by M. F. Wild
I dropped to my knees and worked his fly open as best I could. His cock was so hard it nearly hit me in the face when I freed him from his boxer shorts. I wasted no time in latching my mouth around him. I breathed him in, moaning when his flavor settled over my tongue. God help me, I loved Eric Hayward, and I loved his cock.
I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them, all the while working his length into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could. Eric gazed down at me, like he was taking a video with his mind. I had no idea how I was measuring up to the other girls who’d given him blowjobs.
“That’s a good girl. You suck my cock so good. Here…”
When he took his cock out of my mouth and lifted it, presenting his balls to me, I wasted no time in giving them a tongue bath. I sucked each one into my mouth, releasing it with a pop when I let go. He groaned and sighed, and I had a feeling I was doing a pretty good job. Already I’d done a lot more than I had with Travis. As much as I enjoyed Eric’s pleasure though, I really wanted some of my own. The ache in my pussy was almost painful at this point.
Before I could beg him for a release, he put his cock back in my mouth, and after a few deep strokes, a shot of warm liquid coated my throat. He’d come. Goddamn him. I swallowed down his release, taking note of his unique flavor as I wrestled with my emotions.
I felt like an angry toddler in a store. I wanted to come too.
He sighed again, zipped up his pants, and walked a lazy circle around the twelfth hole. He stretched his arms into the air and contemplated the full moon for a moment before returning to me.
“I’ll be back in a bit. I need to take care of something.”
“What? You can’t leave me out here.”
He leaned down and grasped my jaw. “I can and I will. And you’re not going to argue with me about it, are you, Clare?”
“Eric, please.”
“Head down and ass in the air. You better be that way for me when I get back, or you’ll regret it.”
But before I could argue with his preposterous request, he jumped onto the cart and drove out of sight.
I was alone and naked. Horny beyond hope and completely at the mercy of the only boy I’d ever really loved. I groaned and pounded my bound fists on the cushioned turf. I rested my head on the robe under me and sighed. Did I love Eric? Did he deserve my love? I tried to remember his sweetness over this new angry side of him. As I did, I melted into the ground and took my pose, praying that no one could see me in this compromising position.
Many minutes passed before I heard the sound of a cart engine again. My heart raced, and I resisted the urge to look up. It had to be Eric. No one else would be here, right here, at this hour. Still, if it were anyone else, I’d be fired—not to mention completely humiliated.
The engine cut, and I heard quiet footfalls on the grass.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you? Have you always been that way?”
I nodded slightly, relieved at the sound of Eric’s voice.
“Talk to me.”
I swallowed over the emotion thick in my throat. “I’ve always tried to be good. To follow the rules and hope that people will like me and that one day, I’ll find myself in a better place.”
“Has it worked?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes not being good is better. Depends on the day.”
He knelt behind me and slid his fingers through my wet folds. “You can be bad with me, Clare. But only with me. I need to know this cunt is mine.”
He shoved his fingers deep into me. A sound—part gasp, part feral cry—left my lips. I needed that. Oh, I needed that. Then he withdrew, and I groaned in frustration.
“Promise me,” he said softly.
“I promise, Eric. I’ll be good, unless I can be bad with you. But you have to make me a promise too.”
“You’re not in a position to be making demands.”
“If you ruin me like this, out here, I’ll lose my job. I may not be able to support myself next year at school. My family isn’t like yours. I’m not making demands. I’m asking you to give me something in return for what I’ll give to you.”
He was silent and brought his touch back to my aching sex, a gentle teasing stroke that I hoped meant he would at least hear me out.
“Eric, promise me that if I give myself to you, and only you, that you’ll take care of my needs. You can’t give girls like Mandy the piece of you that I want and ignore me for weeks or months on end. You showed me what sex could be like, and now I want it. I crave it. And I crave it with you more than anyone else, I swear it.”
He began rubbing me steadily, and a fiery heat licked over my skin.
“So you want attention, sweet Clare? Okay, I can give you attention. In exchange for exclusive access to your pussy.”
“Thank you.” I pushed my hips back into his touch, desperate for the release that was just under the surface.
God, I wish he hadn’t come already. I wanted his cock in me, pounding me savagely. But this sensation was different. I had been able to bring myself to orgasm this way a few times but always felt kind of ridiculous. Being bent over in the middle of a golf course with Eric’s fingers defiling me felt far less ridiculous. It felt delicious and decadent and bad.
And I had told him the truth. Being bad didn’t just feel good—it felt amazing when I was with him.
Mercifully, he slipped back into my pussy, two fingers and then three, and used his other hand to pinch and stimulate my swollen clit. I rocked into him and moaned against the robe. I was climbing, closer…so fucking close.
“Scream for me. Every time you come for me, I don’t want you holding anything back. I don’t care where we are or who hears. Fucking come for me now, Clare. Now!”
I twisted my fingers into the terry cloth and let the orgasm rip through me with a scream, not caring who heard me or how vulnerable I was in front of him. The sensation piqued and then slowly melted away. With it, I sank to the ground, exhausted from my release. Moisture collected at the edges of my eyes, and I struggled to catch my breath.
In that moment, nothing could have been more achingly clear. My body belonged to Eric Hayward.
Chapter Four
Clare
The warm tropical sun felt heavenly against my skin. We’d only been on the island of Kauai for a day, and I was already sporting a nice golden tan. My best friend Megan hadn’t been so fortunate. She was nursing a mild case of sunburn beneath a large beach umbrella beside me.
I adjusted my ear buds and rolled over onto my stomach when my iPod shuffled to play one of my new favorite songs. I was happily humming along with the chorus when something very cold and wet hit my ass.
“What the—” I jerked the ear buds from my ears and flipped over onto my side, catching a glimpse of the culprit lying on the sand next to me—a canary-yellow Frisbee.
Megan shot up in her lounger and grabbed my arm. “Holy. Fuck. Me. There is a god on the beach.” She slid her sunglasses down to the end of her nose.
Chuckling, I shook my head at her dramatics. From the moment we’d stepped off the plane, the girl had been on the prowl for the ultimate Hawaiian hookup, like it was number one on her bucket list. We’d spent most of our day yesterday sunning in this exact same spot, rating men as they walked up and down the beach. I’d joined in on the fun just to appease her, but so far I hadn’t been that impressed. Most of the guys I’d seen failed miserably in comparison to Eric.
That was until my gaze landed on the gorgeous blond beach god himself.
Bringing a hand up to shield my eyes, I fixed my gaze on the glorious six feet of perfection stepping out of the ocean. The bright afternoon sun made his shoulder-length hair glow against his tanned body, which was dripping wet and glistening from head to toe. Watching him was like seeing my most sinful fantasy play out right in front of me; something I had plenty of experience with lately.
Biting down on my lower lip, I drank him in, slowly, appreciating every inch of his ripped body
like he was a piece of rare artwork. Just as I dared a look down to the perfect V that dipped below the waistband of his red board shorts, Megan snapped me from my dirty thoughts.
“Shit! He’s coming this way,” she said in a hushed voice.
The hot surfer approached. His impressive shadow completely blocked the sun. Goddamn. Even his shadow was smoking hot.
“Hey,” he said, flashing me a smile so sexy it should have been illegal. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and shifted his stance in the sand before eyeing the Frisbee in my hand. “I’m really sorry you got hit. I swear that gust of wind came out of nowhere.”
“Oh, it’s totally fine. Really. There’s no need to apologize.”
As I handed it back to him, his fingertips lightly brushed against my hand. The exchange electrified me. When I looked up at him, his wide-eyed expression mirrored my own. Get a hold of yourself, Clare.
He extended his hand out to me again. “Reed Michaels.”
“Clare Winston,” I replied, taking it.
“Clare,” he repeated, rewarding me again with his deadly smile. The sexy way my name resonated from his lips gave me goose bumps.
“And, I’m Megan,” my best friend chimed in from beside me, her voice coming off with a purr.
His glance met hers but quickly returned to me. “Listen, my friend and I scored some VIP tickets to this new club that just opened on the island. Would you two like to join us tomorrow night?”
I hesitated with my answer, struggling to find a polite way to decline his invitation. After all, I had Eric back at home. We’d finally come to an understanding. As much as I wanted to go to the club, I didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize things with our relationship.
“We’d love to,” Megan answered before I could speak.
I shot her a murderous look, but she was too busy drooling over Reed to even notice.
“Great.” He beamed and turned around to wave his friend over to us.
My attention was immediately drawn to the large colorful tattoo of a flaming tidal wave that stretched, shoulder to shoulder, across Reed’s muscular back. The blues and vibrant orange captivated me. I admired the incredible detail. Beautiful. I’d never seen anything like it. But then again, I’d never seen anything like him before either.
“Clare, Megan, this is my buddy, Cole.” Reed introduced us to his handsome friend.
I glanced over at Megan. Yep, she is definitely giving Cole a high rating in her head.
“Are you two staying here?” Reed motioned toward the beachside hotel sprawling behind us.
“Yes, we’re here until Monday,” Megan added.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Well then, it’s settled. Cole and I will meet you in the hotel lobby tomorrow around eight.”
Bracing himself on the arms of my chair, Reed leaned down over me. He looked into my eyes at a distance so close, I felt as though my breath was being sucked from my chest.
Fuck. Me.
I fluttered my eyelids at him, instantly drunk on the sexual energy that was seeping from our bodies.
The sides of Reed’s mouth turned up into a grin, as if he had somehow heard every conflicting thought swirling in my head.
“Don’t stand me up, Clare, or I’ll have to come up and fetch you. Come to think of it, that might be fun.” He winked.
Breathless, I admired his perfectly tanned physique as he ran back toward the water.
Reed Michaels was a dangerous temptation.
Exciting.
Sexy.
Completely off limits.
And, I already wanted him like there was no tomorrow.
* * *
“Yes!”
I fist-bumped Travis as we proudly celebrated our beer pong victory. We were undoubtedly wasted, but still more sober than our opponents—which wasn’t saying a lot. No doubt about it. Tomorrow’s hangover was going to suck. But, right now, I wasn’t concerned about that. The night was still young, and the beer keg was still flowing.
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
I started the chant, and soon my teammates joined in. Smiling, I threw my arm around my best friend’s shoulders and watched the losing team chug their beers. Once they were done, empty plastic cups went flying in the air.
In keeping with Ridgeville tradition, the senior football players were throwing a party at Coach Parton’s lake house. Since Clare was away on her trip, I more than welcomed the distraction. She’d only been gone a few days, but I already had a serious case of blue balls. I was counting down the days until I could sink my cock back into her sweet pussy again. Clare had no goddamn idea how addicted I was to her or our late nights at the country club. We’d christened every hole on the course…
I’d been with more than my share of girls, but Clare was different. The best part was…now she was all mine.
A set of headlights turned into the driveway, illuminating the back yard.
“Girls are here!” Travis announced, winking in my direction.
Glancing back toward the vehicle, I cursed. The horny son of a bitch had planned all of this without telling me. I should have known he’d pull something.
Whistles and catcalls erupted as the group approached, girls from school, most wearing skimpy bikini tops and barely-there cut-off shorts. When I saw Mandy glance in my direction, my blood began to boil.
I didn’t want her anywhere near me. And I knew I needed to remove myself from temptation. The last thing I wanted was the alcohol in my system to drive me to do something I would regret later.
Deciding to call it a night, I staggered across the lawn and through the dark house in search of my room. I barely made it to the end of the bed before I collapsed onto the mattress. The image of Clare’s beautiful face was the last thing I remembered before I gave in to my drunken haze.
* * *
I awoke to a familiar moan in my ear. When I opened my eyes, Mandy filled my frame of vision. Throwing back the covers, I leapt from the bed, narrowly avoiding tripping over my own feet.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I jerked my shorts up off the floor and dressed quickly.
“It’s where you wanted me, don’t you remember?” Mandy pouted her lips and rolled over to her back.
I looked down at her naked body and panicked.
“Wait a minute. We didn’t, did we?” I was terrified to know the truth.
She smirked, holding a ripped condom wrapper between her fingers. “Several times, actually.”
My stomach dropped. “No, no, no!”
Frantic, I shoved my hands into my hair, pulling hard at the ends.
Think, Eric. Think. What happened last night?
“I must say, your stamina has certainly improved. I had a hard time keeping up.” She licked her lips, rose off the bed, and walked toward me, obviously proud of her nakedness. “I’m more than ready for another round,” she purred, tracing her fingers down my bare chest.
I shoved her hand away and brushed past her. “Fuck!” I patted my pockets for my phone. “Where’s my fucking phone, Mandy?”
Amusement played at her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her long legs, and watched me search the room. “It’s probably in the bed somewhere. You got a little creative with it last night.”
Goddamn it. Can this possibly get any worse?
Tearing the bedding from the mattress, I found my phone tangled among the tan sheets. Scrolling through my notifications, I noticed Mandy had sent me a video from her phone.
“What the hell is this?” Dread dropped like a stone in my gut.
“I thought you might want a little reminder from last night.”
“Have you lost your mind? Who else have you sent this to?”
She smirked. “A few people. Just the ones I knew would like to watch.”
“Did you send this to Clare?” I snarled.
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
The panic and dread morphed into a heavy guilt. I dropped to the edge
of the bed, bracing my elbows on my knees as I held my head in my hands. “Oh, my God. What have I done?”
Mandy climbed behind me on the bed and massaged my tense shoulders.
“She can’t satisfy you, Eric. Last night just proved that. I gave you what you wanted, what you needed…and you loved it.”
I jumped to my feet. “Get your goddamn hands off me, Mandy. I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t give me that shit, Eric. You weren’t that wasted. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Her words seemed to be stuck on repeat in my head.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Throwing my shirt over my head, I bolted toward the door.
“Where are you going?” she snapped, the anger in her voice undeniable.
“I’m going to fix this.”
“Come on, Eric. She’s never going to forgive you.”
“Maybe not. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose her.”
* * *
The intoxicating aromas of bodies and sex permeated the febrile air of the busy nightclub. As I moved my body to the beat of the music, I became increasingly aware of just how close I was dancing to Reed. Our bodies moved back and forth in perfect sync, as if we’d always been familiar with one another. Earlier, when he had pulled me onto the dance floor, I’d convinced myself that dancing with him was harmless. But the instant his hands were on my hips, I knew I was heading straight into dangerous territory. The scary part was…I wanted it.
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck. As if he had read my mind, Reed lifted up my long strawberry curls and blew against my nape. The delicious sensation took a direct path to my pussy, which was already begging for release.
Once the song ended, I took his hand and led him toward the bar to cool off. I knew if I spent another five minutes on that dance floor with him, there would be no way I’d be able to keep my promise to Eric. I had grown to care for him far too much over the past month to jeopardize anything by indulging in a hot paradise fling with Reed—not that I hadn’t entertained the idea thoroughly in my head at least a few dozen times since this afternoon.
