Sex, Sin and Surf
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Surfing. She could do this. Hell, she'd always wanted to learn how, and she was finally tackling it. A surge of excitement ran through her body at the very idea of gliding her body on the waves. The rush of conquering nature.
"Okay, so, same principle as paddle boarding. You need to find your balance on the board, find your center of gravity and stay low. We're going to keep it pretty basic to start with, just riding the waves in. You're not going to be carving yet."
Ben handed her a surfboard and bent down to hook the ankle strap around her leg. He grinned and ran his hand up her calf. "This will keep your board close when you wipe out."
"I don't plan on wiping out," she said with a cocky flick of her hair.
"Baby, everyone wipes out."
He hooked his board under his own arm. "Let's paddle out."
She splashed through the water and hopped onto her board. Lying chest down, she followed Ben's movement as he paddled his way through the water. The waves were considerably smaller than they had been in Sayulita which made pushing through the surf fairly easy. When they had managed to get a good distance from the beach, Ben sat up, straddling his board.
"Okay, so you need to watch the waves. Pick your wave and commit to it, don't change your mind midway. When you pick it, paddle hard until you feel it start to push your board then hop up and ride the wave in."
Celeste laughed. "Sure. I'll get right on it."
Ben swatted her leg. "You have good balance. Your core is strong. You won't have any problem with riding it in. Like I said, the biggest thing is committing to your wave."
After a few wipeouts and several mouthfuls of salt water, she finally got the hang of it.
The waves had died down to virtually nothing, but still Celeste couldn't bring herself to paddle in for the day. She lay on her board, her hands dipping into the water, the sun beating down on her back, her muscles aching from exertion and she couldn't remember when she had ever felt so relaxed. She vaguely registered the sound of Ben paddling away from her but didn't have the energy to raise her head. A few minutes later, Ben paddled his board up alongside hers and hopped into the water. She peeked her eyes open to see him standing waist deep next to her.
He ran his hand across her back, trailing over her ass. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look on that board?"
She propped herself up on her elbows so she could look at him. The look of pure lust in his eyes instantly sent fire to her core. "Oh yeah, what do you plan to do about it?"
He slid his shorts off and gripped the edges of her board and levered himself up so he was straddling the board at her feet.
Her eyes homed in on his erection, the sunlight glimmering off his piercing. She licked her lips. "So how exactly do you see this playing out?"
Ben fisted his cock and grinned. "Just hold onto the board and find out." He sheathed himself with protection that he produced from God knows where. Guess that's what he paddled to shore for.
His hands slid up her legs as he levered himself toward her. With deft fingers, he slid her bathing suit off to the side moments before she felt his thick cock resting at the entrance to her body. She pressed her butt back, urging him to press deeper into her pussy. When the board swayed, almost upending them into the ocean, she squealed and gripped her hands tightly on the edges to stay on.
His hands latched onto the board beside her as he lowered his body onto her back, seating himself fully inside her at the same time. "Hold on," he gritted against her neck and pulled back slowly.
She whimpered. His soft chuckle against her back made her want to press her body back against him to force him deeper, but she was afraid she'd fall into the ocean if she did. In this position, she was completely at his mercy with him controlling the pace. He thrust back in deeply, the metal piercing hitting her G-spot perfectly. He swiveled his hips, dragging the ball against it. Celeste moaned in pleasure.
Fuck, that piercing worked for her. She didn't know how she would ever have sex with a bare cock again.
"You like that?"
"Mmm hmm," she groaned.
He thrust into her, rocking the surfboard beneath them which only increased the sensations inside her. The board abraded her sensitized nipples as the movement slid her against it. Jesus, it was all working together to make her feel completely out of control. Ben grunted behind her, picking up the pace and she knew he was getting close. Sensation built inside her. She was so close. Squeezing her inner muscles tightly, she felt his body stiffen and jerk, his orgasm drove her own.
Screaming out her release, Celeste forgot to hold onto the edge of the board. The power of their joint orgasm caused them to plummet into the ocean.
The water engulfed them. Disoriented, she struggled to untangle herself. The leash on her board pulled her ankle in one direction, her limbs tangled with Ben pulled in another as she scrambled to get upright. Ben's hand captured her arm and dragged her to the surface. Sputtering, she looked over at him. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead as a huge smile broke across his face.
"Dios mio, woman. You almost killed me." Ben leaned against the edge of the board with one arm. His other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her tightly against his side.
"Sorry, I forgot to hang on."
"I wasn't talking about the swim. I meant the effect you have on me." He kissed the side of her neck. "You make me so hard. The orgasms feel like I'm going to blow my cock off." He groaned against her neck.
The feel of his breath against her and his hot words made her shiver. Before Ben, she'd never really been with a man who talked dirty, so she hadn't known how much it turned her on. The things she was learning about herself with him made her feel so deliciously naughty and sexier than she had ever felt in her life. She wished this vacation never had to end.
Curling into him, she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I didn't even know it was possible to have sex on a surfboard."
"I can't say I'd ever done it before, but when I'm around you I just want you all the fucking time." The last part seemed to be torn from him, as if he didn't want to admit she had that kind of power over him.
She ran her tongue up his neck and smiled when his skin pebbled beneath her lips. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined she could have this kind of effect on a sexy young alpha male. A man that every woman on the beach lusted after.
"I have to tell you, I really like how much you want me. As you can tell, the feeling is definitely mutual." She ground her body against him.
"Mmm." He gripped her roughly with his hands, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed her against him. His cock twitched and began to rise again against her clit.
The sound of a car door slamming had them raising their heads to glance toward the beach. When they spotted the group of people milling around the car, he groaned. "Guess this will have to wait until we get someplace more private." He pressed his lips against hers. Reaching out, he grabbed his shorts from the edge of his surfboard and pulled them under the water.
Celeste dropped her legs from around his waist and raised an eyebrow at him as he tried to put his shorts back on under the water. He grunted as he tried to pull them up with his erection fighting him every step of the way.
She grinned at him.
"Don't even say it."
"Or what?" she taunted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cars lined the street when they turned the corner to the surf shop. Ben smiled. You gotta love tourist season. Even a hole in the wall town like Sayulita could cash in when the States were having a cold snap. The surfing drew people to the town, the lack of resorts kept them from staying. For the locals it was the perfect combination.
Turning off the car, Ben palmed the keys and flicked a glance at Celeste. His cock instantly went on alert at the sight of her. What the hell was this thing? Shaking off the feeling, he jumped out of the car and scooped up the boards.
"I'll just drop these off and check in. Then we can grab some groceries."
Damn right he wanted her to come. But not the way she meant. His dick twitched as thoughts of what he'd like to do to her assaulted him. Her legs spread wide, his face buried deep. Damn. He shifted his shorts. "You better stay here. I won't be too long but you never know, so I'll meet you on the beach?"
"Okay, take your time," she said and pushed open the car door. Her long leg touched the ground and his eyes travelled up the length from toe to thigh. Shit. He needed to be alone with her.
"I'll be as quick as possible," he said and spun on his heel.
Inside the shop, Ben rested the board Celeste had used against the stand with the others for rent and carried his own into the back office. Before he had a chance to even turn around, Rico was behind him. "Ah crap," Ben muttered. So much for getting in and out.
An hour later, Ben was finally able to escape. He hoped Celeste wasn't going to be too pissed off. Hell, he just hoped she'd stuck around.
Outside the shop, he scanned the beach. Damn. He couldn't see her. He was just about to head toward her hotel when he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. Lounging in a beach chair with a margarita in her hand, Celeste smiled at him.
"Hey," she called.
Relief swept through his body. She didn't look pissed at all. In his experience that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't. Uneasy, he strolled toward her and flopped down onto the vacant chair to her right. "Sorry about that," he said. Watching her cautiously, he ran a hand across his head to push his hair off his face.
"No biggy. Problems?"
"Yeah a few, but I think I've got it all sorted out now. You still up for hanging out?"
"Absolutely." She passed him her margarita. "You look as if you could use a drink."
He took a large sip and handed it back to her. "Thanks," he said, still watching her. "I can't believe you're not mad."
"I told you, I own my own business. I understand how things get, it seems you can never just pop in and out, somehow it just sucks you in for a while." She chuckled. "Believe me, I completely understand. Like I said, it's not a problem."
Celeste quickly finished the last of her drink and stood. "All right, let's grab some groceries. I can't wait to taste this meal you've promised me. Did you want to cook it at my place or yours?"
"Yours. Mine's a disaster." That was putting it mildly. He had pretty much turned his place into an art studio so it was littered with stuff. Now that he knew Celeste owned her own gallery, he really didn't want to take her there. He liked the easy, sexy vibe they had going. Once she knew he was an artist that would all change, it would no longer be all about enjoying themselves, it would become all about art. She was on vacation, she shouldn't be thinking about work.
He ignored the feeling in the pit of his stomach that said he was doing this for himself and not her.
*****
Loaded down with groceries, they made their way into Celeste's place. He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter, pushing the blender backward in the process.
"Oooh," Celeste said, picking up the half-full jug with one hand, a glass in the other. "Salt?" she asked, holding the glass toward Ben.
"Sure," he replied, glancing around the room. "Are your friends here?"
She handed him a margarita. "I guess so. They're probably on the deck." With her drink in hand, she grabbed Ben and propelled him toward the deck. Laughter hit them before he actually saw anyone.
"Hey," Celeste's enthusiastic voice sang out.
"Celeste," Sarah called then smiled. "Hi Ben, how's it going?" Her warm smile immediately welcomed him into the group.
Fully stepping onto the deck, he smiled at her. "Good, how are you, Sarah? " He turned and his whole body tensed. Fuck. The Lobster asshole from the surf shop. There was no way this was going to go over well.
Trying to play it cool, Ben ignored Lobster Boy and turned toward Nancy instead. "I hear you're usually the bartender, so my compliments," he said, raising his glass.
"Glad you like it. Did you guys leave any?" Nancy asked, already jumping out of her seat.
"A little bit, but I'm sure Cel will want more."
"I guess I see why you were so quick to take off last night," Lobster Boy piped up. "You wanted to do a little slumming with the natives," the man sneered at Ben.
Body tight and ready to fight, Ben stepped toward the asshole. Celeste grabbed his forearm to hold him back. "Let's get out of here," she told Ben.
Sarah stood up. "No, Celeste, you two aren't leaving. They are." She pointedly stared at the three men at the table.
"Sarah," the blond man beside her protested.
Nancy stepped passed Celeste. "Save it, Tony. We cut your friend here some slack last night because he was drunk and you said he was a good guy. Clearly alcohol is not the problem and he's just an asshole all the time."
"Hey," Rick protested.
"No, we're done here. Enjoy your vacation, but get out," Sarah told them.
Ben stood back stunned when the three men stood to leave. As they filed out, the first two men had their heads down meekly as they went by, but Rick defiantly met Ben's stare. "Enjoy your sugar mama."
Celeste's head whipped up, a blush of color rushed across her face as if she'd been slapped and she glared at Rick. "Even if I wasn't with him, I would still have shot you down."
The first man in the group turned back around. "Rick, knock it off. You've already fucked up enough without making things worse."
Rick walked past his friends and out the door. The other two men met the stares of Ben and the women. "Sorry," they both said.
With the men gone, Celeste sat down in one of the vacated seats and glanced up at Ben. "Sit," she said patting the chair beside her.
He obliged, but shifted uncomfortably on the cushion. He liked Celeste, a lot. She was beautiful, fun and a whole lot more understanding than most women he knew. But for some reason that asshole's comments about her being his sugar mama bothered him. That wasn't how he saw her. Hell, there was no way he'd be comfortable with her buying him stuff. Looking around the amazing bungalow that the three women had rented brought home just how well off they must all be. A place like this for two weeks wouldn't be cheap.
He made good money with his art so that jerk's comments shouldn't get to him but somehow they still did. The idea that Celeste and her friends might see him that way too rubbed him the wrong way. So far as they were concerned he was a surf bum. Guilt tightened his gut, maybe he should tell her the truth about his art.
Ben took a sip of his margarita. Fuck it, why was he even concerned? She was just here on vacation, why did he even care what other people thought?
Celeste squeezed his knee, drawing him out of his thoughts and back to the women in the room.
"Now you see what I meant by men my age," Celeste said and gestured to the door.
"Yep, I definitely see the appeal of a younger guy now." He laughed.
Ben stood and glanced around the table. "Well, since my being here ruined your dinner plans, I'm hoping you'll stay and have what I'm cooking."
Nancy and Sarah looked at Celeste and when she nodded her head, they turned back to Ben. "You're cooking dinner?" Sarah asked.
"Mmm hmm."
"Wow, a man who cooks." Sarah sighed. "I thought that was just an urban myth."
Ben grinned. "It is with the type of guys you like to bring home."
Sarah laughed and covered her chest. "Ouch, direct hit. Honestly, I usually pick better than those types of guys. I'm on vacation. I think the sun affected my brain."
"Oh my God, Sarah, then your brain is always cooked. There's a reason we're all single," Celeste teased.
He watched the byplay between the three friends. The women had a connection between them. Obviously they'd known each other for quite some time.
Celeste pushed back from the table. "All right, le
t me help you with dinner."
Placing his hand on her shoulder, he held her in place. "No sit, enjoy your drinks with your friends. I said I'd cook for you so just relax."
He could feel their eyes on him as he walked inside.
*****
Ben carried the plates of food out onto the deck. "Dinner's ready. Nancy if you want to whip up another batch of margaritas while I bring everything out, that would be great."
"I'm on it," she said, standing up from the table.
The aromas coming from the dishes melded together to form one amazing combination that Celeste couldn't wait to try.
"The tortillas are under the towel," he said as he handed Celeste a plate loaded with rice and chicken. A dollop of sour cream and cilantro garnished the side.
"This looks amazing," she said.
His eyes glittered as he smiled back at her. "Enjoy."
Her first bite was pure heaven. "Oh. My. God. Ben this is amazing. How the hell did you learn to cook like this?"
He shrugged. "My mom said it's a skill everyone should have."
Nancy groaned ecstatically beside him. "Oh Cel, I think I'm going to have to kill you so I can keep him all to myself. Sweet Mother, this is good."
Ben grinned at the compliments.
"What do you call this?" Nancy asked.
"It's molé chicken."
"Molé? I've never heard of it."
"What? You're in Mexico, how could you not have heard of molé? It's practically the national dish."
"I can see why." Sarah moaned around a mouthful of food.
Over dinner the conversation flowed easily. Celeste relaxed, enjoying her margarita buzz. She laughed at Ben teasing Nancy about setting her up with someone while they were in Mexico.
"Oh hell no, there are way too many miles on this body for me to be seen naked by someone your age," Nancy told him.
Ben laughed. "I will never understand women. Honestly, if we're with a woman we want to be intimate with, we aren't looking at her cellulite or love handles, we're completely focused on other things. It's just you who's thinking about how you look. Throw some naked breasts in front of most guys and we can barely remember our own names let alone be looking for flaws."