling the warmth from Heath's body against her own skin. She reflected on the purpose of the trip—they were here for Heath to do something huge, to make good on a promise to a dear friend unlike any other he'd ever had in his life. A friend who had lost his life, and whose loss of life caused Heath a great deal of guilt and grief. He hadn't been able to save Joaquin's life, but now, he could make sure that Joaquin's widow and their children could have a great one.
She glanced over at his sleeping form next to her in the dim light of the early morning. She wondered, not for the first time and surely not the last, how someone who had gone through everything he had could have turned out the way he did. Though he could be rough around the edges at times, and sometimes she felt like his anger was just barely kept in check, he had one of the biggest hearts she'd ever known, and the way he seemed to be so in tune with her never ceased to boggle her mind. Every good thing that had happened to him as of recent was not only deserved, but just. Things should have turned out the way they did for him, because he was one of the greatest people she'd ever met. Hell, in the span of a couple of months, he'd helped her evolve beyond what she even believed she was capable of. While she knew that making changes within herself was solely up to her Heath had played a huge role in helping her get her life back together. The idea of loving him was a scary one, because that required her to place all her trust in another human and hope for the best that he wouldn't hurt her, but it was something she knew she couldn't change. She loved Heath. She loved him, and that was that. It seemed very simple now where it once had been so complicated.
As if he could sense her eyes on him, Heath sleepily opened his and glanced over at her, catching her staring at him. "That wasn't creepy at all," he teased, his voice husky and deep from sleep. She smiled and scooted closer, turning to press her back to his chest and wrap his arm around her. She faced the window and could watch as the first rays of sun slipped between the remaining clouds and spilled out over the ocean.
Heath's hand idly trailed down her torso, stopping on her hip and pulling it back against him as he gently pressed his hips forward, letting her know silently that he was ready for her. His lips pulled at her earlobe as he reached down to pull the short nightie she'd slept in up over her hips. Drew bit her lip and closed her eyes, leaning her head back as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands moving over her skin. That was another thing—she still couldn't believe that he'd turned her into such a sex enthusiast. Granted, it was sex with him and not just sex in general. But the slightest touch from him always had her turned on and humming like a well-oiled machine, and she felt like she'd never be able to get enough.
She felt his hand brush against her backside as he maneuvered his boxer-briefs down, and then she felt the thick length of him pressing against her. She allowed him to lift her top leg and drape it back over his while he placed himself between her legs, right against her core. She'd been moist before he'd even woken, and she let out a tiny groan as he slid his tip along her wetness. She felt herself throb with need the instant before he parted her and pushed inside. The feeling of him inside her at this angle made her gasp with pleasure, her eyes flying open for a moment as he spooned her, his hips moving deliberately and insistently. She heard his breathing quicken as a low grunt raked through his throat. The arm below her head bent, and a moment later, his hand buried itself in her hair while his other hand roamed her body freely as his hips moved, thrusting into her deeply. She moved her hips back on him in time to his thrusts, meeting each of his upward pushes with a sharp downward movement. He grasped her breasts before his hand moved to her throat, squeezing lightly as he breathed deeply through his nose.
He was hitting some magical spot deep within her, sending sharp tingles of pleasure racing through her pelvis with each movement. If felt so indescribably wonderful that she had to struggle to keep her orgasm at bay; she wanted to feel this feeling forever. But his thrusts became so insistently hard, so deliciously rough, that she was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the pleas of her body to release. She felt him grow even harder inside her as she squeezed down around him, feeling her own moisture gush around
his length.
"Fuck, Heath," she whispered, and at hearing her utter his name, his hand tightened slightly around her throat and his other hand tightened in her hair. "I'm about to come!"
He bit the back of her neck. "Do it," he murmured back. She squeezed around him again, and he growled deeply in his throat. "Ah, Drew, fuck. Come for me."
And she did, feeling like her entire lower half was imploding and exploding at the same time. She turned her face into the pillow to cry out her release as his hands gripped her tighter. She was still trembling when she felt Heath's thrusts increase in both force and speed and then he grunted quietly into her skin, and she felt him throbbing inside of her, still moving his hips as he rode them through both of their aftershocks.
"Holy shit," Drew breathed, trying to catch her breath. "Let's take a nap and then see that again in instant replay."
Heath let out a breathless laugh and squeezed her. "I wish we could. But don't forget we have an important day today. Rain check?"
"Yes," Drew murmured, feeling sleepy again. Heath let her sleep for a couple more hours, and then she was waking up again to the feeling of him kissing the back of her neck.
"Time to get up," he said in her ear. "C'mon."
A little while later, they were in their rental heading for another part of Long Beach. It was not as posh as the area they were staying in, and it was far from the roughness they had encountered when they first arrived. It was a mid-level suburban area, filled with trees and nice houses and children. He turned down a street and slowed the car, squinting at the houses as they passed, checking the addresses.