She gave a slight laugh and said, “Okay, okay. Thank you.”
“See. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
When they reached the beach, Evan released her hand and pulled off the PCH and on to the side of the road. They both donned their jackets and opened the doors.
The cool breeze immediately whipped through her hair. She wished that she’d thought to put her hair up. She walked around the front of the SUV and met him halfway. They walked hand in hand down the wooden ramp toward the beach.
When they finally stepped into the cool sand, she looked up at him and saw the little bit of tension he held in his shoulders melt away. She saw the smile there and asked, “You seem to love it here. Why did you move away?”
He looked vaguely uncomfortable for a minute and then he said, “A couple of reasons, really. I got a really great job offer and I had just gone through a really nasty break up. The timing felt right.”
She nodded, not really sure how to respond. They continued to walk for a few more minutes before he said, “I’m glad I did it. Seattle is a great town, but no matter what I did, it never felt like home.”
“Trust me,” she said softly, as she stared out at the water. “I know exactly what you mean.”
He was silent for a second and then he said, “I imagine you would.”
He turned to look behind them, and then asked her, “Do you want to keep walking or sit?”
“Let’s sit,” she said.
She tugged gently at his hand and found a clean patch of sand a few yards back from the shoreline. Together, they sat and stared at the shoreline. He sat behind her, and she leaned back against his chest.
Over the next few hours, they sat there, wrapped up together. They discussed a myriad of topics that ranged from the mundane to the much more serious. He talked more about his life in Seattle and his family. She told him more about why she had chosen her career, and her family.
Normally, she didn’t open up about her past. She was just used to bottling it or ignoring it, but Evan was really easy to talk to. He listened without passing judgment. He asked questions as if he was interested in what she had to say. Most of all, he didn’t give her that look of pity when she talked about her past.
Unable to stop herself, Taryn tilted her head back and to the side so she could brush her lips against his cheek. As she moved to turn her head, he shifted slightly and tilted his mouth down toward hers. She sighed against his mouth as he nipped and teased her lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. She shifted slightly, her hand reaching out to rest against his cheek.
She heard a low moan in the back of his throat as his tongue swept into her mouth. She couldn’t help but give an answering moan when his hand slid into her hair and he deepened the kiss. It quickly spiraled out of control. By the time they broke apart, gasping, she was straddling his lap. His hands gripped her hips, controlling the motion as she rocked against him.
Evan tightened his grip on her hips and said, “This isn’t the time or place but I want to be inside you so badly right now. You have no idea.”
She bit her lip as another wave of pure lust slammed into her and she said, “I have every idea.”
She leaned forward and nipped at the side of his throat. On another groan he tilted his head and said, “Let’s go home before I do something stupid like fuck you on a beach at three in the morning.”
Taryn released his neck and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. After a moment, she moved out of his lap and immediately felt the ache between her thighs increase. She sighed and said, “I’m incredibly tempted to let you.”
A smile pulled at his lips as he said, “Aside from the obvious issues with sand and public indecency, I also don’t have any protection with me.”
“It’s going to be a long drive home then,” she said on a sigh. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her jeans.
“A really long drive,” he agreed.
She watched as Evan stood and brushed the sand off his jeans. He walked over to where she stood and wrapped his arm around her waist as they slowly walked back toward the boardwalk.
“Thanks for coming to the beach with me. I know it’s kind of an odd request at midnight,” he said.
“It’s obvious how much you like it. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
After they had rinsed their feet off, he walked her around to the passenger side of the vehicle. Instead of unlocking her door, he cupped her face in his hands and ran his thumb across her lower lip. He leaned in and gave her a slow, languorous kiss that left her weak in the knees. When he pulled back, the look on his face was almost indescribable. It was a mixture of desire, tenderness, and vulnerability that left her feeling raw. She dropped her eyes, feeling entirely too much in that moment.
He stepped back and reached around her to open the door. When she was safely seated inside, he closed her door. She watched him circle around to the driver’s side and slide in. They drove for a few minutes in silence until he finally asked, “You’re awfully quiet. What’s on your mind?”
“Honestly?” she asked.
“Always,” he said.
“A couple of things, really.” She took a deep breath and then said, “I like you and it scares me.”
“I know what you mean. I thought we’d be casual and see where it all went but I don’t feel at all casual about you. I don’t know that I ever did,” he admitted.
Taryn exhaled, uncertain whether it pleased her or frightened her that he’d echoed her sentiments. She twisted her hands in her lap as that same raw feeling from earlier washed over her. She was completely out of her depth when it came to talking about her feelings.
His eyes slid over to her briefly as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to his statement. As his eyes turned back to the road in front of them, he asked “The other thing?”
“I want you inside me so badly right now that my brain is only capable of limited conversation. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted anyone this much,” she said.
Her declaration hung in the air between them for a moment, until they stopped at a traffic light. He immediately put the car into park and reached over the center console. He fisted a hand in her hair and slammed his mouth down on hers with a speed that had her surprised cry melding into a moan almost instantly. He continued to ravage her mouth until the beeping of a horn stopped him.
He pulled back on a ragged breath and said, “It’s the same for me, Princess. Exactly the same.”
Taryn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as he accelerated the vehicle. She was so turned on that she almost found it hard to breathe. Eventually she said, “This is seriously the longest car ride ever.”
“The things I’m going to do to you when we get home,” he promised.
Her breathing still shallow, she managed to say, “Tell me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
He groaned and reached over to take her hand. Pressing it to his groin, he said, “First, I’m going to spank your ass for making me want you this fucking badly. Do you feel what you do to me?”
She cupped his arousal and gently squeezed him through his jeans as she asked, “Oh really? A spanking?”
“Yes. A spanking,” he bit out, groaning as she continued to massage him.
“Not sure how I feel about that.”
He stilled her hand and moved it to his thigh. He shot her a quick glance as he merged onto the freeway then gave a casual shrug as he said, “We can forgo the spanking if you want. If the thought of being bent across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm on your bare ass as I play with your pussy does nothing for you, then it just does nothing for you.”
She moaned quietly. He knew exactly what it did for her. She had no idea how he knew these things about her before she even knew them about herself. She said, “Actually, I think I might enjoy that.”
Without even turning his head, he nodded and said, “I think you will, too.”
“What’s
your perfect conclusion to tonight? Think fantasy land. Anything goes.”
His voice low and strained with lust, he said, “Fantasy land. Okay. The moment we walked in the door, I’d strip you out of all of those unnecessary clothes you’ve got on right now. Then I’d run my hands, tongue, and teeth all over your body until you started to writhe against me. Just when you thought you couldn’t take a second more, I’d turn you over my lap and spank that beautiful ass of yours while I fucked your tight little pussy with my fingers. When your ass was a pretty pink and you were clenching around my fingers, I’d take you into the shower and fuck you against the wall with nothing in between us until I came inside you and you were screaming my name. Eventually we’d sleep but it’s not at all necessary for the fantasy.”
Taryn moaned and felt a gush of arousal between her thighs. Her voice thready, she said, “I don’t see a problem with any of this. Assuming you’ve been tested. Because I have and I’m on the pill. I think I’m okay with that.”
“I have, too. Holy Christ. I don’t think I have any blood left in my brain, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice gritty. “Did you mean that?”
“As long as you’re not planning on sleeping with anyone else, then yes.”
“Of course I wouldn’t sleep with anyone else,” he said. He paused for a moment before he softly said, “I meant what I said earlier.”
Taryn bit her lip and shifted in her seat again, crossing her legs in an attempt to ease the ache. On an unsatisfied groan, she asked, “We had to go to the beach tonight?”
He spared her a glance as he sped up, then said, “Not my brightest idea.”
Chapter 10
Thirty minutes later, he had her naked back pressed against the inside of her front door as he sucked on one of her nipples. He played with the other, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The rougher he played, the more responsive she got. He was pretty certain that she’d be into nipple clamps. That would be something to explore another night.
Right now, all he wanted was to bury himself inside her. But first he owed her a spanking. He groaned against her breast at the thought of her lying across his lap, her ass cheeks pink with his palm prints. Releasing her breast, he worked his way back up to her mouth. He worked at the button and zipper of her jeans, as he nipped at her bottom lip.
When he dipped his hand into the front of her panties, he found her absolutely drenched. “Oh, fuck, Princess. You’re so ready.”
She moaned as he slid his finger between her folds. She nodded and said, “I am. I need you inside me.”
He removed his hand from her panties and shook his head as he said, “Not quite yet. Let’s take these off, first.”
Together they stripped off her remaining clothes. He then took her hand and led her to the couch. He sat down on the arm and said, “I believe I owe you a spanking.”
Her lips quirked slightly and she said, “I believe you do.”
He pinned her with a stare and said, “Stop me if it’s too much.”
When she agreed, he patted his lap and said, “Stand, and lay your belly across my thighs.”
He trailed his fingers down her back and over the curve of her ass, eliciting a shudder from her when his fingers dipped between her thighs. He ran his fingers gently over her wet pussy, letting his fingers brush against her swollen clit.
He pressed his fingers into her, giving her just the slightest amount of friction before he withdrew. She pushed her hips back, seeking. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he gently rubbed his fingertips over her ass, then pulled back. He gave her ass one loud smack.
She cried out, shifting against his lap. Uncertain if he should continue, he asked, “Again? Or should I stop?”
“Again,” she said, her voice breathy with anticipation. He pulled his hand back and gave her three more rapid smacks before he moved his hand to give her pussy a light slap. When he heard her unmistakably aroused moan, he slid three fingers inside her.
She was even more soaked than before, so he fucked her roughly with them until she began to rock back against him. Then he withdrew his fingers.
A moment later, he gave another series of slaps against her ass cheeks. She began to whimper and press her hips against his leg, obviously seeking release. He obliged her by pressing his fingers into her slit again. He let her rock back against his hand this time until he felt her start to clench around him.
Removing his fingers from her, he gave her a few more swats and then rubbed his hand gently over her ass. He slid his fingers into her pussy again, curving them down so he could rub them over her g-spot. When he felt her shudder against him, he said, “That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
On a whimper, she pressed back against him firmly and said, “I need your cock inside me.”
He removed his hand from her and said, “Stand up, sweetheart.”
When she stood up and faced him, her eyes were heavy lidded and she was flushed with arousal.
A smile pulled across his lips as he said, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed yourself.”
Her laughter made something constrict in his chest slightly.
She said, “I don’t suppose you do. Now, isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to fuck me senseless in the shower?”
He grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. He crushed his mouth down over hers. Her hands shook as she worked at the button on the front of his jeans. After a moment he stilled them, then removed his pants and boxers. He stepped out of them, and kicked them away.
Mouths still locked together, they stumbled toward the bathroom. When they made it into the bathroom, he left her briefly to fiddle with the knobs. When the water was warm enough, he turned on the shower.
He turned back around and pulled her to him again. He let his hand drift down her back. His fingers grazed over her ass as he asked, “Does it hurt at all?”
She tilted her head and said, “It’s warm, and I can definitely feel it. I wouldn’t describe it as pain though.”
“You’re sure?” he asked.
She nodded and said, “I am.”
He leaned in, giving her a kiss. Eventually he broke his mouth away from hers and said, “C’mon. This is the part where I fuck you senseless in the shower.”
She grinned and stuck her hand in the stream of water to test the temperature. Apparently deeming it okay, she stepped under the spray. He watched for a moment as the water streamed over her body and felt his cock twitch in response.
He stepped into the shower and pulled her into his arms. Then he took a moment to slide the shower curtain closed. He picked her up by her waist and gruffly said, “Wrap your legs around me, Princess.”
When she had complied, he backed her up until her back was pressed against the tile wall. Her back arched in response as she tried to pull herself away from it.
“Cold, cold,” she said, clutching at him.
He stepped back, holding her against him. Then he pulled the shower head nozzle down from its holder and sprayed warm water against the wall. He fumbled for a second before he was able to replace it, then backed her against the wall again.
“Better?” he asked.
When she nodded, he reached down to rub the head of his cock against her. He watched as her lips parted slightly.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked.
“I’m sure,” she said, her gaze steady.
Unable to deny either of them, he lined himself up with her opening and then let her sink down over him. When he was completely buried inside of her, they both groaned. She was so tight and he could still feel her pulsing around him.
He rotated his hips experimentally and said, “Fuck. You feel so good.”
He fastened his mouth against hers and began to rock his hips against her. Before long, she began to whimper into his mouth. Eventually she tore her mouth away from his. Her cries began to echo off the walls of the bathroom each time he slid into her.
His hands were splayed across the back of her
upper thighs. He couldn’t help but curl his fingers into her as he felt her nails dig into his shoulders. The slight sting of her nails against his skin drove him wild. He could tell by the way she fluttered around him that she was close.
It was a damn good thing, too, because he was about to lose it. Each time he thrust back inside her tight, wet pussy, he was sure that nothing could possibly ever feel better.
He could feel his balls tightening up in anticipation. On the edge of losing it, he said, “Fuck, baby. You feel too good. I need you to get there.”
She shifted against him slightly, now rolling her hips with more urgency against his. He watched as her face transformed. Her cries grew louder and more unrestrained with each thrust. He loved when she was out of control. There was something so fucking sexy about that.
When he stared into her eyes like this, it was intense. He leaned forward in an almost desperate attempt to break the heavy tension and sank his teeth into the soft bit of skin where her neck and shoulder met.
Almost immediately, he felt the unmistakable fluttering of her pussy around him and gave a groan of relief against her skin. He released her and pressed her back against the wall more firmly, slamming into her.
She arched her back against the wall of the shower and cried out, shuddering against him. The way that she spasmed and clenched around him only increased his pleasure tenfold. He was hovering right there on the edge when she cried out, “Come inside me. Fuck, come inside me, Evan.”
No longer able to hold back, he slammed his hips against her one final time and then came so hard he felt light headed. He leaned forward, pressing her back into the wall until his brain slowly started to operate again. Eventually he was able to lean back.
She unwrapped her legs from his waist on a groan. When she slid down his body, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned her forehead against his chest. After a moment, she said, “I don’t even know how you’re standing, Evan. My legs are weak and you did all the work.”
He grinned, then wrapped his arms around her and said, “Let’s go to bed. If I try to do that again, I may hurt us both.”
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