Breaking Through the Waves

by E. L. Todd

  Henry opened his laptop again. “She won’t bother you, Syd. Both Coen and me have your back. Don’t worry about it.”

  She smiled. “Okay.”

  After they finished their afternoon classes, Henry and Sydney walked to the parking lot.

  “You wanna hang out today?” she asked.

  “Uh, I guess.”

  “We can swim in the ocean.”

  “No,” he said quickly.

  “Why?”

  He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t like seeing you in a swimsuit.”

  “Oh.” The meaning dawned on her. “Oh.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I can wear something else.”

  “That would be appreciated.”

  “So you still want to hang out with me?”

  “Yeah. But I need to get ready for my date right afterwards.”

  “Where are you taking her?”

  “The Tiki Diner.”

  “That’s not very romantic.”

  “Well, I don’t want to be too serious. We’re just hanging out. I’m not going to kiss her or anything.”

  “I guess.”

  “So you want me to come now?”

  She looked over his shoulder and saw Coen approaching them. His backpack was on his shoulder and his shirt was pulled against his chest, showing the lines of his pectoral muscles. When she imagined him naked, she felt the moisture start to seep from between her legs. “How about in an hour?”

  “Okay.”

  “Hour and a half,” she added quickly.

  “That works too. I’ll see you then.” He turned away and walked to his car.

  Coen reached her but didn’t touch her because Henry was still in their vicinity. “Hey.”

  “Come over,” she said bluntly.

  “Well, I have to go to work soon and do some studying.”

  “Just a quickie.”

  His eyes lit up. “You get straight to the point.”

  “I don’t care. I want you.”

  “Let’s do it.”

  “Henry is coming over in an hour so you need to be gone by then.”

  “What are you guys doing?”

  “Swimming.”

  “What will you be wearing?”

  “Long shorts and a swim shirt.”

  He nodded his head in approval. “No reason to torture the guy.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll head over now.”

  “Okay,” she said as she climbed into her Jeep. After she left the parking lot, she kept thinking about being with him and just the thought made her want to explode. She went to the clinic that morning and got her pills but they still had to wait a week before it was safe. When she parked her car, Coen pulled up beside her.

  Without speaking, they both walked into the house then shut the door behind them.

  He pushed her against the wall and pressed his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue in with no preamble whatsoever. She moaned and slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling the grooves of his stomach. His hands moved under her bra and squeezed her tits while he pressed his hard cock against her thigh.

  She was ready to go, had been ready all day, so she pulled him toward her bedroom, kissing the entire way. They bumped into the walls and knocked down a few picture frames but neither one seemed to notice. When they got into her bedroom, his pants were around his ankles and her shirt and bra were gone.

  She ripped off the rest of his clothes without being gentle, just kissing his lips or his body. His free cock rubbed against her as she moved, liquid escaping from the tip. When he pulled off her pants and underwear, he kneeled and kissed the area between her legs. She yelped as if she was in pain. Her skin was blazing with heat and just the slightest touch made her tremble.

  He guided her to the bed and climbed on top of her. She grabbed the condom and opened it while he adjusted her legs, pulling her hips toward him. His hips pulsed as she slid the condom onto his large size. He was breathing heavily, panting as the latex enclosed him completely. She pulled the tip up so he had plenty of room to come. They both knew how the other wanted it. It was unnecessary to ask.

  He slipped inside her with a single movement, reaching her all the way into the back.

  “Yeah,” she said into his mouth.

  He immediately started to fuck her hard. When she scratched him with her nails, almost drawing blood, he knew she loved how fast he was pounding into her. The headboard slammed into the wall, denting the wood, but Coen didn’t care. All he cared about was feeling his dick slide in and out while he looked at her. He had too many fuckings to count, but being with Sydney was the most satisfying experience he ever had. His aggressive need to fuck without thinking was met, but his heart was numbed in happiness when he made love to her. She gave him everything he ever needed. He tried to satisfy her but she never seemed to be sated. When he gave everything to her, she still wanted more. There was nothing left to give but he kept trying to fulfill her need for him. A girl had never wanted him this bad before. It was like he was air that she needed to breathe.

  Her tits rocked back and forth and he moved inside her as quickly as he could. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly as she screamed for him, moaning his name incoherently. His skin became tender as his dick twitched in anticipation of his orgasm. She made it so hard not to come because she felt so good. Hearing her beg him to fuck her even harder just made it more challenging.

  When she grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper inside of her, fucking him from below as hard as he fucked her from above, he knew she was about to come. Her chest turned red and her nipples hardened as her breathing became loud gasps. The pleasure was so much that she couldn’t bottle it all inside. Her nails dug into his skin as she exploded. Coen kept up the pace to make her moment last as long as possible. When he felt the increased moisture surround him, he knew she was done. Her head lay back as she regained her composure, still breathing like she ran a marathon. The sweat trickled to the area between her beasts, forming a small pool. Unable to stop himself, he licked it away.

  She grabbed him then turned him over, straddling him in one fluid motion. She started to ride him while his hips relaxed. When he grabbed her waist, she pulled his hands off and pinned them behind his head. She rode him slowly, taking him all the way in then pulling him out. He moaned as he lay there, feeling her do all the work. When she leaned over, her tits were directly in his face. Strands of her hair fell on his shoulder as she moved on top of him. She looked too beautiful to last long. After a few strokes, he felt his orgasm start. His breathing increased and gasps escaped his lips.

  She suddenly stopped until the tingling disappeared.

  He moaned in frustration.

  She inserted him again and started to ride him the same way, bringing him right back to the point of release. When he felt the formation inside his balls, she pulled him out again.

  “Stop,” he begged. “Let me come.”

  She kissed his forehead. “You will.” She sheathed him again.

  In a matter of seconds, he was ready to come again. The pleasure started to prickle his skin. He was almost there. Just a few more strokes and he would finally come. “Please.”

  She moved over him, making every stroke as tantalizing as the last. “Come.”

  His hips bucked forward as the strongest orgasm he ever had in his life shot through him, electrifying every single inch of his skin. He even felt it in his nose and his toes. Gasping for breath, he leaned his head back as the come shot out of him, filling the entire tip of the condom. His was shaking, unable to hold all the pleasure he was feeling. He was breathless, winded as he lay still, looking up at her.

  She smiled at him then rubbed her nose against his.

  “Mwah.”

  “I love you too.” She ran her fingers through his hair then rubbed his chest.

  “Holy fucking shit.”

  “So you liked that, I take it?”

  “Fuck yeah. I’ve never come harder in my life.”

 
She leaned back then pulled him out before she pulled the used condom off then threw it in the trash.

  “When can we stop using condoms?”

  “One week.”

  “It’s gonna take me a while before I can build up my tolerance.”

  “Then we have to have lots of sex.”

  “Yeah.”

  She snuggled next to him. “I want to fuck again before you go.”

  “I don’t think I can. That took everything out of me.”

  She pouted. “I need something to hold me over until tonight.”

  “What’s tonight?”

  “You’re coming over, right?”

  “To visit or just to fuck?”

  “You can do either, but I was referring to the fucking. And can we do it before school every morning?”

  He stared at her, incredulous. “So three times a day, every day?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Damn. I thought orgasms were supposed to satisfy you, not spur you on.”

  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said sadly.

  “It’s not that,” he said quickly. “I’ve just never been with a woman who’s wanted me so much.”

  “I’m in love with you. I need you inside me all the time.”

  “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he climbed on top of her, pulling her hips to him. Without another word, he pressed his lips against her clitoris and kissed it gently. Her fingers fisted his hair as he licked her, circling the nub with precision. He hated giving head and hardly ever did with other girls, but he enjoyed doing it with Sydney. The joy on her face as he made her legs shake made him harder than a nail. When he slipped his tongue inside her, she started to moan even louder. His dick twitched as it sprang to life. When he thought he couldn’t get aroused again, she always proved him wrong. Her moans and shouts made him pull away. He grabbed another condom and slipped it on.

  She eyed his cock as he prepared himself to enter. He moved back on top of her and pressed his forehead against hers. He was back inside her instantly, exactly where he belonged. She grabbed his shoulders and tensed as he moved inside her. Her breaths filled his mouth as he rocked her gently.

  When she gripped his upper arms, he knew she was about to explode. She was already charged so much she thought her body would give out because it was unable to handle all the emotions she felt.

  Coen kissed the skin over her heart then returned to her. “You’re the love of my life.”

  She started panting, gripping him harder. “Coen.”

  “Come with me.”

  She gripped his back and forced him further inside her, ready to unleash. When her mouth flew open with a scream, he let himself go, imagining he was filling her, not the inside of the latex. She repeated his name as she rode her high. When Coen was finished, his body shook in exhaustion. Lovemaking always took more out of him than fucking because his heart bled so much. He gave himself to her entirely, letting her envelope him completely. He gave Audrey a part of his heart, but he gave Sydney the entire thing, plus the rest of him. Without her, he was nothing.

  She lay back and held him to her, calming down from her high as he tried to catch his breath. He kissed her on the forehead.

  “You knock the wind out of me every time.”

  “Oops.”

  He rubbed his nose against hers. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “I can tell.”

  “And I can tell you feel the same way.”

  “More than you will ever know.”

  He looked at the clock and sighed. “I should go.”

  She groaned. “I don’t want you to.”

  “Do you really want Henry to see me? I think it’s pretty obvious what we were just doing.”

  “You’re right.”

  He pulled on his clothes then fixed his hair in the mirror.

  She pulled on her swimsuit then her board shorts and a shirt. He nodded in approval when he saw her. “Coen, can I ask you something?”

  “You don’t need to ask. You are always welcome to ask me whatever you want.”

  “Does Audrey still come to you for training?”

  “No. Ever since I told my boss she lied on her application, she isn’t allowed to work with a personal trainer.”

  “Well, does she still bother you?”

  “I thought you didn’t want to know?”

  “I changed my mind,” she said quietly.

  “She’s come to my apartment a few times, wearing a jacket with nothing underneath. The only reason I know that is because she flashed me before I slammed the door in her face. She still calls me randomly, sometimes it’s late at night. She still sends me naked—”

  “Okay. Stop.”

  He looked at her. “I’m sorry. You told me you wanted to know.”

  “I want her to leave you alone.”

  “I do too, baby. She’ll stop bothering me eventually. After we’ve been together for a while, she’ll give up and find someone else.”

  “Maybe I can hook Aaron up with her.”

  “Well, they probably already slept together. I doubt he wants to repeat that.”

  “Well, I’m desperate.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead against hers. “You never have to worry about something happening between us—ever. I don’t even drink or eat around her because I can’t trust her. I’m yours.”

  She sighed. “I trust you. I’m just getting tired of it.”

  “I understand. It would drive me crazy too.”

  She said nothing.

  “You could beat her up and scare her off,” he said with a smile. “Claim your territory.”

  “Violence solves nothing.”

  “Just this one time.”

  “No. That isn’t why I trained.”

  “So you learned to fight so you could kill your stepfather and stepbrother?”

  “No. I did it to defend myself. When I see them again, they won’t be able to touch me.”

  “If you see them again—which will be never. I refuse to let that happen.”

  She said nothing.

  He released his hold then walked to the front door. “I should get going.”

  “You’re coming back, right?”

  “That depends. Can I have a drawer?”

  She smiled. “You can have as many drawers as you want.”

  “And can I leave my stuff here?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then, yes, I’ll be back.”

  “Please sleep with me.”

  He kissed her forehead. “I’ll sleep with you every night, okay?”

  She breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry. I just don’t have nightmares when I’m with you. I don’t mean to be so needy.”

  “I love it when you’re needy.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. Don’t ever worry about that.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Now I really have to go. We’re cutting it close.”

  “Okay.” She gave him a quick kiss and he walked out the door, jumping into his car. A few minutes after he left, Henry pulled into the driveway. That was good timing.

  “Hey,” he said as he approached her. “Ready to hit the beach?”

  “Yep,” she said as she threw him a towel.

  They walked down to the coast and immediately jumped in the water, feeling the sand from the ocean floor.

  “Are we swimming with whales today?”

  “I haven’t seen them lately,” she said sadly.

  “Does Coen know you’re crazy?”

  She smiled. “Yes.”

  “Poor guy.”

  She splashed water into his face and he splashed it back. “So, do you know what your moves are tonight?”

  “Moves? I don’t have moves.”

  “Then what do you do?”

  He shrugged. “I kiss a girl if I like her. I ask to take her back to my place if I want to fuck her an
d never call her again.”

  She was quiet for a moment. “I can’t see you doing that.”

  “That’s because I’m always a nice guy around you. Also, I hardly ever do that, and when I do, she’s perfectly aware of my intentions. It surprises me how many women are interested in casual sex.”

  “That surprises me too.”

  He floated on the water, riding the waves. “So, how are things between you and Coen?”

  “Good.”

  “Give me more than that, Syd.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You can talk to me about him like you would talk about anyone else. You don’t have to hold back because of my feelings.”

  She looked at the ocean floor and saw a shell. She moved away so she wouldn’t crush it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I can’t hurt more than I already am.”

  Her face contorted in a grimace.

  He sighed then swam over to her. “This is a good thing. I’m moving on without any regrets. I want us to be back to normal. Obviously, it’s going to be awkward for a while, but if we just act normal then it will be normal eventually.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I care about you and what happens in your life. You don’t have to hide anything from me. And I don’t care if you’re affectionate with Coen at school. You don’t have to tone it down for me.”

  “I can’t believe how selfless you are.”

  He shook his head. “That couldn’t be further from the truth. I want you to hurt me because it will help me move on. Just be normal—please.”

  “Okay.”

  “Thank you. So, let’s do this.”

  She sighed. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love him.”

  “Is he the one?”

  “Definitely.”

  He looked up at the sky as he floated. The sun was starting to set but they still had some sunlight left. “Does he know how you feel?”

  “Yes. He feels the same way.”

  “Have you guys had sex?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is he better than Aaron?”

  “Better than anyone.” His face appeared stoic like he wasn’t in pain. Perhaps they would return to normal eventually.

  “I never would have expected it to be him.”

  “Neither did I. He’s one of the greatest men I know.”

  “What’s his tattoo?”