Sex On The Beach: Bad Boys Club Romance #1

by Olivia Thorne

  The entire time I was gasping. It was so big – I’d never felt anything like this before. I had to raise up and ease him out of me a little because it was so intense – and then I would lower myself down and take a tiny bit more of him inside me.

  The feeling of his bare skin inside me was amazing… so sensual and erotic…

  He started lapping at my nipple with his tongue and clutching my ass with his fingers, kneading my skin.

  Still I kept sliding down that long, thick cock, pausing every so often to allow my body to adjust to his size.

  It seemed like minutes later when he was finally all the way inside me, and I could brace my weight on his thighs. God, he was so deep inside me…

  He began to kiss me again, and as our tongues twirled sensually, he began to rock back and forth. Not thrusting, just rocking.

  I began moaning. I had to break off from our kisses to let out noises of ecstasy. I’d never felt anything like this… never felt something filling me up so completely, or a cock this deep inside me…

  It was incredible: the sensations, the buzz of pleasure as I rocked my hips against him, feeling him slide inside me, touching incredibly pleasurable places inside me…

  My first orgasm came about thirty seconds later – a long, rolling contraction that swelled inside me like a warm, gentle wave.

  Fuck – oh fuck –

  I moaned and clutched his broad shoulders, but he still went so slow, just rocking inside me, deep and thick and sensual…

  That first orgasm left me panting and shivering, warm waves rippling up and down my spine, making me tingle from the top of my head to my toes. We went back to kissing… but this time he lowered me back slightly on the seat and adjusted the position of our bodies so he could slide further out of me.

  Oh my GOD.

  He wasn’t going too fast, but he was sliding further out of me, then easing back inside. And the angle of his cock… mmmmm. The head was rubbing against my G-spot, then plunging deep inside me, only to come back and press firmly again, massaging me, making my pussy feel tighter, more pressure, tensing –

  “OH GOD!” I cried out as I came again. “Oh God – oh fuck – ”

  He grunted in animal excitement as I groaned and writhed, and he began to thrust harder.

  My second orgasm had barely ended when the third began. It felt different – he was hitting some place deep, deep inside me. Pleasure radiated up through me like heat until I couldn’t contain it anymore, and my whole body shook and twitched in ecstasy.

  I couldn’t believe it – it was like wave after wave of orgasms just rolled on without end, ebbing a little and then surging and crashing through my pussy, my legs, my belly, my entire body.

  I lolled my head to the side in a pleasure-soaked haze and saw the yacht. Rather than panic that someone could see us, I felt more excited – naughty, dangerous, dirty – and I came even harder, thinking about who might be watching, who might be listening as I moaned and screamed.

  Ian was an animal now. He stared at me with incredible intensity, the veins bulging out on his face, sweat pouring down his chiseled torso, his face grimacing in pain.

  “Are – you – okay?” I managed to ask as my body rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. I could feel yet another orgasm building inside me, though I wasn’t quite there yet.

  “Trying… not… to come,” he gasped as though he were in agony.

  “Come – come,” I pleaded.

  “Do you want me – to pull out?”

  “No – come inside me, come inside me,” I begged.

  He suddenly roared, flung his head back, and I felt his cock explode inside me. Bursting contractions made him even thicker than ever, and I felt a sudden flood of warmth and wetness inside me.

  The sensation pushed me over the edge. I screamed and raked my fingernails down his back and sides as he slammed into me, hard and merciless, his thrusts propelling me past anything I’d ever felt before as every muscle in my pussy and thighs and belly spasmed with bliss.

  He collapsed on top of me, panting, his body heaving. I moaned and sighed in pleasure as my own contractions slowly eased away. I caressed his back, feeling the powerful muscles tensed beneath his skin.

  “Oh God,” he whispered in my ear, then pushed himself up on his forearms and kissed me. He pulled his cock out a few inches, then slowly eased it back in, once, twice, a half-dozen times. It was warm, sweet bliss just to feel his body moving inside me again.

  “That was great,” he murmured, and smiled at me.

  I grinned back. “That wasn’t great. That was incredible.”

  He laughed, then kissed me again.

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  It’s not exactly easy to enjoy post-coital bliss on a jet ski. When you’re in the middle of incredibly hot sex, it’s easy to enjoy the rocking of the waves. In fact, they kind of add to the novelty of the situation. But afterwards, it’s a little distracting.

  I put my top back on and rearranged my bikini bottom, and he pulled his swim trunks back up.

  “So… what do we do now?” I asked.

  He grinned. “Well, we have a jet ski… you ever driven one?”

  “I haven’t even ridden one before today.”

  “And now you’ve had sex on one,” he teased.

  “Oh my God,” I said, blushing, and looked back at the yacht to make sure nobody was cheering or ogling or whatever drunk people do when they see people having sex in public.

  Ian laughed, then gestured to the controls. “Want to take the driver’s seat?”

  We awkwardly exchanged positions, and he sat behind me – which I enjoyed immensely. I’d liked hanging on to him when we were riding out to the yacht, but now… with his strong arms hugging me from behind… and his massive thighs surrounding my legs… and his muscular chest pressed against my back…

  …and his still semi-hard cock pressed against my ass…

  It was a very nice position to be in.

  “Strap this to your wrist,” he said, motioning to a cuff and string that was hooked to the handlebars. “It’s a kill switch. If you fall off, the engine cuts off automatically.”

  “Okay,” I said hesitantly, doing as he said.

  “That’s the start button,” he said, pointing.

  I pressed it, and this time the engine started up without a hitch.

  “And that’s the throttle.”

  “So I just twist it and AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH – ”

  I twisted it a little too hard.

  We roared off into the waves jerkily, but after a minute I got the hang of it. Within a couple more minutes, we were skidding over the water, crashing over waves, turning around – and I was screaming with laughter the entire time.

  Holy crap riding on a jet ski is fun. Especially with a hot-as-hell surfer holding onto you the entire time.

  When my legs got tired – you kind of have to brace them against these footpads as you go over the waves, and it wears you out after a while – I headed for shore, aiming for the brightly colored shops of Venice Beach.

  “What should I do?” I asked nervously as we approached land.

  “Just go slow as we get into the shallow water and let it glide up onto the sand.”

  I did as he said. Once we started to bottom out, he jumped off and hauled the jet ski onto the shore.

  Once we were back on the sand, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him.

  “Wait – what about the jet ski?”

  “We can’t take it with us.”

  “Yeah, but somebody could steal it.”

  He paused, then reached back over and yanked the ignition key out of the center console.

  “Somebody could still steal it!” I protested.

  He scoffed. “How, hotwire it?”

  “Or sell it!”

  He shrugged. “I probably lost my surfboard because of that jackass, so he can replace his own damn jet ski.”

  “A jet ski costs a lot more than a surfboard.”

  “
He’s got a lot more money than I do.”

  But, miraculously enough, we found his board undisturbed on the sand where we’d left it.

  “Well, well, well,” he said, surprised. “I’m impressed – people are more honest than I thought.”

  “Do you feel bad about leaving his jet ski behind now?” I asked.

  “Nope.”

  I thought back to when Vic had first appeared on the beach.

  “What did he mean when he said, ‘I’m willing to play your little game as long as you play mine’?” I asked.

  “What?” Ian asked as he gathered up the board under his arm and used his other hand to hold mine.

  “Vic – when he offered to pay for your board, he said that thing about playing your game – remember?”

  “Oh. He just likes to screw with people’s heads, that’s all,” Ian said dismissively.

  I couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but his answer didn’t quite seem genuine.

  But I’d just had the best sex of my life and was anticipating round two – so I didn’t think about Vic’s mysterious comment too much.

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  “Should we go to your place or mine?” he asked when we got up to the boardwalk.

  “I’m starving – do you have any food at your place?”

  “No, I don’t think so… just takeout leftovers and beer.”

  “I’ve got some food at my place. I could fix something quick.”

  “Sure.”

  As we approached my house, I joked, “Remember last night when Aisha was here?”

  “Yes,” he groaned.

  I laughed. “Were you frustrated?”

  “That’s putting it mildly.”

  “Well, trust me, you weren’t the only one.”

  “Mmm… I’m glad to hear that,” he said, and leaned over and kissed my neck as I giggled and pushed him away playfully.

  As we got up on the porch, he leaned his surfboard against the wall.

  I opened the door and called out, “Aisha?”

  No answer.

  “Well, here’s to second chances,” Ian said, as though raising a toast.

  I turned around, made sure that his body was shielding me from any passersby on the street – and then grabbed his cock through his swim trunks.

  It immediately started to grow bigger in my hand.

  Oh wow, that felt good.

  He looked at me, shocked.

  “Here’s to second chances,” I whispered, and stood up on my tiptoes, lips puckered expectantly.

  We kissed as we stumbled through the front door and shut it behind us.

  His cock was already stiff and ready to go by the time the deadbolt clicked.

  “I thought you were hungry,” he said.

  Strangely enough, I wasn’t thinking about food anymore.

  “Later. Right now I’m hungry for something else,” I said as I led him by his cock into my bedroom.

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  We peeled off our clothes in record time, and I finally got to see him in all his glory. Yes, I know I’d pretty much seen 90% of him out on the beach every day when we were surfing – but there’s something different about seeing an incredibly hot man completely naked.

  Damn he was beautiful. The way his abs were sculpted all the way down to the base of his cock… the way his thighs were so powerful…

  That ass. OH MY GOD, that ass.

  And his cock. Now that I could actually see it… oh, wow. It made me wet just to look at it. So big and thick… I had this uncontrollable desire to touch it, to stroke it. To do all sorts of things with it. Even the sight of it made me feel more feminine. Sort of like that old Shania Twain song – when I saw it, when I looked at his body, it was Man! I feel like a woman.

  He drew me to him and kissed me hard and deep. The entire time I felt his erection pressed hard against my belly – and after a few seconds, I couldn’t help myself. I pulled away and knelt down and just started kissing it, running my fingers lightly over it, watching it jump at my touch as Ian groaned and threw back his head. I licked it from his base all the way up to the tip, then cradled his balls with my hand as I took the head in my mouth. He was so big, it was a challenge – but I wasn’t really trying to pleasure him. I was enjoying his cock for myself. The soft, hot, satiny feel of his skin on my tongue… the solid pressure against my lips… the tickle of his hair on my hand as I played with his balls…

  All of a sudden he gently pushed my head away. I looked up in surprise as he came around behind me, hooked me under my arms, and lifted me into the air like a rag doll. I shrieked in surprise as he threw me on the bed, just WHAM! with my body bouncing on the mattress. Then he forcefully parted my legs, lowered his face between my thighs, and began to lick.

  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…

  His tongue parted my lips, which were already soaked, and eased inside me until I gasped. Then he withdrew and stroked me up and down, soft and wet and slow. He lingered on my clit, alternating sucking gently and stroking it with his lower lip. The combination sent me into the stratosphere. Little bursts of ecstasy made my entire body jerk. At the same time, his facial hair tickled my legs and my pussy – but his whiskers were long enough to be soft, not scratchy. I like being tickled – I like the gentle stroke of a man’s fingers on my skin making me tremble and shake – so it added a whole different dimension of pleasure: unbearably soft touches at the same time as these bursts of hot, intense, primal sexual joy.

  Then he crawled up onto the bed from between my legs. With one arm he braced his upper body above mine, and with his other hand he grasped the base of his cock and angled the head down towards my pussy. God, that was hot – his big, strong hand around that even bigger shaft – and the way he was lining it up with me, his swollen crown already wet from my mouth –

  He eased it inside me.

  My mouth opened wide in shock, I clutched the sheets with my hands, and I began to come before he was even halfway in.

  I’d been incredibly turned on from looking at him and giving him head, even if it had only been for a moment. And then he’d whipped me into near delirium by going down on me. Now, his cock sliding inside me was like the trigger for an avalanche.

  My pussy began convulsing in pleasure – and the deeper he went, the thicker he was, and the more intense the contractions became. I was moaning and gasping as he sank in all the way to the hilt, until his pelvis stopped against mine –

  And then he proceeded to fuck me to within an inch of my life.

  His hands were everywhere – my waist, my breasts, my ass. He kissed my mouth, my neck, my ears – gently at first, then increasing in intensity until he was almost mauling me in his lust.

  The entire time he was thrusting – in a rhythm for a while, then unpredictable – shallow, deep, shallow – slow, slow, fast – pulling my hair, putting his strong hand against my throat, making me feel the power there, the power he had over me, and me feeling dirty and excited that I wanted him to squeeze harder.

  I was coming practically the entire time. I mean, my orgasms would flow and ebb, but it was like one would die off and another would start. Pulsing, pounding contractions that made me whip my head back and forth in rapture.

  He was so deep inside me…

  He was filling me up so completely…

  He was touching me places no one else had come even remotely close to…

  By the end we were bouncing two or three inches up in the air and then slamming back down into the mattress, like he was trying to fuck me through the bed and into the floor. But his cock was so long, he never slipped out – so the intense pleasure never let up. It just kept going, and going, and going.

  As he kissed me and fucked me, he was transported to someplace primal and crazy – like a beast, a force of nature, a hurricane.

  All I could do was surrender to him and ride the wave of orgasm that filled my body from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. That, and rake my fingers across his back and clutch that gorgeous, muscular ass.

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nbsp; Finally he couldn’t hold out any longer. He roared and bellowed almost as loud as I was screaming. I felt him come inside me again – the lightning-quick pulses that made him even thicker, the warmth and wetness inside me. He collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, and held me tight. I just lay there, eyes half-closed, gasping and panting, my pussy still contracting around his now-still cock, waves of pleasure still radiating throughout my body.

  He got up on his forearms, his cock still hard inside me, and started to kiss me – but gently this time. The animal was gone, replaced for now with a gentle lover.

  I kissed him back and savored his weight on me, the feeling of him deep inside me, until he finally pulled out and spooned me from behind, and we both sank into delicious sleep.

  45

  We pretty much spent the rest of the day naked and in bed.

  Not all of it was sex. There was a lot of that, yes – not just regular sex, but oral, lots of touching and caressing, tickling, holding, kissing. Things were sweet and sensual sometimes, and hot and nasty other times.

  But it wasn’t all sex. We spent hours just talking and laughing. We discussed surfing, life, and anything else that came up.

  We ordered delivery twice: once for lunch, and again for dinner. The only time either of us got remotely close to dressed was when I put on my bathrobe to go get food from the delivery guy.

  At one point I thought about going out and making eggs for us, but when you could spend your time naked in bed with a Greek god, why would you bother cooking?

  So we ate Chinese out of containers, feeding each other with chopsticks, laughing and drinking beer I borrowed from Aisha’s side of the fridge.

  And had a lot of sex.

  Not to mention so many orgasms I lost count.

  I’d thought our daylong date yesterday was one of the best days of my life.

  This one topped it by a mile.

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  There was one moment of brief panic, when I heard the front door open and Aisha walk in.