by Isabel Jolie
His fingers toyed with the loose cotton, and I glanced down to see what he was holding on to. The cotton pulled tight across my chest. He stood close, close enough I could hear his shallow breathing and pick up his outdoor, wild ocean scent. A scent of the sea, mixed with man.
“Do you always wear see-through tops when you go to visit clients?”
“It’s a swim cover-up. It’s not that see-through.” He chewed on his lip, and his gaze fell to my breasts, covered by a bandeau top. When I surfed, I’d throw on a tight-fitting Lycra surf top to protect from chafing and sun, so it worked.
He’d told me twenty-two was too young, but it didn’t feel like he thought that was a problem anymore. To test my theory, I raised off the stool, setting my feet on the new wooden floor, closer to him. His chest rose and fell with increasing speed, as if enduring exertion, comparable to a slow jog.
I lifted my lips to him and inched closer.
“What are you doing?” I paused at his gruff tone, but the lust in his gaze gave me courage.
“This.” I lifted on my toes and placed my lips against his. A soft press. His hand dropped from my arm to my ass and he pulled me closer, so my hips rested against his.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
His breathing deepened. He maintained a possessive grip on my ass and held me up against him, tight enough his hard erection pressed against me.
“You’re too young.” Skepticism laced his words.
“Twenty-two is legal. Years past legal.”
I pressed closer, so my loose top brushed against his tee. I lifted his tee and fingered the bare skin below it. He shuddered. With closed eyes, he looked to the ceiling, as if seeking guidance. His obvious desire emboldened me.
With both hands, I explored the lines on his stomach, up to his chest, pushing his t-shirt higher. My thumb glided across one nipple, and he pressed me harder against his groin. I flexed my hips against the unmistakable pressure of his erection through his thin board shorts.
He opened his eyes and traced my bottom lip with his thumb. My teeth grazed the tip of his finger, then I sucked on the tip. His hungry gaze sent my heartbeat through the roof.
He lifted the bottom of my cover-up. I raised my arms. In one smooth move, the top flew off my body and onto the floor. He walked me backward, his gaze locked on mine. The moment my back hit the wall, his mouth fell to mine, and I opened, a thrill coursing through me.
His tongue lashed against mine, his kiss hungry and needy. This was not the kiss of a college boy. His unshaven bristles scraped my skin, and I reached up to tug on his hair, frantic for more, to feel him everywhere. His shirt hit the back of a chair.
I lifted one leg and wrapped it around him to bring him closer and harder against my core. He tugged on my bikini top, and it fell to my waist.
He paused, his breathing rapid, loud, his gaze on my breasts. “You are so fucking sweet.”
The tips of my fingers skimmed along the waistband of his board shorts, to the tip of his erection, peeking out from the top, and my thumb rubbed over the soft flesh, circling the pre-cum, and he tilted his head back to the ceiling. “Fuck.”
When he lowered his head, his gaze found mine, and my skin lit under his inspection. His palms slammed against the wall on either side of my head, and his biceps bulged as he pushed against the immovable object.
He groaned, a twisted sound of agony and frustration, and moved away so quickly it took seconds to register why cool air surrounded my nipples. My back was pressed against the wall for support, my top around my waist, my legs shaky beneath me.
“You are too fucking young,” he shouted, his bare back to me.
“I’m twenty-two. We aren’t doing anything wrong here,” I argued to his back, matching his tenor, defiant. Somehow, deep down, I knew he needed this, more than I wanted it. He’d been ripped into somehow along the way. He needed to not be so alone. Even if all I could give him was a physical connection, it would be good for him. I didn’t pose a risk to him; I wouldn’t break his heart. No, I could make his world better. “What are you afraid of? It’s just sex.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Sex is natural.” I said the words my mom had used when she’d first handed over a box of condoms.
“What do you want?” he asked, his back to me.
“I’m not looking for forever, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I could only guess at what his issues were, his fears. Maybe he figured a young girl like me would aim for marriage. But he didn’t know me, or what I’d been through. I definitely knew some girls in college with sights on marriage. But I’d say most of the girls my age, they might want a boyfriend, but they weren’t thinking about marriage. Hell, for a relationship averse guy, a twenty-something girl should be a dream.
He dropped his hands to the back of a nearby kitchen chair. He gripped the wood so hard the skin on his fingers whitened. I watched him and waited. I pulled my top up over my breasts as he deliberated. I awaited the verdict.
Finally, his words slower, calmer, measured, he asked, “Shouldn’t I take you out on a date? I don’t want to treat you like…” His words trailed off.
I cautiously approached with silent steps, the way you would approach a wild animal, expecting it to flee or possibly attack at any moment. The pads of my fingers lightly touched his back, and he dropped his head forward. With measured strokes, I kneaded the muscles along his back and across his sinewy shoulders.
“It doesn’t have to be anything. Or it can be something. We’re simply doing what feels good.”
“And you’re okay with that? I could be gone next month.”
“I have zero expectations.” And I didn’t. Sensation, experience, sexual release, these were the things I wanted. There were no reasons to fixate on what anything meant or where it would go. Tate was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever come across. He was older, worldly, and experienced, traits that made him even sexier.
“Luna, it’s been a long time for me. Once we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I like sex. I don’t understand your hesitation. I like that you’re older. Experienced.”
His back lengthened as he stood straight. My arms dropped to my side as he twisted around. His striking aqua blues met mine with a frisson of anticipation.
“Upstairs.”
Chapter 13
Tate
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I followed her up, determined. Agitated. Needy. Angry. She flounced around, barely dressed. In front of a man who’d spent far too long in the bowels of a ship.
About mid-flight, guilt caught up to my libido. My gaze remained glued to the sway of her hips as she stepped up each narrow, high wooden stair. She seemed like the type of girl who believed in fairy tales. The type who would want the fairy tale.
She was too young, too naïve, too optimistic. No matter what she said, she probably believed something good could come out of this. I told myself all these things, but when she led me to my bedroom, with the sunlight pouring through the open windows unencumbered, I let my need win out.
“Clothes. Off,” I commanded.
Without ever breaking her gaze, she unsnapped the back of her bikini bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing youthful, perky breasts, snow-white skin, and dusty pink nipples. Acting the part of a seductress, her fingers unsnapped the buttons on her short shorts. She wiggled her hips ever so slightly. The denim fell to the floor, cascading down her shapely, lean thighs, in a heap by her ankles. Her thumbs hooked the sides of her bikini bottoms, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she leaned forward, wiggled, and let her bikini join her shorts in a pool at her feet. Her tan skin contrasted with the velvety whiteness of her unblemished triangle, leading to a small, closely trimmed patch of dark blonde hair.
She stood before me, stunning, open, and asking for me to take her any way I wanted. My cock pressed against the waistband of
my board shorts, painfully erect, eager. It had been years, years since I’d felt desire, much less acted on it. I considered having her drop to her knees and take me in her mouth. But the desire to explore her exquisite, smooth, unblemished skin won out.
“Lie down on the bed.”
Like a good, obedient girl, she did as I commanded, never breaking her gaze from mine. She lay back on the bed, situating herself in the middle, her back against the pillows I’d tossed against the headboard. She raised one leg demurely, partially covering the triangle I had every intention of exploring thoroughly.
I tugged on the drawstring and let my shorts join the remnants of her clothing, releasing the pressure and freeing my needy cock. I crawled up the bed, ever so slowly, until I hovered over her, one arm on each side of her. I bent to press a light kiss on the outside of her thigh. She let out a little moan. I paused, filled with indecision over what part of her mouth-watering body to taste first.
I trailed kisses along her hip bone, along her flat belly, to those firm, small, natural breasts. The curves that had been teasing me since I first met her flaunting her youthful, perfect figure in a wet string bikini. She tasted of sea salt with a hint of coconut. Her breathing quickened, and she rocked her hips, and I settled my body down over hers. The crown of my cock rested at her core, and I lifted my hips, feeling her warmth. She spread her legs wide, welcoming me. Fuck. I wanted to slide in, to take her raw, to feel her pulse around me.
The sight of my cock, lying in her wet heat, dipping the tip inside and pulling out, playing, begging for more, to dive in, was enough to make me growl in frustration. I pulled off her and crashed onto my side. “Fuck. I want to. But I don’t have a condom. We can’t do that today.” I croaked out the words for my benefit, to remind myself I needed to get my body under control.
Her fingers trailed my chest, along my jawline, and found their way into my hair, winding through the strands. Light sensations scurried down my spine as her fingers continued weaving their spell and her lips found mine. I pressed my body against hers, skin on skin. And just like that, my cock returned to her core, pressed against her as her hips ground against me.
“It’s okay. I’m clean. I have an IUD.”
This young, innocent girl having an IUD gave me pause at the same moment her wet folds slid along my erection, enveloping it in warmth, tempting me, begging me.
“Fuck,” I moaned. Determined, I gripped her arms and pressed her flat on the bed, then kissed, sucked, and nipped my way down her body. I spread her thighs wide and tasted her velvety, delicate skin. So fucking sweet. She mewled as my tongue went to work, licking her to a frenzy, as her hands gripped my hair, tugging and pushing as if she couldn’t decide if she wanted me deeper or if I was about to break her. I didn’t let up and found the pearl and sucked, working her with my tongue and fingers until she shrieked, her body half rising off the bed.
I pressed my mouth against her thigh as her hands loosened their vise on my head, and I kissed my way back up her body, allowing myself time to fondle those perfect, tempting globes while her rapid breathing calmed.
“You know what you’re doing. I knew you would.” She sounded so eager I chuckled. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of my engorged shaft, and she noticed. She circled her thumb around the head, and I hissed. It felt so good that if she kept it up, I’d be coming all over her hand from her light touch alone.
She pressed me against the bed, taking her turn exploring my body, kissing my chest, grazing her teeth against my nipples, much the way I had done to her. She fingered the tattoo that trailed my rib cage, Mandarin lettering. She looked up, inquisitive. “Roughly speaking, it means be here now. Live in the moment.” She kissed the smooth points of the lettering, and goose bumps rose across my arms.
She worked her way down my body until she reached my stiff erection. She lowered her head, watching me. Her tongue circled the crown, then she licked up the shaft, treating my cock like a dessert. I looked on, fascinated. When she took me fully into her mouth, the sensation, combined with her fingers massaging my testicles, had me on the verge of release. Too fast. I lifted my hips as familiar sensations rocked my body, the tensing of muscles, the tightness at the base of my spine. Her lips popped off my cock, and I snapped to attention, watching as one hand maintained a firm grip, stroking up and down, while she sucked on an index finger, sexy as hell, unlike anything I’d ever seen. Her wet lips lifted into a brief smile as she gave me a tantalizing wink, her hair tousled and wild, and took me back in her mouth as the coated finger circled. I registered where her finger was. And what she was doing. Dirty girl. She pushed inside, and I gasped. Without warning, I exploded into her mouth. She pulled back, my thick cum leaking from the corner of her mouth as I continued to pulse, spurting along my stomach and into strands of her hair.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “That was insane. Holy shit. Where did you learn to do that?”
She sat back on her legs, wiped the cum dripping down with her finger, then licked it off. My cock twinged, threatening to come back to life right the fuck now. I dropped back onto the pillow, spent. I had thought of her as this young, innocent thing. No more.
She fell down against my chest, aligning her body with mine, and I pulled her head back and kissed her. A deep, thorough kiss, so deep the flavors from our mutual exploration mingled, and my cock, for years forgotten, surged back into full form. Her fingers grazed the tip, eliciting moans.
“I still want this.”
I swallowed hard. Fuck, I wanted it, too. Jesus, I wanted her. Fucking twenty-two, and I wanted to claim her in every way imaginable. Keeping her in my bed for the rest of the day was only the start.
“Why do you have an IUD?” It didn’t really matter, but some part of my brain grasped for maturity, responsibility, and wanted to understand why she was making herself so available, so willing, why she was so free. Nothing added up or made sense.
She wrapped her fingers around me and stroked while answering my question. “My mom encouraged me to get one. Said they are far more reliable than any other form of birth control.” I moaned once more as her grip tightened. “I haven’t had a boyfriend in two years. And they tested me at my most recent annual check-up. What about you?”
My head fell back on the pillow, lost in the wonders of those fingers. Me? God. “Longer than two years. Fuck.” Her thumb pressed around my crown, then she kissed and licked it. I groaned, lifting my head to watch her. “It’s been a really long time. And I always used a condom.”
My answer must have been all she needed. She positioned herself over my cock and slid down, ever so slowly, groaning as she claimed me, inch by inch. Fuck. She felt so good, so tight, absolute perfection. She moved up and down, rocking her hips at times. I reached forward to fondle her breasts and tease her taut nipples. She placed her thumb on her mound and pressed, closing her eyes and moaning as she used me and her own hand simultaneously to bring herself to the edge.
“Fuck, Luna.”
Her lips lifted into a sexy little smile. She tilted her head to her shoulder, and those lips formed an “oh” as she stilled, quivering over me as her body milked my cock.
I flipped her on her back and drove in, taking over, unleashed, skin on skin.
I used her body all afternoon. I took her from behind, against the wall, on her side. My finger found her pearl and experimented with rubbing and pinching and pounding, learning her body and what would make her scream, elicit a moan, or send her body into quivers.
She unleashed a part of me I’d locked down and barricaded away. As the sun set, I pulled her into the shower to clean off the sweat and the stench of sex. My stomach growled, reminding me we hadn’t eaten lunch.
The water from the walk-in shower sprayed cold. She squealed, and I captured her against the white tile, using my body to shield her until the water warmed. I kissed her, slowly and deeply. Sated. A relaxed calm fell over my muscles. The water warmed, and I soaped her up, washing every inch with care. We took turns. I massaged her s
calp and worked conditioner through her tangles, and she returned the favor. I discovered the three tiny sea turtles gliding up the back of her neck, in full color, seemingly swimming into her hair.
“Nice art. Where’d you get it?”
“Miami. Scheduled the artist, like, months in advance. What about you? Where’d you get yours?”
“Rhode Island. College on a dare.” I tapped the shark on my right bicep, then tapped the left bicep, the compass and the globe. “Bangkok. I saw it on a wall, and it spoke to me. I thought it would remind me…”
“Of what?” She kissed the curve of my bicep on the bottom of the globe through the warm shower stream.
“Direction. Of what I wanted.” The temperature of the water cooled, no doubt a sign the water heater ran low. I lifted her arm and fingered the script. “I like this. I get it.”
“I’d imagine you do.” She smiled and stepped out of the shower, passed me a towel, then wrapped one around her dripping wet body.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and dressed in front of me. Not once did she try to hide her body in shame. I found a clean pair of board shorts and covered myself. I stepped up behind her and helped her with the double-wide clasp on her bikini top, then moved her hair out of the way and traced kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, following the turtles etched on her skin.
She spun around and beamed up at me. “That was fun.”
She practically skipped downstairs, and I followed at a lumbering pace, my mind blown.
She fixed us sandwiches from the limited options in my fridge, and when we finished eating and she announced she needed to go check the cages, she wiggled her fingers to wave goodbye.
Dazed, I watched the door close. What the hell just happened?
Chapter 14
Luna
