Sex On The Beach: Bad Boys Club Romance #1

by Olivia Thorne

  “Okay… well then,” I said, and gestured towards the front door. “Shall we?”

  92

  Katie

  The sex was amazing as always – but I think it was particularly intense because I knew that he loved me.

  I couldn’t tell him that, of course. And I felt a little ashamed of the whole Emmanuelle thing. I felt like I had tricked him into revealing his true feelings before he was ready to tell me.

  But still, every time he touched me, it was heaven. Every time he kissed me, I felt overcome. Knowing his true feelings heightened everything.

  We got back to the house and started making out on the couch. I was a little shy – still grappling with the tiny bit of shame over what I’d done – but he knew instinctually that something was different, and took things slower than normal.

  The clothes didn’t fly off this time. Instead, he slid my dress off one shoulder and kissed my bare skin… caressed the inside of my forearm with his lips… nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear.

  He would dip one finger just barely under the edge of my neckline, then trace the curves of my breasts. As the minutes passed and we continued to make out, he would gradually go further and further – and I savored the anticipation of how far he would go. When I felt his fingertips finally touch my nipples beneath my bra, it was erotic in a way that our faster, more frantic foreplay had never been.

  He did the same with my thighs, letting his hands drift along my legs and up under my dress – but always teasing me, just lightly brushing his fingers across my skin. He would touch me, then move his hands elsewhere on my body for a minute… then put his fingers back under my dress and go one inch farther along the inside of my thighs. I pleaded with him silently to touch me between my legs – but he would always withdraw just short of my clit. The anticipation was driving me wild.

  Then he led me into the bedroom – but he still didn’t undress me. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to lie down across his lap. I was left with my rear end in the air, positioned right over his strong, massive thighs, like a child about to be spanked.

  That’s where things appeared to be headed as he drew the bottom of my dress up over my waist, exposing my ass and my lace thong.

  I didn’t know how I felt about spanking. Other than us playfully horsing around, I’d never done anything like that before.

  As it turned out, I didn’t end up doing it now, either.

  Instead of spanking me, he gently caressed my ass with feathery touches. His fingers moved back down to the insides of my thighs and brushed against me, light, delicate, sensual.

  I was going insane from wanting more. I wanted him to touch my clit, I wanted him to take me, I wanted him inside me – but he kept teasing me, and it felt soooo good, even if it was maddening.

  He pulled my thong off gently, and I arched my ass in the air to help him. Once I settled back down on his lap, he began to trace the tip of his finger across my pussy. I was already drenched by this point, so the contact of his skin on mine was deliciously wet and sensual.

  He stroked me lightly between my legs, right next to my lips… then gently over them… then wandered all the way up towards my ass until he was nearly touching me someplace I’d never been touched before. I blushed as he played with me delicately, but I didn’t say anything – I just moaned and gripped the sheets in anticipation and let him do whatever he wanted with my body.

  At the same time his right hand was gliding over my thighs and pussy and ass, the left hand was lightly brushing across my entire back, from the base of my spine up to my shoulder blades.

  I shivered with delight as I felt him sensually tickle my neck with one hand and gently caress my pussy with the other.

  I couldn’t take any more.

  “Please,” I begged him.

  “Please what?” he asked, amused – although he knew damn well what.

  “Take me,” I pleaded.

  He smiled and moved me onto the bed, then stood up and began to undress. I sat there silently, hypnotized by the slowly unfolding strip tease.

  I watched as he undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one… then unbuckled his belt… let his pants fall to the floor… then pulled off his boxers. His cock stood straight at attention, the tip already slick and shining with his pre-cum.

  I lifted my arms as he pulled my dress over my head, then undid my strapless bra and tossed it to the floor.

  He crawled into bed beside me, lay down on his back, and then guided me to a sitting position on top of him. As I straddled his legs, he held his cock at the base and angled it up for me. I touched his shaft to my clit and shivered with pleasure, then very slowly lowered myself down onto him.

  I gasped as I took his head inside me. He was wet and I was soaked, so it slid in with little resistance – except for how big he was. His first inch alone pressed tightly against my lips. I slowly eased myself down, taking more of him inside me.

  I loved watching him as I did it. His eyes never left my pussy – it was like he was hypnotized, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me.

  Before I was even halfway down his cock I started to come. All that foreplay and teasing had left me a quivering ball of desire, and having him inside me triggered it easily.

  It was a light orgasm, nothing earth shattering, but it filled my entire body with blissful, sweet waves of pleasure. I moaned as I sank farther down, fingering my clit to heighten my bliss.

  When he was all the way inside me, he pulled me down on top of him, my breasts against his chest. We kissed, slow and lingering, as his hands gently caressed my back and ass. One hand slipped between my legs, and his fingers touched my pussy lips stretched tight around his base, massaging me, playing with me.

  He began forcing me to move by pushing and pulling on my hips, slowly sliding me up and down his lovely cock. We kissed some more, our tongues playing hot and wet over each other as he lazily directed the motion of my body with his hands.

  Everything was so warm and sensual. I felt almost like I was buzzed – but no alcohol. Just the pleasure of his body, and his kisses, and from having him inside me.

  He began to rock his hips back and forth as he moved my waist. His cock plunged deeper one second, then slid halfway out, then eased back inside me. I moaned blissfully.

  “Sit up as far as you can, but still keep me inside you,” he ordered.

  I got up on my knees and pushed up from his body until I only had a few inches of him left inside me.

  “Turn around so you’re in reverse cowgirl.”

  It took some maneuvering – and a little bit of laughter on both our parts – but I did as he told me to, never letting him slip out of me. Once I was in place, I started to ease down again.

  Oh, THAT felt different –

  But he wasn’t finished.

  “Lie down so your back is against my chest,” he commanded.

  I straightened out my legs and laid down gingerly against his body.

  “Mmm,” he murmured in my ear as his hands reached around me and cupped my breasts.

  I just lay there, luxuriating in him taking pleasure in my body.

  Eventually he began to move again, rocking his hips back and forth.

  This time, though, because of the angle, his cock was rubbing right against my g-spot. Very firmly, I might add, though it was all slow and sensual.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, then closed my eyes.

  He began to lick and nibble my ear as he tweaked my nipples lightly – all the while continuing to rock back and forth inside me.

  The pressure was insanely pleasurable. I worked with him, rocking my hips too, making sure he pressed oh yes, YES, right THERE when he slowly eased inside me.

  The feelings of impending orgasm began to build in my pussy again. I moved my fingers down and began to rub my clit in time with his long, sensual strokes.

  His hands on my breasts – his fingers lightly pinching my nipples – his whispering breath in my ear – my throbbing cli
t – that glorious cock inside me, pleasuring me, rubbing right there, right there, that spot so good right there –

  I screamed out loud as I came, powerful contractions wracking my body, and felt a flood of warmth and wetness trickle out of me all over his cock.

  Oh my God, THAT’S never happened before!

  I felt incredibly self-conscious, but I didn’t have much time for that, because as my orgasm tapered off, he started to thrust faster. Deeper. Harder.

  Within 30 seconds I was crying out, “Oh God, oh fuck, I’m coming again – ”

  Again, that insane feeling of release and wetness.

  He didn’t stop. In fact, he only sped up. He kept thrusting harder, his hands clutching my breasts, and now he was biting my neck, delicious pain mixed with pleasure –

  My last orgasm hadn’t even ended when the next one started. Pressure, overwhelming crazy tension, release, trickling wetness –

  My back arched and I screamed.

  He was frenzied now – his cock slamming into me, so deep, so incredibly hot, made easier by all my wetness. His hands clutched my chest and stomach as I arched against him. He was biting my neck, my shoulder, grunting and groaning as I kept on screaming –

  And then, just as I started to come again, I felt him spasm inside me. Suddenly bigger, thicker, filling me up even more.

  I lost it. I was babbling in tongues, I was coming so hard. All that wetness – all that pressure – my body felt like it was one long, continuous wave of bliss, shuddering and shaking in ecstasy –

  And then he slowed down as my own waves began to subside. His cock still moved inside me deliciously, but not as fast or as insistent. I lay there trembling and moaning on his chest, and he went back to kissing me gently, caressing my breasts and nipples, and breathing lightly in my ear.

  We stayed like that for another few minutes… slowly moving in and out, squeezing the last few blissful contractions out of our bodies.

  He slowly pulled out and we lay next to each other, lazily kissing and touching each other’s bodies in a haze of blissful contentment.

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  I snuggled up against his body. “Oh my God… that was amazing…”

  Ian grinned. “We should go to other people’s weddings more often.”

  And hear that you love me? I’m in!

  But as soon as I thought it, I had a pang of remorse.

  Should I tell him?

  Why not? It had all ended well, right? And I would feel bad keeping secrets from him… I didn’t like when he did it to me with his ex wife…

  I giggled. My actions seemed so silly now in retrospect. “About that… I… I have a confession to make…”

  “What – you really didn’t want to go, you just wanted to subject me to a bunch of boring social interactions?”

  “No…” I said, then buried my head self-consciously in the crook of his arm. “God, I feel so stupid…”

  Now he was curious. “What?”

  “Remember that really hot girl at the wedding?”

  “Which one?”

  I propped myself up on my elbow and gave him a look. Give me a BREAK.

  He smiled. “Okay, okay – yeah, I think I know the one you’re talking about. What about her?”

  “She was Aisha’s friend.”

  “She was?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Huh – that’s a crazy coincidence.”

  “…it wasn’t a coincidence.”

  His brow furrowed the slightest bit. “What do you mean?”

  “Aisha called her and asked her to come.”

  “Oh, that’s fine – Jim and Mina are rich, they can – ”

  I blurted out, “Aisha called her so she would come hit on you and see if you were interested in her.”

  Ian stared at me silently for a second.

  “…that was a test?”

  I clutched one balled-up fist to my mouth and winced. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  I expected him to frown and scold me, or roll his eyes, or groan – I mean, I expected him to be a little mad.

  I didn’t expect what happened next at all.

  He pulled away, his face blank. He sat up with his legs off the side of the bed and his back towards me.

  “…babe?” I asked, frightened.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” he said, his voice low and emotionless.

  I cringed. “I’m sorry, I know I should have trusted you – ”

  When the anger came, it was sudden and powerful. And because I couldn’t see his face, it made it all the more scary. “YEAH, you should have.”

  I started to panic. “I’m sorry! I saw you kissing your ex-wife – ”

  Ian whipped around. His face was ugly with rage. “I didn’t kiss her!”

  Now I was getting angry. “I SAW you!”

  “She kissed ME!”

  “Like there’s a difference?!”

  “YEAH – I pushed her away as soon as she did it!”

  “I…”

  I didn’t stay to see that part, so I couldn’t say anything.

  The worst part was, this was starting to feel very déjà vu.

  When I realized how similar this was to past conversations with Rick, I felt nauseated.

  Not again… please, not again…

  “Look, I’m sorry, okay?! My fiancé cheated on me, and then I saw you kissing another woman, and you’re so goddamn mysterious all the time – disappearing and talking to people, and you wouldn’t let me walk around with you – ”

  “So you tried to frame me because I talked to people?!” he snarled.

  “I didn’t try to frame you!”

  “Well what would YOU call it, then?!”

  I was about to speak – but I paused and closed my eyes in pain.

  “…entrapment.”

  I realized I sounded just like my father when he corrected me on legal terms.

  Now there was a whole other level of Ew at play.

  I’d tried to ensnare him in wrongdoing…

  I was acting like my dad…

  And instead of finding out if Ian was doing something dishonest, I’d been the one who’d acted sketchily.

  But was what I did REALLY all that bad?

  Was it enough to warrant THIS reaction?!

  “I’m sorry, it was wrong – I was just – why are you so angry?” I pleaded.

  “Because you don’t trust me!”

  “I don’t know you! I don’t know what you did before I met you, I don’t know where you came from – ”

  He stood up and nearly shouted, “I told you everything today!”

  “I learned a little about your company and your ex-wife – but I feel like there’s so much you’re not telling me!”

  He suddenly became icy. “What I choose to tell you is my business.”

  Oh God…

  We were back to the whole hot/cold thing again.

  I turned away and mumbled to myself, “I can’t believe this… I was so happy…”

  You said you loved me…

  “I’ve got to get out of here.” He reached for his clothes, which were in a pile on the floor.

  I turned around and watched him dress. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. “Please don’t do this – I know I was wrong, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry – ”

  He threw on his shirt without buttoning it, stuffed his cell phone and keys in his pocket, and gathered up his shoes and jacket in his hands. “I’ll call you later.”

  I threw on my robe and followed him as he walked out of my bedroom. “Please, please don’t go – not like this – please, Ian, I’m begging you.”

  “We’ll talk about it later,” he said, then opened my front door –

  Lo and behold, there were my parents on the front porch.

  They stood there in shock, eyes open wide, staring at the scruffy man in front of them with bare feet and his shirt open.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  First Rick, now this.

  “Why does this keep
happening to me?!” I asked out loud.

  I wanted to shut the door and tell them all to go to hell – Ian included – but I couldn’t.

  I was sick and tired of jerks making my life miserable. Ian included.

  So I tightened the belt on my robe and stepped forth into battle.

  94

  Ian

  I was so incredibly angry when I flung open Katie’s door that it took me a second to realize who the 50-something couple were standing in front of me.

  Their identities clicked as soon as the old man’s eyes locked on mine and he started to scowl. He looked like he wanted to shoot me right there on the spot.

  He turned to Katie and said with withering disgust, “After all your accusations about Richard cheating on you, come to find out your morals aren’t any better!”

  “I’m not WITH Rick anymore!” Katie shouted. “I can sleep with whoever I want!”

  Katie’s father looked around like he was embarrassed. “Keep your voice down. ”

  “What do you care?” Katie raged. “You don’t know anybody around here!”

  “Thank God for that – a bunch of winos and bums and other social inferiors. And apparently you’re – you’re seeing one.”

  I laughed.

  It was just too funny, on so many different levels.

  For one thing, his language. He apparently couldn’t say ‘fucking,’ although it was his daughter we were talking about, so I had to give him a pass on that one. But ‘sleeping with’ would have worked just fine. ‘Seeing’ sounded like he was outraged we were courtin’.

  If he only knew who this ‘social inferior’ was that his daughter was ‘seeing’…

  As soon as I laughed, the old guy’s face turned a mottled red. “You think something’s funny?”

  “Yeah – you. What, did you step out of 1952 or something?”

  “No, Kansas,” Katie grumbled.

  “Oh yeah…”

  Her father fixed me with one of the most cutting looks of contempt I’d ever seen in my life. “I’m not going to sit here and take that kind of derision from a BUM.”