by N. M. Howell
"No." He watched me for any hint of explanation, frozen in place.
I sighed, confused. "It's just, I've never been with anyone like you before. I'm scared. Not of you, really. Although I will admit, you're something to be marveled at." I motioned my eyes down towards his swollen cock that lay against my stomach. "I just don’t want to disappoint you."
He laughed in that beautiful boyish way and caressed his hand against my cheek. "You will never disappoint me, Skylar. You are mine, and I am yours, and you are perfect in every way. If you don't want to do this, we can leave, grab a coffee, and just hang out. If you want to stay, then I'll take it slow. I will never hurt you, I promise you this." My body felt like jelly. I nodded to him, unable to believe how absolutely perfect this man was.
"Take me," I whispered, and then bit his earlobe playfully.
At that, he pressed into me. Slowly at first, but I was so wet in anticipation that it didn't take long for my body to open up completely to him. After a few slow thrusts, he pressed himself fully inside of me, and my body exploded in pleasures I never even knew existed.
"Oh god," I moaned into him, as he worked himself in and out, pressing so deep inside of me. He pounded me like the waves pounded the shore. My desire resonated with Zack, and he quickened his pace as I arched my back, my head pressing into the wood beneath us as my hands ran up and down his back. He completely filled me. It was like puzzle pieces linking together to form a larger picture. He was the piece that had been missing. I lifted my hips to meet his as our rhythm built together, moving in unison pressed so closely against each other. He was far larger than any man I had ever been with, and my body ached from the pressure he built up inside of me. It was a good ache, and no matter how hard he pressed into me, he was never close enough. I needed him to consume me, to be part of me. I was desperate, and I couldn't let him go.
I felt a warm trickle down his back where I had been digging my nails into his skin. I hadn't realized I was holding on to him so tight. I felt guilty until I realized it was actually turning him on, and then I clawed him even harder. He pressed his body so deep into mine, then grabbed me behind the shoulders and spun me over so I was on top of him.
He stared up at me with those ice blue eyes, his gaze never wavering for a moment. I sat back on his swollen cock, pushing myself deeper and deeper onto him, willing my body to take him even further inside. Our hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, and we gazed into each other's eyes as I rode him to the rhythm of the surrounding waves. The wild ocean breeze felt cold against my skin, but his body exuded a warmth that radiated through my bones.
We spent quite a while together like this, eyes locked as I rode him rhythmically until I could feel myself getting closer to climax. I was so desperate to reach it, yet at the same time, I never wanted this night to end. I could tell from the look in Zack's eyes that he felt the same. I pressed my body down onto his as hard as I could, taking him as deep inside of me as I could possibly handle, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Fuck me. Now. I want to feel you come inside of me."
Without hesitation, he flipped us both around and pounded into me so hard I thought I might tear open. I wrapped my legs around him as tight as I could, as I could feel myself approaching a climax. He ground himself deep inside me, pressing his hips low into mine to build the friction between our bodies. I moaned loudly, my head bent back in agony. "Fuck me, Zack," I murmured in his ear as he pressed his face into my neck, panting wildly.
"Skylar," he whispered into my skin as he bit my collarbone, drawing just a little bit of blood. I screamed in ecstasy as he drew me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard I could hardly breathe. He pushed himself deep inside as I felt his warmth spill inside of me, his body shuddering on top of me as the weight of his body settled onto mine. Still, he pressed deeper, coaxing my climax along for a longer ride than I knew myself capable. He suckled the skin in my neck as I moaned uncontrollably at my newfound sensations. We pressed out hips together one last desperate time, and then our bodies collapsed together, completely spent.
We laid there for what felt like hours under the moonlight, our bodies intertwined at the end of the pier, listening to the waves crash around us. Finally, the air started to get cold against my bare skin, and Zack moved to stand to get our clothes.
“Where are you going?” I asked while sitting up.
Zack fell back beside me and smoothed my hair from my face.
“Oh, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I wouldn't dare leave you alone.” He shushed me with kisses. “I'm here for you. Always.”
His words were such a comfort that I relaxed straight into his arms and fell asleep against his warm body, the sound of the waves lulling me into fields filled with dancing wolves under a shining moon.
4.
The morning sun stung my eyes, and I grimaced against the light as seagulls cried in circles above. For a moment, I was confused. Where was I? I peered to my right and found a sleeping Zack, his beautiful features a welcome sight in the bright light of dawn.
No, that wasn't sunlight. That was--
“Mr. Rider! Mr. Rider! Is this your new girlfriend?”
“Zack, is this another one-night-stand?”
“Did you meet her at your party?”
“How long have you been seeing each other?”
“What's your name, beautiful?”
Oh, God. We were crowded by flashing cameras and people calling out insanely probing questions about who I was and how we came to meet. I shook Zack who was already awake and assessing the situation. He has managed to put his pants on and stood confidently. I was grateful to see he had covered me with my dress. He took my hand to help me up, and collected his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. I was lucky to be small enough that it covered all the parts that needed covering. He gave the cameras a debonair smile and then pulled me through the pack of flashing light with the most aggressive smirk I'd ever seen him wear. Once we were safely past most of the mob, he broke into a run.
Our legs moved in sync against the wooden pier until we hit the sand where I tripped and fell. Zack laughed and helped me to my feet, pulling me towards his car that was just across the sand and up the hill. My heart was racing, and I was absolutely mortified. My life was now no longer anonymous – I would become the new face associated with Zack Rider, and my bare bottom would be plastered across LA papers, not to mention magazines and news sites nationwide. Zack was still shirtless as we hopped into his Porsche, his jacket now lost to the beach behind us where paparazzi were stumbling through the sand to capture another picture of us making our escape.
As he peeled out of the parking lot, he waved his hand out the window, and I followed suit, soaking up the LA sun that was peeking over the edge of town and greeting us with rapturous applause. He turned to me and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
Suddenly his phone beeped, and he looked down at it. An instant look of anger flashed across his face.
“We need to leave town,” he said sharply. “Now.”
He swerved the car over four busy lanes of traffic and headed towards the onramp that would lead us to the highway heading north out of Los Angeles.
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