Already, I could feel how wet I was for him.
He slid his hands down my body and undid my pants. I lifted my ass slightly as he pulled them down, along with my underwear. My shoes came off in the process. I couldn’t believe I was so exposed. If someone found us, I’d be completely bare.
I thought he’d go right for my pussy, but he didn’t. He lifted my shirt over my head and I was left with only my bra for protection. I shivered in the evening air.
“What are you going to do to me?” I said, half terrified, half thrilled at the thought of the treatment I was about to get.
“Patience, my princess,” he said.
When I heard those words a shot of electricity flowed through me like lightning. I instinctively knew he wasn’t the type of guy to say words like that lightly.
He began by kissing my neck again, then slowly his mouth moved down toward my breasts. As his lips caressed my cleavage, his hands unhooked the clasp of my bra. That was it. I was totally naked. Totally at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me, and the truth was, that’s exactly the way I wanted it. I wanted to be under his control. I wanted to be at his mercy.
I wanted to be all his and his alone.
Everywhere he kissed, his mouth left me wet, and the cool breeze heightened the sensation of the wetness on my skin.
With my bra off, he began to suck hungrily on my nipples, first the left, then the right. Pleasure poured through my body. I opened my legs and arched my back, my body begging to be touched.
His lips continued to suck my nipples and his hands slid along the length of my bare thighs, all the way to the edge of my pussy. I sighed and moaned and sunk my teeth into his neck as his fingers caressed for the first time, the gentle folds of my wet, hot pussy.
I was embarrassed by how wet I was for him. I was desperate for his touch. I wanted to be penetrated by him again. I wanted his cock cumming inside me. I wanted to feel his pleasure and feel the power of knowing I owned it. Of knowing I was the one who was making him feel so good.
His fingers traced the lips of my pussy and his thumb rested right on my clit. He continued sucking my breasts but all I could focus on was the back and forth motion of his thumb on my throbbing clit.
“I’m yours, Kane,” I whispered into his ear as his thumb teased and tortured my desperate clit.
I pushed forward, trying to force his thumb into my pussy, but he just laughed and moved his hand back.
“Naughty girl,” he teased. “Maybe you want my tongue in there?”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew he was teasing me, but I knew I wanted his sweet, sexy mouth on my pussy so badly I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his lips on my pussy lips. His tongue inside me. His mouth sucking my clit.
He kissed my mouth again and I moaned into him, desperate for the pleasure that I knew was coming. Our lips parted and our tongues embraced. The kiss was intense from the beginning, our mouths desperately trying to devour each other, our tongues pressing and dancing against each other.
His hand spread my knees open wider and he broke our kiss. I gasped for air, dizzy from the exhilaration, and his mouth began to slide back down over my body, between my cleavage, over my navel, and finally, beautifully, exquisitely, over my clit.
I braced myself and waited for the moment his tongue would enter me. I knew it was coming. I held my breath and looked up at the sky, the California night sky with its millions of bright stars. And then it came! Kane’s tongue pressed inside me, the stubble of his face slightly ticking the sensitive skin between my legs. I raised my legs and threw them around his neck, as if to stop him from ever escaping.
I looked down at his sexy beach hair between my legs and wanted to grab the back of his head and push it down.
God, how had all this happened to me? I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.
His tongue slid far inside my pussy, then came out as he began kissing and making out with my clit. He paused and looked up at me.
I blushed.
“You’re so wet,” he said with a teasing smirk on his face.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped.
“No, don’t apologize. I’m a surfer. That’s how I like it.”
With that, he drove his tongue inside me again and I felt an avalanche of pleasure begin to build up deep inside my body.
“Oh, Kane,” I gasped.
Evidently, I was no longer afraid of being found out by the people in the apartment above us.
He continued to slide his tongue in and out of my pussy, fucking me with it. At the same time, his hands slid under my ass and his wet, slippery thumb pressed against my anus. That was too much.
I clamped my legs tighter around his head and gripped him, pushing his face tighter into my pussy.
His mouth moved up toward my clit and as he kissed and sucked on it’s folds, he slid first one, then a second finger inside me. At the same moment, his thumb entered my anus.
“Oh, God,” I cried.
I was in sensory overload. My mind went blank. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was grip his hair tighter as the waves of pleasure threatened to overcome me.
His tongue flicked over my clit faster and faster, and his fingers slid in and out of me, fucking both holes at once.
I wanted to fight it, but there was no holding back. A surge rushed from his touch and up my whole body as my vagina pulsed tightly around his fingers. I pressed his head hard into me as my pelvis thrusted up into his face. I was fucking his face as forcefully and passionately as I’d ever fucked anything in my life.
He kept fingering me until I couldn’t bear it any longer.
I came so forcefully I had no idea what was happening.
Was I squirting on his face?
Was I pouring my juices all over him?
I had no idea. Whatever happened, he just kept sucking and swallowing me.
The orgasms rushed through me like the ceaseless crashing waves on the beach. Over and over, the pleasure surged through me and completely overwhelmed me. I gripped onto Kane for dear life as his tongue continued to lick and suck my clit and his fingers worked their magic.
When my breathing finally slowed down, he stopped what he was doing and came up for air.
“Whoa,” I gasped, looking into his beautiful eyes.
“That’s for earlier,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I owed you!”
CHAPTER 29
KANE
I just knew she’d taste amazing. Her juices were like a sweet, intoxicating nectar to me.
I gave her pussy one last, slow lick, savoring the delicious taste. I could still feel her trembling against my tongue. The smile on her face confirmed that she was one beautiful, satisfied babe. I kissed each of her thighs one last time before closing her legs and kissing her knees. I leaned over them, kissing her once on the lips and then on the forehead.
“Time to go,” I said.
“Yeah. It’s late. I should get back to the motel.”
“Oh, you don’t escape me that easily. Not after what we just did.”
She looked at me curiously. “What?”
“Let’s go to the Pier,” I said, not giving her any chance to say no.
“That sounds nice,” she said shyly as I handed her back her clothes and she threw them on.
I climbed down the ladder and jumped to the ground.
“How will I get down?” Meadow said, peering over the edge of the landing.
“Just climb down the ladder and I’ll take care of the rest.”
I watched as she slowly crawled on all fours and stuck her left foot out. She moved it around trying to find the bar of the ladder. The sound of laughter echoed down the alley and I turned to look. Paul and Sandra were stumbling out of the brewery together. I didn’t think they’d seen me, but I took a step back against the wall just in case. I watched as they walked by the alley and stepped back out to help Meadow.
“Was that them?” Meadow asked.
She’d retreated b
ack onto the landing, obviously trying to avoid the climb down.
“Yeah. They didn’t see us. Your foot was so close. Just a little further down and you’ll be on the bar,” I said, preparing my stance below her.
She slowly crawled backwards again, but as soon as she knew she was at the edge, she paused. Her foot was shaking when she finally started to reach it back out. It was cute.
“You’ve got this, Meadow.”
She looked down at me, uncertain how I could be so sure. She glanced at the ladder and then faced forward. Her hands gripped onto the metal of the landing as she lowered her body down. Her foot struggled desperately to locate the bar. Her toes finally made contact, and she put her foot down all the way. She was now in an awkward position with her left leg fully stretched out and her right still fully bent on the landing. She froze and her grip tightened. She took a deep breath and started to fidget, unsure what to do next. I kept encouraging her.
“Keep going, you’re making it harder.”
“That’s what he said,” she blurted out.
I let out a loud laugh. I swore I was the only one who still made that joke, but before I could, she stole the words right out of my mouth. Her timing was perfect, and she knew it. She was laughing too.
Still laughing, I turned to check we weren’t drawing any attention to ourselves. Before I turned back, her laugh turned to a yelp and she lost her grip on the ladder.
Just in time, I leapt forward and caught her in my arms. It was quite a distance but my arms broke her fall perfectly. She clung to me so tightly I could hardly breathe. With her arms wrapped around my shoulders, she buried her face into my neck.
“I’ve got you,” I said, soothingly. “I was under you the whole time.”
She looked up into my eyes. She was so beautiful. I thought she was going to kiss me, and her kiss would rock me to my core.
But instead, she spoke.
“That’s what she said,” she blurted out.
I burst out laughing even harder.
“Oh, damn, you got me again!” I said.
I squeezed her even tighter. She was funny. Beautiful and funny.
I loved the way she laughed. The joke was funny, but I could tell her laugh was more from nerves. She’d just orgasmed in my face on a fire escape and then fallen off it! Of course she was nervous!
But her laughter kept me laughing. It was nice to be laughing so freely after all this time. I didn’t want to let her go. As our laughter quietened, I leaned in and kissed her as I held her in my arms.
“You ready to go for a walk?” I said, after we’d been kissing for a few minutes.
She smiled and nodded. I lowered her to the ground and we started walking back toward the brewery.
“Wait,” I said, stopping her. “Let’s go out this way. We’ll be less likely to run into people.”
I lead her out the other end of the alley. We cut through the parking lot. It only had a few cars left in it. On the other side, there was a path leading between two houses to the quieter residential streets. I was glad for the privacy. For a little town, the main downtown area was pretty busy at that time of night and I wasn’t too keen on running into anyone I knew. The last thing I needed was my town gossiping about seeing me out late with an unknown woman.
There’d been enough gossip about me two years ago.
Meadow was quiet as we walked, street lamps lighting our way. She was checking out the homes as we passed them, trying to get a feel for the town.
“Have you been over here yet?” I asked her.
“No. I haven’t had time to do much exploring. This seems like a cute area,” she said, still looking at the homes.
“Yeah, this is a nice part of town. Although, there’s really no bad part of town.”
“I love walking at this time of night when people are home and still have their lights on. I can peek in and see how they’ve decorated their spaces. Everyone has such unique styles,” she said.
“Where are you staying now?” I asked her.
“Well, I checked in at the Rolling Wave motel last night. I thought I’d be here for a night, but today I booked it for a few more nights. Despite your earlier suggestion for me to go back to where I came from,” she said without looking at me.
Her voice got quiet and trailed off. I felt like such an ass. Especially because she was obviously still hurt by what I’d said.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said.
“It’s okay.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’ve completely changed my mind about that. Now I want you to stay.”
She looked up at me cautiously.
“You really mean that?”
I nodded.
“Because you don’t have to say it just to be nice.”
“I mean it,” I said.
I gave her a playful nudge and put my arm around her. She gave me a bashful smile, leaning into my body and wrapping her arm around my lower back.
“Anyways, I guess I’ll just stay at the motel for now,” she said. “It’s pretty nice. I hope that apartment Paul mentioned works out though.”
A strange feeling came over me. I felt possessive of her, protective. Like she was already mine, even though we still had only known each other such a short time.
I didn’t like that she was staying at a motel. It didn’t feel right. It was a decent motel, but she deserved better. It seemed like such a waste for her to be paying for a place by the night. Especially if the place Paul mentioned wasn’t even available for another month. I had a whole house to myself with plenty of rooms to spare, but I held back from mentioning it to her.
“Do you know where the place Paul was talking about is?” she asked.
“Oh. If it’s the one I think it is, it’s just a five minute drive that way. Up around those homes on the hill. It’s nice up there.”
I looked at her. I thought how nice it would be to have her around. And how much sense it made to save her from paying for the motel for the rest of the month, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my place.
I couldn’t.
The last time I tried to help someone, it ended in tragedy. I was convinced I was cursed. When people got close to me, they got hurt. I could spare Meadow that pain.
“Do you live nearby?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said without looking up.
I didn’t say more.
We cut across the street to a new road with a new row of houses with their lights still on. She looked in the windows and made comments about different color choices or pieces of art that she saw. We got to the boardwalk and I pointed to the lifeguard post down the beach.
“Let’s go sit up there,” I said, taking her hand.
“Really? Up there? You think that getting me to climb up stairs will get me to take off my pants again?” she said with a nervous laugh.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “There’s a ramp on the front. I promise there’s no ladders!”
She laughed and I felt her body relax as we walked through the sand.
CHAPTER 30
MEADOW
Our conversation hit a comfortable silence. I looked around and wondered if that moment was even real. There was a full moon that night. It was big, bright and beautiful. Around it, twinkling stars filled the rest of the deep, dark sky. The moon lit up a path along the rippling ocean water. There was a cool breeze and the sound of crashing waves filled the silence. Even with the cool ocean air, I felt warm because I was tucked in close, under the arm of quite possibly the most handsome man I’d ever met in my life.
Is this real? I thought.
It felt too perfect. I was too happy. I’d spent my whole life telling myself I deserved less, and now I was getting everything I could dream of.
“What was that?” Kane said.
I must have spoken out loud.
“I didn’t say anything,” I said, hoping he’d buy it.
“Isn’t the ocean incredible,” he said. “It’s as if it remembers ev
erything, so you don’t have to.”
I looked at him and wondered what he was thinking to say that.
“How long have you lived here?” I said.
“Born and raised.”
“I guess that qualifies you as the welcoming committee.”
He looked at me, confused by what I meant.
“Although you take quite the non-traditional approach,” I blurted without thinking. “I mean, most committees drop off a gift basket. You drop your pants in the ladies room.”
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was being rude. Only a part of me regretted it though. Sure, the sex was amazing, and I was having a really nice night with him, but there was still a nagging part of me that wondered how many women he’d done this with.
“Hey now,” he said, turning to face me.
He didn’t instantly deny it. Now I regretted it. It was one of those questions I shouldn’t have asked if I didn’t really want to hear the answer.
I wouldn’t have been surprised at all if my fears were true. Men are able to fuck a lot of women. Matt made that clear enough.
I’d be kidding myself to assume Kane was any different. Of course I wasn’t the first woman he’d had some fun with, before taking her down to the beach for a romantic cuddle. I could just imagine how many women had sat right where I was seated, feeling warm and safe against his body.
“What happened earlier in the brewery, that was all your fault, Meadow,” he said.
“Excuse me? My fault? You’re the one who practically pushed me through the door,” I shot back.
“I know. But you gave me no choice.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My fault?
I sure as hell wasn’t the perfect surfer babe with the perfect beach body and perfect beach hair and every girl in town lusting after me!
“The second I caught a glimpse of your perfect ass, your sexy curves, your number was up. No way this was ending any other way than my getting inside your sweet body.”
“Well, aren’t you the charming one?” I said, getting more upset than I meant to. “First you make me feel fat, then you humiliate me in front of the entire town. Then you tell me to go home.”
“Meadow,” Kane said, holding me tighter. “I know. I’m sorry for all that. Believe me. I’ve got issues.”
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