by Ava Alise
I smile and finger the small tie on her hip that keeps her bikini together, “If we weren’t out here, I’d be taking this off of you with my teeth right about now.”
“Well take it off baby, I’ll never stop you,” a devilish grin spreads across her face and I chuckle recognizing her use of my words.
The beginning chord for a song starts on her iPad and it gives me an idea. Grabbing it, I find the song I’m looking for and sit on my knees facing her. The look of confusion passes her gaze, but just as quick as it does it is replaced with the look of understanding.
“Are you going to dance for me?” she asks, eyes wide.
“It will start with a dance,” I smile. “Can’t promise where it’s going to end up,” I smirk.
“Earned It” by The Weeknd starts, and I crawl up her body shifting her to lie back on the towel. I tease her with a kiss, and she leans forward wanting more but I pull away. Red props herself up on her elbows and watches me under a heated gaze. Starting at her ankle, I hold her eyes captive in mine as I nip and kiss my way up her leg, over her calf, behind her knee. She draws in a sharp breath and pulls the towel into her fist. Once I make it to her inner thigh, I tickle it with my tongue. Taking my time, I lick a trail up her thigh. She praises me with moans and breathy sounds as I enjoy the smooth feel of her body. Continuing forward, I kiss her pussy over her bathing suit and her head falls back. I start to get lost there, kneading her heat with my lips. She grows hotter, wetter. Remembering where we are, I move away, kissing my way up over her stomach, between her breasts. She squeezes my biceps and whimpers as my dick pushes hard against my swim trunks.
“God. You do this for all the girls?” she whispers.
“Just the one that drives me fucking crazy.”
She smiles. “Go turn off our lantern.”
My heart pounds fast, contradicting the slow melody of the song. I realize that this is less of a lap dance and more like full blown foreplay, but everything is foreplay with Red. She could be making me eggs and I’d still want to fuck her. As soon as I return from blowing out our lanterns, she pulls me too her and kisses me hard. I groan, she’s so hungry and I’m fucking starving. Now that I’m sure we are mere shadows to anyone who could possibly see us, I take the gloves off. I kiss my way back down her neck and to her hard nipples. Pulling the swim top aside, I take one into my mouth. The song flows through the air, her breathing picks up and the waves crash nearby. My nose grazes her rib cage and she sucks in a rush of air arching her back.
“Mmm,” she moans louder, and I fight not to lose myself in the sound.
Sitting back again on my knees, I wrap both of her legs around my waist and pull her on top of me. She’s flushed, breathing deep and careful breaths as I hold her eye contact and grind against her to the slow beat of the music. The thin fabric of her bikini provides a ‘barely there’ barrier, and I know she has to feel every hard inch of me as I slide against her. Lowering her again, I flip her onto her stomach and my knees dig a little deeper into the sand. I pull her back against my chest as I move rhythmically with the song against her from behind. My hands trail down the front of her body as her skin turns hot. Her head falls back against my shoulder and her body hums. I love getting her like this, so open, so willing. I kiss and nibble her ear, while she curls my swim trunks in her fist and moans. No sooner than the sound escapes her, I push her down, causing her to bend at the waist into my favorite fucking position. My breathing is deep as I squeeze her hips, trying to keep control. It would be so easy to fuck her right now. My hand flirts with the tie of her bikini.
“Mmm nice,” she moans and rolls her hips taunting me. I’m too hot. I have to stop or things will get a lot louder on this empty beach.
With her back against my chest again, she turns slightly and her mouth finds mine, draining me of the last bit of control I held. My hand slides down. I’m seeking. I need to touch what I know is already there. I want to feel her. My fingers dance beneath the fabric of her bikini and she gasps as soon as I find my prize.
She’s so wet. My fingers glide through her wetness as I make small circles over her clit. She grinds against my hand, pulling her mouth away. Raw throaty moans echo through her body as she shutters, rocking against me.
“Oh god. I love how-how…” she stutters, before falling back into moans.
I love you.
I almost say it. I will never stop wanting to do this to her. I kiss her. I kiss her because I can’t say what I want to say. I slide two fingers into her, and as if someone flipped a switch, she breaks. With one hand I cover her mouth and with the other hand I fuck her as she calls out to me from behind my palm. Her chest heaves and her body tenses as she comes. I kiss her as her body shakes. She lies back opening up to me, I climb between her legs, and my mouth crushes down against hers.
I love you.
The music stopped a long time ago, but our bodies still move rhythmically against each other. I need to be in this girl, if not, I might say something I shouldn’t. My hand begins tugging at her waistband.
“Teeth,” she says. I pause, not following.
“You said you’d remove them with your teeth.”
I smile.
“I love how good you feel right now,” she says, “but still… teeth.”
“Using my teeth will just make it quicker for my tongue to find your pussy.”
Her eyes widen and I slide down her body. After leaving small kisses across her hip, I bite down onto the fine rope of her bikini bottom. She watches intently, as I gently pull at the tie and it begins to loosen. With one side untied, I use my nose to push the fabric aside and I kiss across the soft skin of her pussy. A long, shaky breath leaves her lips as I kiss and suck on the gold I plan to be buried deep in very soon.
She groans and pushes against my mouth, begging me to lick her and I will, I so fucking will, but I’ve got to get the rest of this bathing suit off. My mouth travels to the other tie and she looks down. I tug at it as I fall into her heated stare. Right before the strings fall loose, loud laughter rings out from the patio, reminding me of where we are. We both watch as two silhouettes, stumble down the patio and toward the sand.
“Oh shit,” she giggles, and moves to tie the suit back in place.
My hand stops her. “I’m sorry, sexy, but you are NOT putting that back on.”
“What?” she laughs.
“Those fuckers will be away from the patio in a second, then I’ll be wrapping that towel around you and carrying you in.”
She smiles and straddles me as I kiss her. Minutes later, I carry her through the house, kick our bedroom door shut and completely ravish her. Sex for me is usually best had loud and wild, but tonight was different. I found myself kissing her deep, savoring in her body and melting into her. Instead of my usual dirty banter, I told her how amazing, beautiful, and strong she was. I was able to bite back the words that were fighting to get out, but my feelings poured out in every other way. For the first time ever, I made love to a woman. It was intense, incredible, and very clearly out of my control.
Sunlight bleeds through the window from the balcony the next morning. The view is amazing. Tony made sure each of his guest bedrooms had an ocean front balcony, but it’s not that view I’m talking about. Red’s head bobs under the covers as she proceeds to wake me in the best fucking way possible. I groan and snatch the covers off of her. The moment the light hits her she looks at me and grins.
“Morning,” she says, and pulls me back into her mouth.
Holy fuck.
I don’t respond, she doesn’t give me time. She works me over with her mouth until I find my hands in her hair, my toes curled tight, my breathing out of control. Her tongue teases me, her hands stroke me and her mouth drives me over the edge. After she’s done she climbs up my body and lies on my chest. I pull her chin upward and kiss her lips.
“If this is how all mornings are with you at the beach,” I smile, “keep a swimsuit in your bag from now on.”
She laughs
and slaps my chest. “I just… well… I don’t know. I just wanted to.” She blushes.
“Hell, you can do that as much as you want.”
“Oh I bet,” she laughs.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand alerting me of an incoming text, I glance at it. Red hops off the bed still totally naked, stealing my attention as she heads for the bathroom. After she’s out of view, I fall back onto the pillow. How in the fuck am I going to tell her? Nard’s advice, “Hey I fucked around and fell in love,” doesn’t seem to cut it. This is big. It’s too much, if I don’t find a way to say it when the time is right, I’ll fuck it up and say it when it isn’t.
Fuck.
My phone buzzes, reminding me that I have an unviewed message. I unlock the phone.
“Hey you,” my eyes flick to Red, who’s standing the in doorway.
NEW MESSAGE.
SHAYLA: I’ll be dropping MJ off at your house at Noon.
“Want to shower with me?” Red smiles.
9:38 a.m.
If we leave now I’ll have enough time drop Red off at home and make it to MJ right at noon.
If I shower with her, I won’t be able to do both. She will have to come with me.
“Come on, you know you want too.”
Am I ready for that? For her to meet MJ?
Red holds her smile and my heart beats out of my damn chest.
“Yes, but afterward, we are making a stop.”
LIZ
My heart flips and I’m stuck in a bubble full of excitement and fear. Excitement because he wants me to meet his son, and fear because he wants me to meet his son.
“Home… as in your actual house?”
He looks nervous, unsure, almost as if he can’t believe we are having this conversation either.
“Yeah, my duplex. You don’t have to come, of course. If we leave now, I can drop you off at home and get back in time. Or… you can come home with me, if you want to.”
“I do,” the words spill from my lips. I clear my throat. “I mean… I would love to meet him, Chris.”
He nods and takes a deep breath.
“Okay.”
He keeps nodding, and for some reason I’m nodding with him.
“Okay,” he blows out another breath.
“Okay,” I say.
We’ve been riding for well over an hour. Chris has been pretty chatty, more than usual, and I’m realizing he seems a bit anxious. I wonder if he’s ever brought a girl to his actual home before, or to meet his son. I take a few deep breaths and try to follow Chris’ chatter. He’s been trying to tell me a ‘funny’ story about how when he, his brother, and sister were little his dad got lost on this road. I’m sure it probably is funny, but he has started it over at least three times now.
I wonder if he had hoped I would say no to meeting his son. Before my thoughts can sink deep into how horrible that would be we pull up to a large duplex.
“Well, here’s home,” he says as we walk through the door.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. He’s usually so laid back, unkempt, like let’s fuck and go eat some cheese fries. I love everything about his home, from the stack of superhero DVDs on the entertainment center to the masculine décor patterns, full of thick lines and dark colors. Framed pictures of MJ line the wall of the foyer, ranging from infancy to now. Candid moments of MJ smiling up at Chris at his second birthday, shots of the two of them at the beach, MJ in a life jacket, Chris and MJ opening Christmas gifts, pictures of Chris and his family. There are a few with MJ and his mother. I smile as I take it all in.
“I know, overkill huh?” he says.
“No. It’s beautiful. I love how much you love him.”
Chris smiles as he looks at me, and I feel an energy build between us. I want to kiss him, not because he’s looking at me like he wants to kiss me, but because I just want to. I always want to. I bite my lip and look away, back to a picture of MJ and Shayla.
“I kept of few of the two of them together, as well as a few of all three of us. I thought it was important for him to see his mother in our home. She may not be a part of me, but she’s a part of him.”
My heart smiles. I’m on fire for this guy; he wasn’t supposed to be this amazing.
“Daddy!!!!”
I blink and Chris goes from standing straight up, to being covered by a tiny human.
“Hey, Frog,” he chuckles as he hugs his son.
Shayla is standing in the doorway holding a suitcase and two large bags. We make eye contact, and she nods a greeting. I smile and nod back.
“I missed you, Daddy! We had sooo much FUN!”
“Well, you will have to tell me all about it.”
“Hey, Chris. I’m sorry to run, but I have to return this rental car in thirty minutes, and I still need to stop by my house,” Shayla says, pushing the front door open.
“Okay, go say bye to your momma.”
MJ runs to Shayla, giving her a hug. She waves goodbye to us all and runs down the driveway.
“MJ, I have someone here that I want you to meet.”
MJ turns from the doorway and looks over at us.
“Come here.” Chris waves with a smile.
He skips over and smiles bright, and my heart melts instantly. He has Chris’ smile, Chris’ eyes—he looks so much like him.
“Hi,” MJ says.
“MJ, this is Liz. She’s going to hang out with us for a little while, is that okay?”
A little hand reaches out to shake mine, and if I thought my heart had already melted, I was wrong; I’m total mush right now. I crouch down to his eye level and take his tiny hand in mine.
“Hi, Liz, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiles.
“Well, it’s wonderful meeting you.”
“Do you like Mickey Mouse?”
“I LOVE Mickey Mouse!” I say. “Goofy too.”
MJ somehow smiles brighter. “I love Goofy! We saw him at the magic castle in Disney World, he was sooo funny!”
“That sounds so great!” I say.
“Ooooo and guess what, Daddy?” He turns to his father. “We saw aliens and superheroes and even a spaceman. His name was Luke,” he says, barely able to stand still. “Let me show you what Grandma Mary bought me from the gift shop.”
MJ turns and runs to the bags Shayla left near the door. Chris looks over at me and smiles.
“Waaait a second, Little Frog, let’s take your bags to your room so we don’t make a big mess.”
While unpacking, MJ shares every moment he had on his trip with his father, and Chris listens intently. He looks at his son with more love than I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes, and for a brief second, I understand why he’s been so hesitant to change their dynamic. The understanding is only brief, because even though I know my place is with Sean, knowing that Chris will never be an option kind of stings for some reason. We spend the next two hours playing with MJ as he pulls out every toy and costume he acquired at Disney World. We have a superhero stand-off battle and play hide and seek with glow sticks. During our epic lightsaber fight, MJ fought as Luke Skywalker, Chris as Han Solo, and me, of course, as Princess Leia.
A knock sounds at the door just as Luke and I have Han Solo cornered, and Chris goes to answer.
“Hey, baby brother!”
“Cameron, hey!”
Chris hugs him.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Chris asks.
“Just visiting for the week.”
The guys step aside and another man walks in behind them.
“Hey, Pops,” Chris says.
“Hey.”
“Uncle Cam! Grandpa!” MJ runs and jumps into the older man’s arms.
I walk out through the kitchen and join everyone in the foyer. Chris notices and comes to my side, the men follow.
“Guys, this is Liz. Liz, my father Greg Preston, and my brother, Cameron.”
The two glance from me to Chris and smile.
“Hello, Liz,” Mr. Preston s
ays.
“Hey there,” Cameron says as his eyes trail down my body, undoubtedly, noticing my awful costume. I blush and greet them both.
I immediately feel embarrassed. Since MJ didn’t have a Princess Leia costume on hand, I created one using a sheet and one of Chris’ t-shirts. My hair is rolled into two buns, I have my stomach out and a sheet wrapped around my waist. Great way to meet the family!
“Hey Uncle Cam, Grandpa Greg, want to see what I got at Disney World?”
“Sure,” Greg says.
As they follow MJ to his playroom, Cameron looks knowingly at me and Chris and smiles. When the two men disappear into the house, Chris turns to me and grimaces.
“I’m sorry, sexy. I had no idea they were coming.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“My parents asked me to bring MJ by, and I was planning to drop him off when I drove you home. I guess Cam wanted to surprise me.”
“So, you two a thing or…?” Cameron says, appearing behind us.
“Uhh…” We look at each other.
“If you’re asking so you can ask her out…” Chris says, “…the answer is hands off.”
Cam smiles at me and winks.
“You sure, man, because she’s very fucking hot.” He looks at me and says, “You are very fucking hot.”
“Thank you,” I laugh.
“Knock it off!” Chris warns.
“Fine,” he smiles, “someone is a little protective.”
I blush.
Oh, I like him.
“MJ,” Chris calls, “change back into your clothes, you’re going to go see Grandma soon, while I drive Liz home. Okay?”
“Okay, Dad.”
Chris turns back to his father, and I feel a tiny tug at my arm.
“Princess Leia?” MJ says.
Crouching, I smile and ask, “Yes, Han Solo?”
“Can you help me with the zipper on the costume?”
“Sure.”
I help MJ with his costume and change back into my own clothes. When I’m done, I flop down next to Chris on the couch and listen as the three guys talk shop. A look passes briefly between Greg and Cameron, then Cameron speaks up.
“How is everything going with the auto shop you two bought? With ‘Sexy Boy’ joining the business world now and all?”
