Take Me To The Beach

by K. L. Grayson, Karina Halle, A. L. Jackson, Marni Mann, Monica Murphy, Devney Perry, Kristen Proby, Rachel Van Dyken

  Brett

  As James thought about my question, her hungry eyes stared into mine. She wanted more than my voice; I could tell that by the way she looked at me. Fuck, I could tell that from when she had been gawking at me at the bar. I hadn’t been able to walk over and give her attention out there.

  I could now.

  “Answer me,” I demanded.

  She blinked, her lashes so long that the movement was delayed.

  My free hand wrapped around her neck, and I used my thumb to hold her chin up. Soft, perfect skin, not a single flaw anywhere on her face.

  That was because she was only eighteen.

  Eighteen.

  And that was twelve goddamn years younger than me.

  Jesus, what the hell am I doing? If the guys and Scarlett were here, they’d give me so much shit.

  James’s mouth opened, her natural, pouty lips fucking tempting me. The tip of her tongue swept across her bottom teeth, and I could picture her doing the same to my cock, circling the crown and then surrounding it to suck.

  Maybe her age—for tonight—was something I could overlook.

  I held her tighter as I rubbed my nose over her cheek. Her skin smelled of pears, her hair like raspberries. “This will help you decide.”

  My lips touched hers, and she let out the softest groan.

  She leaned forward, pressing her body onto mine, a hand now snaking up my stomach and moving toward my chest. When she got to the back of my head, I pulled away.

  Her eyes were slow to open, but as they did, the hunger turned feral.

  All we’d shared was a kiss.

  I hadn’t touched her body, hadn’t put my mouth below her neck.

  I hadn’t even called her by her name.

  I wanted more than my lips on hers. I wanted her naked. I wanted my tongue on her body and her nails stabbing my back.

  I wanted to hear her moan my name.

  “Come home with me,” I said.

  My hand dropped from the wall, and I cupped her other cheek, looking from one eye to the other, trying to see her thoughts. There was a war going on in there, and I wanted to ease it. So, I pressed my lips behind her ear and kissed all the way around it until I reached her cheek.

  “Mmm,” she breathed.

  “I just want to taste you.”

  “Brett…”

  Fuck, I love the sound of that.

  “What do you want, James?”

  “I want to leave with you.”

  I had to be sure, so I growled, “Say it again.”

  She tried to stand taller to kiss me, and I let her get one in but stopped her after a few seconds.

  “Again, James, or the only place I’m taking you is to find your friend.”

  “I want to go home with you. Right now.”

  I was holding her with so much force, I knew I could be hurting her, but my need to have her was greater than the control I was trying to exhibit.

  “I have a car waiting out back,” I said.

  Before catching her, I had been on my way out to hit up another spot, meeting with clients at both bars. But, as I’d been walking past her toward the door, she’d tripped, and I’d grabbed her before she could fall. Now, I didn’t want to take another step unless my hands were somewhere on her.

  “What are we waiting for then?”

  I’d tasted booze on her lips, and I wanted to make sure she could move on her own, that she didn’t have more than a strong buzz, or I wouldn’t be taking her anywhere. So, I took a step back toward the door, giving her enough space that she’d have to walk.

  “You good?”

  She followed without so much as a wobble and said, “Let me just text Eve and let her know.”

  She pulled out her phone, and I watched her fingers hit the screen. Then, she slid her cell back into the bag and shut it. “Ready.”

  I connected our bodies, holding her waist again, thinking of the distance between here and my car. “Do you want me to carry you?”

  “If that means we’ll get there faster, then yes.”

  I wrapped an arm under her knees and another around her back, and I picked her up. I held her against my chest as I brought her through the door and into the alley behind the bar.

  The SUV was close to the exit, the engine already running.

  The driver opened the backseat door, and I placed James inside and said, “Home,” to him before I climbed in.

  “I never knew you could go out that way,” she said as she settled in her seat. “Man, do you know how many ugly shots that could have saved me? The paps park right outside the front, and the photos they take late at night can be so unflattering. You have no idea what it’s like when the world sees you at your worst.”

  I was in the industry; I understood how it worked.

  She obviously didn’t know that.

  “Do you live far from here?” she asked.

  Her body was leaning into mine, shivering from the air-conditioning vent blowing right above her. I pointed the air in the opposite direction, and my other hand went into her hair, pulling her face toward mine.

  “A couple of miles,” I hissed against her lips, parting them for me.

  The cranberry juice she’d mixed with her vodka tasted so fucking sweet on her tongue. If she gave me any more of it, I was going to shred her dress right here, dip my face between her legs, and lick her cunt.

  Fuck, I couldn’t wait to taste that pussy and see if it was as sweet as the juice.

  This driver needed to step on it.

  I wasn’t a patient man.

  As if she sensed that, she pulled back just a little, and I bit into her bottom lip, holding it, tugging it, before I said, “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Finally releasing her, I turned my attention to her neck, smelling, kissing, gnawing the skin that led to her ear.

  “Oh my God,” she groaned, and she tried to slide her fingers through the slots between the buttons of my shirt.

  She went lower, brushing back and forth across my cock, and that was when I shackled her wrists in my hand.

  “Please,” she whined.

  “You’re going to get it all fucking night; don’t you worry.”

  We pulled into the front of my high-rise and came to a stop, and I opened the back door.

  “I’ve got it, sir,” the driver said.

  “I’m good,” I replied, sliding James into my arms and carrying her out.

  The doorman didn’t greet me by name, a sign that he was new, but held the door open for us, and I took us through the lobby and into the elevator.

  James’s tongue traced the outline of my ear as I pressed the button for my floor and settled us against the back wall.

  “Make it hurry,” she breathed.

  My thoughts were the same.

  When we got to my floor, I rushed us down the short hallway and waved my fob over the reader. It clicked as it unlocked, and I brought us into the bedroom, setting James on her feet right by the bed.

  I stood in front of her and said, “Turn around.”

  I waited until her back faced me, and then I kissed across it while I lowered the zipper at the same time. She turned again when I was done, and she let the dress fall to the floor.

  The only thing she wore now was the pair of black heels.

  No bra, no panties.

  I leaned back to admire her body. She had tits that were no bigger than my palms, nipples that were small and hard, and a bare pussy with the sweetest fucking clit at the top.

  “Jesus Christ,” I moaned. She went to take the heels off, and I said, “Hell no. Keep them on.”

  I looped my finger into the Windsor knot and pulled it loose. Before I had it off, James fisted both ends of my tie and used them to pull me toward her. The movement caused my lips to slam against hers, and the tie slithered down my chest, followed by the buttons from my shirt that she had torn apart.

  She wanted my cock.

  She was getting my tongue first.

  I slipped my arms out of
the shirt, dropped the pants, socks, and shoes, and then I guided her onto the bed. Her head hit the middle of the mattress, and I bent her knees, spreading them wide, my face diving between them.

  “Ahhh!” she screamed as I licked her clit.

  Her cunt tasted even sexier than her mouth.

  Usually, I’d take my time with it. Lapping it, teasing her, until she begged, until she dug her nails into my scalp and screamed for more pressure.

  Not tonight.

  Tonight was about learning her pussy, swallowing all of her wetness, and leaving some of my own. I memorized this view, so this would be the image I saw when I got on the plane tomorrow morning and closed my eyes to sleep through the long flight.

  I inserted a finger and then a second one, licking with the same speed as I was finger-fucking her.

  “Brett,” she groaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

  I clenched her ass and lifted her higher on the bed, giving me enough room to reach the nightstand where I grabbed a condom and ripped it open with my teeth.

  “My God,” she said as I pulled down my boxer briefs, my cock springing free now that nothing was holding it back. Her eyes widened as she watched me roll the rubber over it.

  I knew better than to slam right into her.

  I wouldn’t break her.

  She’d learn that soon enough.

  “Your body…” Her eyes finally left my dick and rose past my abs to my chest and back down. “It’s insane.”

  Kneeling in front of her, I put her legs over my shoulders, gripped her ass, and aimed my cock at her entrance. She was so wet, my crown slipped right in.

  “Fuck,” I hissed as I pushed in another inch. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  My fingers moved to her clit, rubbing it as I went in a little deeper. Her moans told me she could handle it. So, still going slow, I sank in further. When I was almost all the way in, I stopped to let her spread around me.

  She was so fucking turned on, her pussy was pulsing, her clit hardening the more I circled it.

  I waited several seconds, and then I reared back and gently thrust in. As she got used to my size, I felt her start to relax, and I went in a little harder.

  “More!” she yelled.

  And I knew she was close.

  I wanted her to come but not here.

  I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the closest wall. Using it to hold her weight, I now had full access to her pussy, and it was dripping all over my balls. The short hairs above my cock were positioned against her clit, giving her the same kind of friction as my finger. When she felt it, she groaned.

  My speed increased, letting the power in my legs take control.

  I was going deeper, harder, my balls tightening more with each pump.

  “Yesss,” she cried out.

  And I felt her clench around my dick.

  I twisted my hips as I plunged in and growled, “Come.”

  She shuddered immediately, her pussy constricting around me, her moan so loud that it vibrated through my body.

  I didn’t stop.

  I drove straight through her orgasm, and when I felt her calm, I moved us over to the bed. I sat with my back against the headboard and barked, “Ride me until I come.”

  She pressed her hands on my chest and worked her body up and down. I loved watching the lips of her cunt spread as it swallowed my cock, the way her tits bounced with each stroke, how her flat stomach flexed, how her head fell back as I reached a spot that felt so good.

  “Faster,” I commanded.

  She kept me inside but rocked her hips back and forth.

  I put a thumb on her clit, flicking it, and another on her nipple. “That’s it, James.”

  Her pussy began to contract around me.

  “You’re going to come again; I can feel it.”

  A tingling sensation spread through my balls. “Shit,” I roared, “you’re so tight, you’re sucking the cum out of me.” I leaned forward to take her nipple into my mouth, biting around it as my first load shot into the condom.

  “Oh God,” she cried, her stomach quivering, telling me she was at the peak.

  I gripped her ass and tilted my hips, giving her a few more thrusts until the only movement was our breathing.

  Gently, I pulled her off me and set her on the bed, dipping my face down to her thighs. As I tried to separate them, she fought me.

  That was when I looked up and said, “It’ll feel good if I lick it, especially if you’re sore.”

  She released the tension in her muscles, and I positioned my lips over her cunt, swiping up to her clit and down until I got close to her ass.

  “Breeett,” she moaned, gripping my hair, yanking it between her fingers. “You’re going to make me come again.”

  I knew that would be the result, but putting my mouth here was more for me than her. I hadn’t gotten enough of it earlier, and because I didn’t know if I’d ever get to taste it again, I wanted to stay right here until my tongue felt raw.

  Several hours later, I slipped out of bed and took a shower, putting on a fresh suit once I dried. Since I kept a wardrobe here, I didn’t need to travel with a suitcase. The housekeeper made sure my place was clean, and she laundered all my clothes.

  Finishing up in the bathroom, I squirted gel into my hair and worked it through the strands. Then, I sprayed some cologne on my neck. When I came out, James was still in the same position, lying on her stomach near the middle of the bed. The blanket only covered the lower part of her back, showing the outline of that perfect fucking ass.

  Damn it, I wish I had time to taste her again.

  I walked over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

  She stirred, her eyes slowly opening, and she rolled onto her back. As soon as the air hit her nipples, they turned hard. “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “Home.”

  She rubbed the corners of her eyes, looking briefly around the bedroom. “Home? You mean, this isn’t your place?”

  “It is.”

  She pulled the blanket up to her neck. “Where’s home then?”

  “Miami.”

  I took the piece of paper out of my pocket that I’d written on when I got out of the shower and set it next to her on the bed. “That’s my number.” I moved toward the bedroom door and said, “When you’re ready to go, hit nine on the phone on the nightstand, and that’ll call the doorman. All you have to do is give him your name. By the time you get downstairs, my driver will be waiting for you.”

  She sat up, holding the blanket against her.

  She was even gorgeous the morning after.

  “When will I see you again?”

  I narrowed my lids, taking in the last of her face, memorizing the way she stared at me, the way her body looked in my bed. “When I’m back in LA,” I said, and I shut the door behind me.

  James

  Me: You’re not going to believe what happened last night.

  Eve: Where are you?

  Me: Getting a ride home.

  Eve: From where?

  Me: Some building near The Beverly Hilton, I think.

  Eve: Start talking.

  Me: I had the most insane sex. INSANE.

  Eve: With whom?

  Me: A guy from the bar. His name’s Brett.

  Eve: I know a million of those.

  Me: Not like this one, I promise.

  Eve: What’s his last name?

  Me: I don’t know.

  Eve: Remember when you said you weren’t interested in another rebound? I’m glad you didn’t listen to yourself.

  Me: I remember you telling me, when Abel and I broke up, that the best way to get over a guy was to get under another one. Consider this round two.

  Eve: I’m LOLing so hard right now. God, I give the best advice. When do I get to meet him?

  Me: Eh, he doesn’t live here.

  Eve: He lives…

  Me: Miami.

  Eve: Jesus.

  Me: But it was insane
. Insane. Insane. Insane.

  Eve: Then, who the fuck cares where he lives?

  Me: Exactly.

  Eve: I need details. Brunch?

  Me: I’ll meet you on Melrose in an hour.

  Eve: That’s my bitch.

  Brett

  I held on to the railing and rushed up the short staircase, ducking my head so that I wouldn’t bump it when I stepped inside the private plane.

  “Mr. Young,” the flight attendant said as I straightened, “it’s nice to have you back.”

  “Morning.” I took a seat mid-plane, opening my computer and setting it on the table in front of me.

  She stood in the aisle next to me. “Can I get you your usual to drink?”

  “Please,” I replied, taking a grape off the fruit tray and popping it into my mouth as I watched my email load.

  There was so much fucking work waiting for me back in Miami. I knew my team was on top of it. I knew they were as productive there as I had been in LA. But I also knew that, after tonight, I would be putting in some long hours at the office.

  Scanning the subject line of each email, I read what was important and trashed all the bullshit. When I made it through about a quarter of the list, I opened a new email, addressed it to my support staff, and typed.

  I met with Smith last night at the Chateau Marmont. He’s ready to sign. Have legal prepare the contract, using the numbers we discussed yesterday, and run it through Scarlett’s department, so they can get it into the billing system.

  BMW is shopping for a new face for their print and commercial ad campaigns. Smith will be perfect for them. Put together a pitch and include his press materials. It’s a $15-million-dollar contract, and I want it awarded to The Agency, so have it done by the time I return.

  Jack thinks he’s got this month in the bag. Let’s make sure he doesn’t.

  “Here you go,” the flight attendant said as she set a Bloody Mary on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”