Could Be the One: (Lucas and Becca) (A Back to Jetty Beach Romance Book 2)

by Claire Kingsley

  “Oh, Lucas,” she whispers.

  I suck harder and she leans her head back, a whimper escaping her lips. She shifts her hips so her pussy rubs against my cock. I put my hands in her shorts again and I’m in fucking heaven—my hands all over her ass and her tits in my mouth. I kiss and suck and lick her until she’s breathing hard and grinding against me.

  I put my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and she moves so I can take them off. She settles back on my lap and plunges her hand into my pants.

  Her eyes widen. She pulls my cock out and stares at it. “Oh my god, Lucas. You’re…”

  “I’m what?”

  “You’re really big,” she says. “I’m not sure if I can, well…”

  “You’ll be fine, darling,” I say. “We’ll just take it slow.”

  She nibbles on her bottom lip again and slides her hand up and down the shaft. Her delicate hand looks fabulous wrapped around my dick like that. She lets go and moves off my lap, helping me undress. But instead of getting back on my lap, she kneels in front of me, her hands on my thighs.

  Her tongue sweeps across her lips. “What if I, um…”

  I lift my eyebrows in surprise. I was not expecting this. “If you want to, I certainly won’t say no.”

  She grabs my cock at the base and leans forward, her eyes lifted toward mine. “I really want to.”

  I stare at her as she brings my cock to her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip a few times, and she gets me good and wet. The feel of her tongue gliding across my dick is extraordinary. I’m starting to breathe harder already and she’s barely started.

  She pulls the tip into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the shaft, and looks me straight in the eyes. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She doesn’t let go of my gaze while she slowly draws more of me into her mouth.

  “Holy shit, Becca.”

  I grab the back of the couch as she starts to move. She slides my cock in and out of her mouth; I can’t take my eyes off her. She can’t fit me all in, but she uses her hand on the base, stroking me in time with the movement of her mouth. I have no idea if she’s ever done this before, but she’s fucking brilliant at it.

  She moves faster and I groan. The pressure builds, and I move my hips to thrust in her mouth a little harder. She moans, like she’s enjoying this too, and there’s nothing hotter than that.

  I lose myself in the feel of her mouth. It’s warm, and wet, and I slide in and out, rubbing up against the top of her mouth, to the back of her throat. I can’t stop watching her. This gorgeous woman has my cock in her mouth, and that is something I did not think would ever happen.

  “Fuck, this is so good.”

  She takes me in deeper and I run my fingers through her hair. She moans again, like she’s never tasted anything better than me. This is the hottest blowjob I’ve ever had. She slows down, caressing me with her tongue, then plunges down on me, hard.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  She pulls back, sucks on the tip, and slides me in again. Over, and over. My mind goes blank. I’m racing toward my climax, every movement of her sweet, hot mouth bringing me closer.

  This feels so fucking good, but I don’t know if she wants me to come in her mouth. “Becca, I’m so close. I’m gonna come unless—”

  She picks up the pace and I can’t think. I grab the couch, like I need to hang on for dear life. My balls tighten, my back stiffens, and I start coming.

  “Oh fuck, Becca. Fuck, yes.”

  Her hands clutch my legs and I thrust into her a few times while my cock throbs. It’s so intense, the rush washing over me, leaving me dazed.

  Becca pulls away and I give her a second before drawing her into my lap. I wrap my arms around her, and hold her body close.

  “Fucking hell, Becca,” I say into her neck. “That was mind-blowing.”

  She laughs softly and moves back so she can look at me. “You liked it?”

  “That was unreal.” I put my hand on the side of her face and lean in to kiss her, but she shies away.

  “Are you sure you want to do that?” she asks.

  I slide my hand around to the back of her neck and hold her in a tight grip. A guy who won’t kiss a woman after she’s given him a blow job is a straight-up asshole, as far as I’m concerned. “Come here.”

  I kiss her mouth, gently at first, teasing her lips apart with my tongue. She opens for me, and I slide my tongue into her mouth—that brilliant fucking mouth. I enjoy every inch of it—the feel of her lips, her tongue against mine. She’s delicious.

  She rubs against me, and I can already feel how wet she is. I slide my hand between her legs and gently slip two fingers inside her. She gasps and starts to move her hips as I rub against her clit.

  “Just give me a second, darling, and I’ll be ready for you.”

  “What?” she asks. “But you already…”

  I kiss her again and grin. “I told you I’m fucking you on this couch. That was a promise.”

  My dick doesn’t fail me, and after a few minutes, I’m hard again. Although I had no doubt—especially with a woman as exquisite as Becca, naked and straddling me, her pussy so wet I can barely control myself. I roll her onto her back and reach over to get a condom out of my pants pocket.

  Becca laughs. “Do you always carry one of those with you?”

  “No, but I figured I should bring one tonight, just in case.”

  “It’s a good thing,” she says.

  I roll on the condom, then settle between her legs, my cock just outside her opening. Her body tenses up, so I kiss her again and only slide in the tip.

  “Relax, baby.”

  Becca meets my gaze and nods while I push into her, slowly, carefully. I feel her stretch open around me. Her eyes flutter closed and a soft sigh escapes her lips.

  “Oh, Lucas.”

  Her pussy is exquisite—so hot and tight. I slide into her until she sheathes me completely. “Holy fuck, Becca.”

  She opens her eyes, but they’re glassy and unfocused. “What?”

  “You feel incredible.”

  “I do?”

  “Are you kidding?” I move in and out a few times, gently at first. Then I thrust all the way in and hold there. “How does that feel?”

  “Amazing,” she says, her voice soft. “You don’t even have to move and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

  She is so good for my ego. I move faster and her body responds. She moves her hips, taking me in deeper. She starts to moan softly, but closes her mouth, like she’s trying to stop herself.

  I pause and run my thumb across her lips. “You can let go, Becca. No one is around to hear you but me.”

  “I’m used to being quiet,” she says.

  “Don’t be, darling.” I plunge in, harder this time. “I want to hear you.”

  I thrust again, in and out, picking up the pace, and her body moves with mine. She stays quiet at first, but it doesn’t take long before her moans grow louder. I love feeling her let go, hearing the sound of her restraint fall away.

  With my cock still inside her, I sit back on my knees and pull her toward me by her hips. I grab her thighs and hold her legs up, marveling at this beautiful woman as I drive myself into her. I take one of her hands and guide her fingers to her clit.

  “Touch yourself here.”

  She hesitates for a second, but I thrust into her again and her eyes roll back. I get her fingers going and soon she’s rubbing herself while I pound her.

  “Oh god, Becca, that is so fucking hot.” She looks fantastic, lying before me with her gorgeous tits, her legs in the air, fingering herself while I pound her. Her pussy heats up, clenching around me, and I know she’s close. “Do you want to come like this? Or do you want something else?”

  Her eyes focus on me and her hand pauses on her clit. “I have choices?”

  “Anything you want, darling.”

  She stares at me for a second, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. “Will yo
u kiss me while you make me come?”

  “Done.” I lower myself down, shifting her legs so they wrap around my waist, and kiss her. I fuck her harder while my tongue caresses hers. She grips my back, her fingers digging in as she gets closer. I hold myself up with one hand and grab her ass with the other, keeping a steady rhythm that brings us both to the brink.

  She pulls her mouth from mine as she loses control, calling out with the pulses of her orgasm. I grind into her, growling into her neck while she comes. Oh fuck, that feels so good. I wait until she slows down and drive into her, plowing her into the couch cushions. She heats up again and I know I have her. If I can hold off just enough, I think I can make her come again.

  Multiple orgasms in three…

  Two…

  One…

  “Holy fuck!” she cries out, and claws down my back.

  I explode into her, releasing all that tension in an orgasm that shatters me. I break apart into a million pieces. Becca’s skin, her scent, her pussy holding tight around my cock; it’s everything. I thrust and groan and get lost in the sensation.

  When my climax subsides, I stay on top of her for a long moment, catching my breath. It takes a few seconds for my brain to catch up. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had. It was stunning.

  I won’t lie. It freaks me out a little bit.

  Becca looks at me with a hopeful smile. I grin back, but resist the urge to kiss her again. I need to be careful with her.

  “Wow,” I say, a little breathless, as I get up off her. I turn and pull off the condom while she sits up.

  “Yeah, wow.” She brushes her hair back from her face and grabs her clothes off the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

  She goes into the bathroom and I take a moment to get my shit together. I get my clothes back on and run a hand through my hair. I sink down onto the couch, my heart still pounding.

  Becca comes out and smiles at me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is still a little messy. She sits down on the couch next to me, and grabs the popcorn bowl, pulling it into her lap.

  “Well, that was amazing,” she says. “You still up for a movie?”

  I laugh and grab a handful of popcorn. “Sounds good to me.”

  She grins again and gets the remote. I settle back into the couch and enjoy my post-sex euphoria. This thing with Becca is even better than I thought it was going to be.

  17

  Lucas

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Becca says.

  She’s sitting in the front seat of my car, dressed in a black tank top and shorts, her hair pulled up in a ponytail. She wrings her hands together in her lap and casts nervous glances in my direction.

  “Of all the things I’ve talked you into doing, this is the one you can’t believe?”

  We’re driving up the highway, heading north. I finally talked Becca into going surfing.

  She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “Of all the things we’ve done, this is the only one that potentially involves large predatory animals.”

  I laugh. “There aren’t any sharks around here.”

  “Do you know that for sure?” she asks. “Because there could be. Or there could be other things that might mistake me for dinner.”

  I put my hand on her leg and squeeze her thigh. “You’ll be fine. We won’t see any sharks.”

  “Yeah, you don’t see them until they bite you.”

  I shake my head and keep driving. The best surfing spots are north of Jetty Beach, and I packed a bunch of food and beer for afterward. I rented a surfboard and wetsuit for Becca and had my car loaded before I told her what we were doing. I knew it was going to be a challenge to convince her, so I wanted to make sure we’d be ready to head out as soon as I got the tiniest yes out of her. It took some work to get her to agree, but when she relented, I rushed her into my car and we headed toward the highway.

  My favorite surfing spot is just past Gabe’s restaurant. We pull out onto the gravel road leading to the beach and park along the side. The weather is a little cold for a day in the water, but that means there isn’t anyone else out here, which is perfect. And once we get moving, we’ll warm up just fine.

  I turn off the car, but Becca doesn’t unbuckle her seatbelt.

  “Lucas, I really don’t know if I can do this. I think I’m more scared of the ocean than spiders.”

  “I don’t think it’s possible to be more scared of anything than you are of spiders.” I squeeze her leg again. “You can do this. I promise you can. Imagine how amazing it’s going to feel.”

  She puts a hand over mine. “You won’t get too far away from me, will you?”

  I shift in my seat and touch her chin, turning her face toward me. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

  “What if I can’t do it?”

  “You can,” I say. “We’ll take it slow. Just one step at a time. I’ll be right there.”

  There’s still fear behind her eyes, but her back straightens and she nods.

  We get out of the car and she strips down to a bikini. It doesn’t matter how many times I see her naked (and lately that’s pretty often), I still love looking at her body. She’s slender without being too skinny, with toned legs from all the running she does. I help her get into her wetsuit, then change into mine.

  I get down both surfboards. Becca’s is big, but a larger board is good for a beginner. She handles it like a champ, hauling it down toward the surf. I don’t ask if she wants help with it; sometimes I can tell when she wants to prove she can do something herself.

  “Okay, first we’re just going to go out far enough that the water is about hip deep on you. The waves won’t be high there, and you can get used to being in the water.”

  She chews on her bottom lip, but nods. We walk out into the water. It’s so cold, it’s painful at first, but it doesn’t take long before our feet get numb. The wetsuits keep the rest of our bodies warm enough, and we wade out until the water hits the top of Becca’s thighs and the waves carry up past her waist when they roll by.

  Our surfboards float next to us. Becca holds hers like it’s the only thing keeping her from being swept out to sea.

  “See, this isn’t so bad,” I say.

  “This is terrifying.”

  A larger wave rolls past, coming up to her chest, and she gasps.

  “You’ve got this, darling,” I say, my voice firm. “You can do this.”

  I have her lean on her surfboard and pick up her feet to see how it feels when the waves move her. At first she jumps off immediately. But after a few tries, she’s able to stay on and move up and down with the water.

  “Okay, it’s time to get on and paddle out farther.”

  She gets a little groove between her eyebrows, and I can practically feel her fear, but she nods. I show her how to get on the surfboard, on her stomach so she can reach down and paddle with her arms.

  “Don’t go too far,” she says.

  “I won’t. Trust me, Becca.”

  We move out, close to where the waves are breaking. I explain how to point the board toward the beach and paddle to get going when a wave is coming.

  “You can even stay on your stomach, just like you are. We’ll work on standing up later.”

  We move out farther and turn around so we’re facing the beach. The first wave comes, but she doesn’t get going fast enough. It rolls beneath her. We try a few more times, but catching your first wave is tricky.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” she says after missing another wave.

  “You need to stop holding back,” I say. “Let go and own it.”

  She wipes a few strands of hair off her face and looks at me with fierce determination in her eyes. Another wave comes behind us and we both start paddling.

  “That’s it, Becca,” I yell at her as the wave starts to crest. “Keep going!”

  The wave catches beneath her and instead of rolling over the top of it, she rides the crest. She picks up speed and
grabs the sides of the surfboard. I catch the same wave and ride it in with her.

  We both lose momentum as we get closer to the beach, although we’re still in deep water. Becca looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes lit up.

  “Did I do it?”

  “Becca! You did it!”

  I paddle toward her, grinning like an idiot. I’m so proud of her. She spins around so she’s facing me, and her smile lights up the world.

  “Oh my god! I did it!”

  I laugh and jump down, intending to grab her and hug the shit out of her. But my board pops out of the water and flies at Becca.

  It hits her right in the fucking head.

  The whole thing happens in slow motion, but I’m moving the slowest of all. My board glances off her temple and she brings a hand up to her head. Her eyes close and she tilts to the side, slipping into the water.

  I lose sight of her and panic grips me. Another wave rolls past and she doesn’t come up.

  “Fuck!”

  I dive beneath the surface, but the visibility is shit. I can’t see a thing. Another wave breaks over the top of me, churning up the water. Bubbles and white froth surround me and the force of it tries to shove me down to the bottom. I stretch my arms out, searching, struggling to find her. She can’t have gone far; she’s tethered to her board. The leash tied to my own ankle pulls me up short, so I reach for my leg and unfasten it.

  I’m running out of air, but I can’t find her. My chest burns with the need to breathe and the edges of my vision start going dark. I’m going to suck in a lungful of water if I don’t get back to the surface fast.

  The water churns again and something rolls a few feet away from me. I surge in that direction and reach out, connecting with something. I grab on. It’s Becca’s arm. I yank her toward me, but I barely know which way is up anymore. Bubbles rise around me and I have just enough oxygen left in my brain to realize I can follow them. I wrap my arms around Becca and kick as hard as I can, desperately trying to get us above the water.

  My head breaks the surface and I suck in a deep breath. I cough and gasp, but make sure to get Becca’s face out of the water so she can breathe.