by King, Asha
Bryar leaned closer and the heat in her eyes matched his own. His hand moved more possessively over her waist, pulling her closer, and the previously cool water seemed to warm between them as waves gently lapped at their flesh. Another shiver worked along her arms, one he doubted was just from the temperature.
He wanted to kiss her. More than anything he could recall wanting in recent memory. Just to taste her and feel her against him, to lose himself and his troubles and make his focus her pleasure.
It was crazy and foolish, he knew, but he couldn’t resist leaning in as her chest firmly pressed against his. He was rock hard, craving the feel of being buried in her folds, of grasping her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as their lips neared and soon he felt her hot breath on his mouth, the little pants that said she was as eager for him as he was for her. He had no idea where this was going tonight but became quite certain that whatever she was up for, he’d be game as well.
Their breath mingled, that sweet moment of anticipation before the kiss rising—he could all but taste her now.
Water splashed suddenly to his right, voices raised in laughs and jeers. Sawyer blinked against the sudden flash of light—a camera.
His body iced over with fear but it was just the kids from the bonfire, someone waving around a cell phone and shouting at Bryar.
Bryar. Not him. Because they knew her and he was just the strange guy hanging around the beach with them.
“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath and he let her go as she backed off, crossed her arms up over her chest. The others were undressing, apparently liking the idea of mid-fall skinny dipping, and the spell between them now in the water seemed broken.
Goddamn. He tried to stifle his disappointment and annoyance. “Maybe we should...” he suggested.
“Yeah.” She avoided his eyes and they swam back toward shore, avoiding the half-dozen people now stripping out of their clothes and squealing at the temperature of the water.
Sawyer moved swiftly ahead, not giving a damn about his nudity—the others hadn’t brought the phone with them to the water, after all—and gathered Bryar’s T-shirt first, walking back to the water to hand it to her while using every shred of restraint he had to avoid looking at her. She murmured her gratitude and slipped the T-shirt on swiftly. It wasn’t long enough to cover much else but the moon at her back left shadows over the tantalizing apex of her thighs. He busied himself slipping on his boxers and jeans while she slipped on her underwear. His clothes clung to his damp skin and would be extra chilly when the wind kicked up.
“And the answer to ‘what is more effective than a cold shower, is...’” She smirked at him, tucked her hair behind her ear, and scooped up her jeans.
He realized this probably meant their night was ending and there wasn’t much he could do about it. As if there was another random bonfire tomorrow? Shit, ask her on a date? He wasn’t sure how normal people did that anymore. And where would they go for that in Midsummer? He couldn’t say, hey, let’s have a date, only somewhere private where no one will see us together. It would make him sound like a serial killer.
The air was much colder now that his skin was wet and dampening his clothes. She likely felt it too and it wasn’t fair to extend the night when they’d just be standing around in wet clothes.
“I’ll walk you home,” he offered, sliding on his T-shirt.
She had her jeans on, jacket and shoes in hand, and the strap of her bra hanging out of the sleeve of her coat. She glanced absently down the beach before she spoke next. “Do you live around here? I mean, do you know the area? Because the shortcut is only about twenty minutes and involves a dark path through some woods. I know the way myself but I wouldn’t want you getting turned around and lost.”
He could drive her too, he supposed, but that would involve leading her back to the beach house and inviting more questions. Especially when he’d have to rouse Jeffrey just to find the keys. “Walk you part of the way?”
“Sure.”
Sawyer carted his shoes in hand as she did and threw his button down over his shoulder. Their discarded beer bottles—empty—lay to the side, and he scooped those up too to deposit where the others were by the bonfire. The sand was cold and smooth underfoot, making for slow walking but an otherwise comfortable pace considering the company.
“So your sister and brother-in-law live in Midsummer?” she said after a moment.
“Just visiting. For a few weeks.”
More silence. Now it was the awkward kind, because they’d lost that moment in the water and he desperately wanted it back though he couldn’t see how.
Her shoulder brushed his arm as they walked, winding along the beach and past the still-burning bonfire where he left the beer bottles. In the distance he could see the beach house and the glow of lights in the windows. Instead of heading that way, though, Bryar cut in front of him and toward a path to the right that arched away from the beach, through tall grass and toward the woods. Although the area wasn’t really thick with trees, he could see how it would get confusing at night without knowing the area. The ground was still sandy in spots, roughed with dry grass.
“You grew up here?” he asked as she picked her way through the path.
“Mostly. We moved around a bit when I was little but I don’t really remember much. I was running through the woods and along the beach as soon as I could figure out how to climb out my window.”
The beach was far behind now, trees clogging his view of where they’d left. Still, he had enough of a sense of direction that he’d find the way back.
Bryar stopped ahead of him and turned, tilting her head to look up at him but not quite meeting his eyes. She fidgeted a little, shifting from foot to foot. “Well, I’m not far from here—I can head the rest of the way.”
“Okay.” Jesus, why the hell was he so nervous, so bereft of something to say? Ask for her number. See if she’ll be around the beach tomorrow night too. Why did all of that sound so goddamn lame?
Because you’ve never really had to do this before, dumbass.
Enough moonlight worked through the trees that he could make out her face, her expression as she watched him in silence for a moment. She hesitated, lips parted like she was going to say something, eyes searching his. Then her mouth snapped closed and she gave him a half smile, turned and started down the path again.
He watched her go, just a few steps and the darkness would swallow her whole.
“Bryar,” he called.
She turned as he dropped his shoes in a pile at his feet, took three steps to close the distance between them, grasped her hand, and pulled her into his arms at last.
Chapter Four
Sawyer’s lips found hers and an electric charge seemed to run through Bryar’s body at the contact. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulled him closer, kissing him back eagerly—the response elicited a low growl in his throat, hands gripping the small of her back tightly. Their bodies pressed together, the thickness of his erection pressed against her belly and her pussy spasmed in return, craving the feel of him inside her.
He pulled back, still mouthing her lips gently. “Sorry if that was too sudden. I’d just been planning to ask for your number.”
Her hands moved over his chest, delighting in the feel of hard muscles against her palms. “I was thinking of doing the same—I mean the kissing thing, not the number, but I’ll take that too. I wasn’t sure if it would fall under too much too soon.”
“Nowhere near enough.” He kissed her again, their tongues tangling, a war that neither would win but neither could lose. Her entire body was on fire, yearning for him, and she didn’t care if she was being too bold or weird or whatever else, because he was warm and perfect and seemed to want her as much as she did him.
They stumbled back, fumbling at one another’s clothes. Her jacket and shoes she’d been holding hit the ground, then her back bumped against a tree. She was trapped between it and him, the hard thic
kness of his cock pressed into her belly. She needed it somewhere else entirely and grasped his shoulders, all but climbing him, desperate to feel him between her legs. He obliged her, large hands clasping her thighs and lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
She rolled her hips downward, grinding against him, and he groaned. She hadn’t had sex in a while and now her body let her know it, pussy wet and craving. When his hand slid under her T-shirt, fingers trailing gooseflesh in their wake, her entire body shuddered. He palmed her breast, gliding over her skin and thumb working her nipple into an erect bundle of nerves. She moaned at each touch and grasped his T-shirt, jerking it up over his torso and tossing it aside.
Her mouth left his long enough to sweep her gaze over his body, taking in the expanse of his shoulders, his defined pecs and flat abs—everything she’d seen while they were in the water. Now she could touch him anywhere and she did, enjoying the firmness, the silk of his skin, how he could be both smooth and rough all at once.
A shudder worked through him as her fingers danced over his skin and he squeezed her nipple in response. The pleasure-pain of it left her gasping and her hips undulated again.
“This isn’t too fast?” he whispered, his eyes searching hers. There was heat in his gaze, something intense and weighted, like he was holding onto control and a word from her would unleash everything held back.
Her hand slid down between their bodies and boldly grasped his erect cock as it strained against his jeans. “It could go a little faster. And harder.”
Sawyer growled as he surged against her, kissing her firmly and devouring her mouth. Her fingers popped the top button of his jeans and eased past the zipper, gripping his erection through his boxers. He was thick and long, growing harder by the second as she palmed him.
His mouth moved over her chin, her throat, nipping and sucking at her skin until she was squirming and mewling with the pleasure of it. He pushed her T-shirt up to fully bare her breasts and captured the nipple of one in his mouth while continuing to work the other with his hand. As if reading her mind or at least her reactions, he knew just how to touch her—how much pressure, what rhythm to use against her sensitive flesh, and within moments she thought she might come just by having her breasts played with. But then her pussy squeezed in wanting and she knew she needed more there, had to have him between her legs and pushing her to completion.
“Do you have a condom?” she managed between panting breaths.
Her nipple popped free from his mouth and he sighed heavily, warm wet breath striking her chest as his head bowed. He’d stopped moving, shoulders deflating. “Fuck. No.”
“Didn’t plan on getting lucky?”
He lifted his eyes to hers. “Didn’t plan on meeting you. Did you?”
Bryar shook her head.
“Fuck,” he repeated, a sentiment she shared completely.
She licked her lips, swallowed dryly and sucked in some of the chilly fall air. It didn’t cool her down at all. Fuck. She was more than willing to hook up with a guy she just met when he had her whole body buzzing like this but she wasn’t entirely irresponsible. She knew nothing about him.
Her hand was still down his pants, though, and she delved past his boxers to feel his bare flesh. Sawyer gasped, eyes growing wide for a moment then his lids fell at half-mast as she slid her hands up and down his cock. She read his reactions, the quickening of his breath and the way his hips rocked against her, increasing her pace and rubbing the heel of her hand over the thick dome of his dick.
Sawyer leaned close, kissing her brutally so her lips felt swollen and thick, thoroughly tasted, then whispered hotly against her mouth, “If I can’t fuck you, I want to watch you come.”
Mmm, yes, she approved of that idea. “Rub my pussy.”
Her words made him groan, then he was jerking open her jeans, sliding his fingers past the damp cotton of her panties and into her even damper folds. She was soaked for him and his fingers glided smoothly against her slit.
She bucked as he thumbed her clit, the simple touch sending a jolt through her entire body, and when his fingers pressed into her, two of them driving deep into her core, she cried out. White-hot pleasure coursed through her. Oh God yes, this was what she wanted—or as close to it as she was getting tonight. Him moving in and out of her, driving her nearer and near to the edge of bliss.
Sawyer leaned back, his hips between her thighs managing to keep her braced against the tree while he worked her T-shirt off completely with his free hand. It remained tangled on one of her wrists, dangling to the side as she gripped his shoulder to keep her steady. Her other hand still worked at his cock, faster and faster.
He swept his eyes over her, trailing heat everywhere he looked, and she looked down as well. At her exposed breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath, at his hand buried in her pussy, at the beautiful hard dick in her palm. She was writhing between him and a tree, half-naked, a man whose last name she didn’t even know on the verge of making her come, the erotic sight and thought of it almost enough to push her over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he whispered, meeting her eyes in both warning and question. She could’ve backed off or slowed down, could even have left him hanging there, but instead she smoothly glided her fingers up and down his cock in swift strokes. He was thrusting into her palm now, fucking her hand as much as she was stroking him off. Then his eyes rolled back and his entire body shuddered. Hips bucking, he groaned as he came, his seed arching up to splash against his belly and chest.
Her fingers milked the last of it from him and his cock twitched as her touched swirled come over the sensitive tip.
With sinking realization, she found he’d stopped touching her—his hand was still between her legs, sure, but not moving, not rubbing her, and his head fell to her shoulder as he panted after release. Maybe he just need a minute, maybe—
But no, he eased her down until her legs were no longer wrapped around his waist but feet on the ground and pulled his hand from her underwear. Bark bit her bare back, now irritating without the previous pleasure distracting her.
Great. He got her all hot and bothered and now he wasn’t going to finish her. Wasn’t that fucking typical?
She was about to chew him out when he dropped to his knees before her and turned his gaze upward, a wicked smile on his perfect lips.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you all night,” he said in a low growl, reaching up to grip the waistband of her jeans and ease them down her hips.
Oh. Oh.
He’d left her panties in place and didn’t move them yet, instead settling his hands on her hips and holding her in place. The tight denim of her jeans kept her thighs immobile, when all she really wanted to do was wantonly spread for him. All should do was pant and stare down, watching and waiting.
He stared for a moment at her panty-covered pussy and then leaned forward enough that his nose brushed her mound and breathed in. Just that slightest contact brought shivers through her. She was primed and ready, needy and drenched with want.
He nudged her again with his nose and then licked her through her panties, his tongue pressing the cotton into her. Again she flinched, her hypersensitive nerves feeling it everywhere. Oh God she wanted more but he seemed determined to draw it out, no matter how she squirmed against his grip. He kissed her thighs, licked along her panties, and she bucked in his hands.
“If you’re not going to make me come, I’ll do it myself,” she said in a breathy, frustrated little growl.
Sawyer grinned up at her, his smile positively wicked. “I’d like to see that sometime.”
Oh, would he? She reached up and grasped her breasts, massaging them, working her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, holding his gaze fiercely the whole time. Though she’d emptied him just minutes ago, his eyes went glassy with a surge of want.
He met her challenge by grasping at her panties and easing them down at last, down over her ass and resting with her jeans at her thigh
s. The chilly air hit her wet, exposed pussy and she shivered once, then again as his hot breath replaced it. The moment of anticipation stretched on and on until it was taut, and then at last his tongue snaked out to flick over her mound.
She thrust her hips at his mouth, bracing against the tree and still massaging her breasts. “Fuck, I need you to really eat me, I’m going to burst.”
He licked harder, still holding her immobilized so she couldn’t spread her legs, his tongue delving lower to hit her clit. The small, swift movements were teasing, building her into more and more of a frenzy until her hips were moving in little circles in time with his tongue.
Just when her frustrated want was reaching its peak, he jerked down her jeans and panties past her knees and shouldered his way between her thighs. His mouth came in full contact with her pussy, open and lapping at her juices, and she let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Her hands fell from her breasts, grasped his head and tangled in his hair, gaze falling down to watch him work between her legs.
Two fingers thrust up into her, then a third, moving easily through her soaked, hot channel. She trembled everywhere, her body alight with pleasure and barrelling toward orgasm.
His mouth left her pussy for a moment, eyes locked on hers, chin glistening with her wetness. “Come for me. Come for me nice and hard.”
It didn’t take much prompting—she was right there, right on the verge, as his fingers pushed in and out of her and tongue returned to rake against her clit. She squeezed his hair, couldn’t stop herself, as her entire body contracted and she cried out. Bliss radiated in all directions, drove through her in waves and waves that felt like they’d never end. Her back arched, head slammed against the tree, and felt no pain, no discomfort—nothing but rapture as she came against his mouth and hand.
Her body threatened to topple over as the orgasm slowly ebbed, and her heart beat so hard she thought it was knocking against her ribcage. Just as she started to slide down the three, her knees giving out on her, Sawyer moved to brace her up again. He eased her panties and jeans back into place, buttoned them closed again, and pressed a brief, tender kiss to her hip before rising.
