Sex, Sin and Surf

by Lauren Fraser

  CHAPTER SIX

  The cries of a gull squawking drifted through her sleep-foggy brain. Celeste rolled over and her hand hit firm, warm man. She peeked her eyes open and a smile slid across her face. He hadn't snuck out while she slept. She had to admit a big part of her had expected him to creep away in the night.

  The sheet barely covered his hip, one arm lay absently across his muscular chest. She propped herself up on her arm and drank in the sight of him. He was one sexy piece of masculinity. Even in sleep, his body radiated power and energy. She needed to touch him, feel him and experience all he had to offer again. Her pussy quivered at the thought of feeling him inside her. Fascinated by his piercing, she eased the sheet down his body.

  "You gonna just look at it or do you plan on actually touching?" his sleep-roughed voice rumbled beside her.

  She gasped and jumped back. Busted. "Sorry."

  He propped the pillow up behind his head and smiled. "No need to apologize." He gestured to his now fully erect penis. "Clearly, he doesn't mind."

  She leaned down and dipped her tongue out to touch the tip. Ben closed his eyes at the first touch of her lips.

  The bedroom door swung open. "Rise and shine sleepy h-he..." Nancy stammered. Celeste jumped back, her gaze shooting to the door where Nancy stood glued to the floor, with her eyes stuck on Ben who had quickly pulled the sheet over himself.

  Ben coughed. "Morning," he said to Nancy.

  "Oh my God, Cel. I'm so sorry. I had no idea you had company." She started to back out of the room." I'll just get out of your way." With that she pulled the door tightly behind her.

  Celeste covered her face with her hands and groaned. Ben's laughter brought her upright. "How can you think that was funny?"

  His body continued to shake with amusement. "Because it was. You should have seen both your faces." He grabbed her hand. "Come on, it's not that bad."

  "Not that bad? Are you kidding me? My best friend just walked in on me naked with your dick in my mouth." Instead of making him see the seriousness of the event it just made Ben laugh harder. She smacked his arm. "It's not funny." Oh my God, she was never going to live this down. They would tease her relentlessly.

  The door burst open again and this time Sarah stood there. "Damn, I always miss all the good stuff," Sarah grumbled which just set Ben off again.

  Judging by the disappointment on Sarah's face, she obviously didn't have a problem with it. The absurdity of the entire situation finally sunk in and Celeste looked at Ben and laughed. He winked at her then glanced behind her back.

  "Morning, Sarah," he said, completely unashamed of his barely covered nudity.

  "Morning," Sarah muttered. "Breakfast is ready," she said and exited the room.

  "Guess the wakeup plans have changed a bit," Ben said with a still-hopeful look on his face.

  "Sorry, the mood is gone." Damn it anyways. She'd been really looking forward to that. She was going to kill her friends.

  He laughed. "I figured." Ben sat up and pulled her into a slow, soft kiss. "So, you still want to learn how to surf today?"

  "Absolutely."

  "We get pretty slow in the afternoon, when most people take a siesta. Come by the shop."

  Ben slid from the bed and pulled on his shorts and shirt. Celeste sat, unable to move as she watched his easy, fluid movements.

  Dressed, he came around to the side of the bed. "Last night was amazing." He kissed her again. "I'm looking forward to surfing with you." With another quick kiss, he turned and left through the deck door.

  The moment he left the room, she flopped down on the bed. Holy crap. This could quite possibly turn into the best vacation ever. Last night had been the most incredible sexual experience of her life. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself having a hot affair with a sexy, young surfer, who was pierced no less. They should have gone on vacation years ago.

  Unable to hide from the inevitable, she slipped on her yoga capris and sports tank and left her bedroom in search of her friends. She found the pair sitting on the deck overlooking the beach, cups of steaming coffee on the table in front of them.

  When she stepped out onto the deck, Sarah and Nancy clapped.

  "Damn," she muttered. She was never going to live this down. Celeste poured herself a cup of coffee and pulled out a chair. "All right, you two, let's have it."

  "What?" Sarah asked.

  "What? Don't give me that. You know you guys want all the dirty details."

  Sarah rubbed her hands together. "Ohh, the details are dirty?"

  Nancy laughed. "Judging by what I walked in on, yeah the details are dirty."

  Celeste scowled at her. "Shut up," she said, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice. After the night she had, no amount of teasing from her friends was going to dampen her good mood.

  "So dish," Sarah demanded. Her eyes glittered with excitement. "And let me just preface this conversation with holy shit, he's so hot." Sarah fanned her face. "Even if the sex was mediocre, I'm so jealous."

  Memories of the way Ben's lips, his hands, that amazing piercing had felt immediately made a smile spread across her face. "It was definitely not mediocre."

  "Oooh," Nancy whooped. "Talk."

  Normally, she would be all over spilling the details to her friends but somehow it seemed wrong to talk to her friends about the way he made her feel. No man had ever affected her the way Ben did. She didn't understand the powerful attraction between them, but she wanted to spend as much time with him as humanly possible before she went home. Men like Ben did not come along very often.

  "He's teaching me to surf this afternoon."

  "That is sooo not what I meant," Nancy told her.

  "I know." Celeste grinned. "Clearly we had amazing sex." She giggled like a school girl. "God, you guys, I can't wait to see him again."

  Her friends laughed and looked at each other. "I guess that means you aren't coming into Puerto Vallarta with us today to go shopping."

  Celeste reached out and squeezed Sarah's hand. "Thanks for understanding, guys."

  "Of course." Nancy took a sip of her coffee. "Although, I do have to admit, I'm damn jealous."

  "What happened with those guys from last night?" Celeste asked her.

  "We're supposed to meet up with them tonight for dinner. I don't imagine you're interested," Nancy said.

  "Not even a little bit," Celeste responded. If she had anything to say about things, she'd be spending the night in bed with Ben.

  "Do you have time for that yoga class before you go shopping?" Celeste asked.

  Nancy groaned. "Didn't you get enough of a workout last night?"

  Celeste made the cracking the whip motion. "Nope, you told me to stay on you to make sure you got your workouts in while we were here. I will not be responsible for you moaning about your ass."

  "Smart ass," Nancy grumbled. "Let me go change, but I'm warning you, this better not be one of those twist yourself into Gumby classes that you love so much. My body does not contort the way yours does."

  *****

  After sending her friends off on their shopping expedition, Celeste had curled up on the beach with a novel. Expecting the time to drag as she waited to see Ben, Celeste got lost in the story. She couldn't remember the last time she'd actually taken the time for herself to just read a book. She'd been so engrossed in the story the rest of the morning had slipped away. When she got home, she was going to make a conscious effort to read more.

  Celeste slipped into her favorite coral bikini and threw a wrap over top. With a quick scan of the suite, she snagged the bottle of sunscreen and dropped it into her beach bag with her towel and wallet. Easing her feet into her flip-flops, she grabbed her key-card off the counter and made her way to the surf shop.

  Along the beach, she stopped to pick up a shell that caught her eye and stuffed it into the pocket of her bag. At this rate, she was going to need a suitcase just for her shells. Outside the beach shop, Celeste stopped, placed her hand over her sto
mach to stop the butterflies crashing around inside, excitedly waiting to see Ben again. She felt like a giddy teenager. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been excited about seeing a guy. Celeste took a deep breath and walked into the store. A kid she'd never seen before stood behind the counter and Ben was nowhere in sight.

  "Hola. Is Ben here?"

  The kid looked her up and down. "Sorry, he's busy."

  "He's expecting me."

  "Jefe," the kid called toward the back of the shop.

  A moment later Ben came out of the back room. The butterflies in her stomach kicked into high gear at the sight of him. God, he was spectacular. No t-shirt in sight, his board shorts hung low so his hipbones protruded over the top. Mmm, she wanted to just bite him, he looked so damn good.

  When he spotted her a slow, sexy grin spread across his face. "Hey, I've been waiting for you to get here."

  He rounded the counter and stepped toward her.

  "Have fun, Jefe," the kid behind the counter called out, taunting Ben.

  Shaking his head, Ben laughed. "Just watch the store," he said not taking his eyes off Celeste.

  "So, you up for taking a little trip today?" Ben's eyes glittered as he smiled down at her. What was it about the man that her insides turned to jelly the second he looked at her? Celeste nodded mutely.

  "Good." He reached out and took her bag from her hand. "You have your bathing suit on?"

  "Yep, gotta have a bathing suit if we're going surfing, so I'm all set."

  Lacing his fingers through hers, he led her toward his vehicle. Ben tossed her bag onto the floor of the car before he stuck two surfboards on top of it in the backseat of his beat up Volkswagen Thing. With the roof down, the boards stuck straight up in the sky, taking up the entire backseat.

  Celeste slid into the passenger seat and laughed at the God-awful sound of the vehicle firing to life. "Are you sure this thing is going to make it to wherever we're going?"

  "Oh yeah, she sounds a bit rough but this baby runs better than any vehicle I've ever driven."

  "How long have you had this car?"

  "Um, it was the first car my mom got when we moved to the States. The thing is older than me."

  "This car's older than you?" Celeste groaned. God, she felt old.

  "Relax, Cel, just enjoy the ride." He smiled as he pulled the vehicle into the street. The car ate up the miles. With the windows gone and the top down, her hair flew around her face. The heat soaked into her skin. Celeste closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being with Ben and the freedom of it all as they raced down the hidden back roads.

  Finally Ben pulled the car up to a deserted beach and got out. He quickly rounded the hood and reached for her hand. "Come on. You're going to love this."

  Celeste scanned the secluded beach. Paradise. She slipped her flip-flops from her feet and sank her toes into the luxurious black sand, sighing in pleasure.

  Ben hooked the surfboards under his arms and led the way down the beach. Her stomach fluttered at the sexy picture. His muscles bunched tightly against the boards. He was so sure and confident. And he made love with the same kind of reckless confidence. So sexy.

  "How come this place is empty?"

  "It's quite a ways off the beaten path. Only the locals know about it. At this time of day the waves are mush, so no one comes out."

  Celeste smiled. Quickly shedding her wrap, she stripped down to her bathing suit. "All right, I'm ready."

  Ben raised his eyebrow and stepped closer to her. "I'll say." His hand caressed her hip. He hooked his finger into the metal grommet that held her bottoms together. "The things you do for a bathing suit, woman."

  She shuddered beneath his touch. Her nipples instantly beaded tightly as he traced his finger along the top edge of her bottoms. Celeste's breathing hitched. Damn, he had such a potent effect on her. She shifted her stance, bringing her legs closer together to ease the ache of desire.

  Ben moved, bringing her body in contact with his. His erection pressed against her stomach. The soft board shorts provided virtually no barrier. Knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him was heady. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined a man as sexy as Ben wanting her. But he did, and she was going to enjoy every last bite of him while she could. She laced her arms around his neck and rubbed her body sensuously against him, enjoying the groan that rumbled from deep in his chest.

  "How do you feel about sex on the beach?"

  She wrinkled her nose, the smell of sea air and kelp filled her senses. "I have to admit, I'm not a huge fan of sand getting into all those places."

  Ben grinned. "Fair enough. But nobody said we had to lie down." He slid her bathing suit bottoms down her legs and tilted his head to indicate she should step out of the suit. She quickly glanced around to make sure they were still alone.

  "Relax, no one is going to come. That's why I picked this place."

  "Well, in that case." Celeste stepped forward and moved against him, leaving the bottoms behind.

  Enjoying the feel of his hard, sun-warmed body against her naked skin, she all but purred contentedly. Everything about him made her body hum to life.

  She slid her hands into the waistband of his shorts. "Exactly how do you plan on keeping the sand off me?"

  Calloused hands glided down her hip and across her ass, teasing her as his fingers dipped in between the crevice of her cheeks. Ben's hot breath caressed her neck, seconds before he nipped her earlobe. "I thought we'd see how well those Pilates and yoga classes of yours were paying off."

  She leaned back and looked at him skeptically, not entirely sure what he had in mind. A low, sexy chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stepped back from her and shucked his board shorts. Her gaze skimmed across his body. His erection jutted from his body and the sun caught on the metal of his piercing. She shivered just thinking about the way it felt inside her. Sheathing himself with protection, Ben crooked his finger and beckoned her forward.

  Her tongue dipped out and ran across her lips. His cock twitched as she stepped forward. Fueled by the feeling of power that surged through her body, she pulled off her top, cupped her breasts between her hands and pushed them together. His eyes flared with lust.

  "Is this what you were after?" she asked.

  Ben moved toward her. His hand gripped her ass and pulled her tightly against him. "Damn right." He widened his stance and skated his rough palm down her thigh. "Bring your leg up."

  She raised her knee, expecting him to wrap it around his waist. He smiled and continued to stretch her leg out until her foot rested on his shoulder. "Damn, those classes you said you were taking are really paying off."

  He slowly touched his cock to the entrance to her pussy. The ball ring teased her sensitive flesh. He eased into her, stretching her around him. The piercing glided against her, tormenting her as it slid inside. As he pushed in fully, he pressed closer to her body, forcing her leg to stretch out so her calf rested on his shoulder. She gripped his arms to hold herself upright in place. Holy hell, it felt freakin' fantastic.

  "You're so damn tight like this." He dropped his head back, the cords on his neck flexed, his hooded stare never left her face. "That's right, Cel. Move with me." With one hand he gripped her hip, his other hand slid up her calf and he nipped her ankle bone with his teeth. The little bite sent an arrow of lust to her already dripping core and she clenched her muscles around him.

  "Fuck yeah," he groaned.

  Ben increased the pace. Dropping his hand from her leg, he dipped his fingers between their bodies and lightly pinched her clit with his fingers. She couldn't breathe, every muscle in her body stretched tight as her impending orgasm started to build. Ben rubbed her clit. Pressing against it, he nibbled her neck under her ear in a way guaranteed to make her shiver. "Come for me, Cel. Let me feel you," he rasped against her neck.

  Liquid heat raced through her body. She screamed out her orgasm. With her body still contracting, Ben's hips flexed, driving him deeper into her. Throwi
ng back his head, he groaned, his muscles flexed tightly at his own release.

  He slid out of her and eased her leg down his body. Taking her weight when she sagged against him, he pressed a soft kiss against the top of her head.

  "Wow." She placed a kiss on the skull tattoo that covered his heart before resting her head against his shoulder.

  "No kidding, and I kept all those places sand free." He waggled his eyebrows at her and grinned.

  "You are a god, Ben."

  "That's what they tell me." Reality intruded. In the heat of the moment, she'd forgotten how temporary this all was. A huge part of her wished it wasn't.

  Forcing herself to act normal, she smacked him on the arm and laughed when he pretended to be hurt.

  "So, are you ready to learn to surf?"

  "Now? I need a nap. You killed me. I'm too old to do this kind of thing."

  He squeezed her tightly against him, a chuckle rumbled through his chest. "I better not have because I have plans for you later. But we can't do that until we get you into the water."

  She rested her hands against his chest and pressed herself back so she could look at his face. God, he was gorgeous. His hooded stare reflected his carnal knowledge of her body, his lips curled up in a look that promised her he had only brushed the surface of the pleasure he could bring her. It was amazing what good sex could do to a person. In the past there was no way she would have had sex on a public beach.

  He skimmed his finger across her jaw, down her neck, caressing the top of her breast. When she shivered beneath his touch, he smiled. "So, let me ask you again, you ready to learn to surf?"

  "Definitely. I just need to get dressed."

  He pressed a kiss to her lips then stepped back from her, placing some distance between them. Her body protested the loss of his touch. How was it possible to feel so connected to someone she had just met a few days ago? Forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, she pulled her bathing suit back on while Ben did the same beside her. Taking a deep breath, Celeste looked out toward the waves. The roar of the surf teased her with its calling.