by Nella Tyler
“Hey dick-wad!” The sound of her voice was enough to send my mood from one end of the spectrum to the other, and I never thought being called a dick-wad would make me smile. I was relieved that she showed up. I didn’t want to admit it even to myself, but the thought of not being able to find her again was causing panic to take root.
“You showed up!” I turned to look at her and when she was close enough the crescent moon brought her into my view. She was wearing the same shorts and t-shirt she had on earlier and still looked just as good. Her blonde hair shone underneath the moonlight and the little beads in her hair sparkled. She’s so fucking hot.
“Did you give me a choice?” I could see that she brought her shoulder chip with her.
“Well, yeah, but I guess you didn’t like the other one,” I can be as snippy and sarcastic as she can. “You’re half an hour late. You’re lucky I’m a patient man.”
“Thanks,” her appreciation sounded more like fuck you. “Let’s get this over with. I ditched my bodyguard, but I can’t guarantee you he won’t show up if this takes too long.”
I laughed out loud at that. “That guy was your bodyguard? Whoa, I hope he doesn’t show up-”
“Shut the hell up.” She is definitely loyal to her friends. She dropped the old board she was holding. It looked like it hadn’t been waxed since 1999. I was about to give her a hard time about that when she pulled off her t-shirt. My mouth was suddenly dry and all of my blood was rushing from one head to the other. She was wearing a bikini top underneath, but it looked like her chest had grown since she bought it and her sexy breasts were barely contained. “Don’t stand there with your tongue hanging out. Start stripping.”
“Stripping? Me? That wasn’t the deal.”
She was just about to unbutton those little denim shorts and she stopped and said, “If I surf naked, so do you.”
I have no idea why I didn’t just strip, but she made me want to argue, “I didn’t steal a surfboard.” Her eyes cut over to where the board she’d taken earlier sat stuck in the sand.
“Prove it. You’re the one with the board now, not me. I’m out of here.” She picked up her shirt and was about to pick up her board when I said,
“I bought the board. I have the receipt.” I suddenly didn’t want to argue any longer – I just didn’t want her to go. She stopped and turned to look at me with an even more suspicious look than usual.
“Why?”
“For you, so you can still enter the contest.”
“Why?”
“Listen, I figured if it was that important to you that you’d steal a board for it… I don’t know. I just wanted to give it to you. You don’t have to strip and we don’t have to do any of this, okay? I’m not going to call the cops.”
“Why?” She had her brows drawn together and her hands on her hips. She’s so pretty. I wanted to suck that plump bottom lip of hers into my mouth.
“Is that all you can say tonight?”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I wanted to do something nice for you. Is that so bad?”
She didn’t say anything, but she reached back and untied her bikini top. I swear to God I nearly had a fucking heart attack. She reached for the button on her shorts again and said, “Are you stripping or am I leaving?”
I grinned. I may be a dick-wad, but I’m not a fool. I pulled off my t-shirt and had my board shorts down in a matter of seconds. For the first time since I met her this afternoon, I saw an emotion on her face that wasn’t anger or suspicion. She was staring at my body like she’d never seen a naked man before and I think she was at least slightly impressed. “You still have those little bottom things on…” She snapped out of her reverie, gave me a dirty look and pulled the bottoms off. My cock literally ached. The cold water would come in handy.
“Let’s go,” she said, laying that old board down in the water.
“Aren’t you going to use your new board?”
She gave me another dirty look, but I was rewarded by the sight of her walking over to get the new one. Damn…she’s so hot. I stood rooted to my spot until she had the board strapped to her ankle and she lay forward on it and started to paddle. It was the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. It was painful to lie down on my board, even after I hit the freezing water. She looked so fucking good that the cold water wasn’t even doing the trick.
She paddled out into the swell like a pro, but as soon as she jumped up on the board, I saw what her friend was talking about. Her balance was off and her stance was all wrong. Before the little wave hit underneath her board, I knew she was going off. She hit the water, and I dove under for her. As soon as my arm went around her waist, she started fighting me. I hauled her up to the surface and she jerked away from me. “Feeling me up was not part of the deal!”
I laughed. “I was saving you from drowning.”
“I wasn’t drowning.”
“You weren’t surfing, either. Sorry, but your friend was right, you suck.”
She climbed on her board and paddled back towards the beach in a huff. I wasn’t laughing for long as I followed her. That painful ache was back in my cock. She stood up about three feet out and picked up that heavy board. She carried it up to the sand in a huff and started putting her clothes back on. When I climbed out I watched her for a minute and then said, “I admit that was a little harsh. Maybe I should have said your surfing needs some work-”
“Shut up! I don’t care what you think of my surfing.” She was having a hard time wiggling into her shorts. She hadn’t put her shirt back on yet, so it was quite the pretty picture. “Quit staring at my boobs!”
I laughed. “I can’t help it. I’d have to be blind or dead not to. Jesus, you’re hot.” She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I wished like hell that I could get into her head and find out what she was thinking. I’d never met anyone who hid their thoughts so well.
“You think I’m hot?”
“Um…yeah,” I looked down at my cock that was trying to stretch in her direction. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She shrugged. “I thought you were just horny.”
“That, too. You wouldn’t be interested-”
“I’m not a whore!”
“Excuse me? I never thought you were.”
“Well, I’m not. Guys seem to think homeless girls will do anything for money-”
“Homeless?”
“Duh…don’t act like you didn’t know. Surely, you’re not that stupid.”
“You are a little picture of sunshine, you know that? I really didn’t know you were homeless. I thought you just hung out with that Phoebe girl-”
“Whatever, I have to go.”
“Where do you have to go?” She ignored me, dropped the board, and took off towards the cliffs. She pulled on her shirt as she walked. I grabbed my shorts and stepped into them as I chased after her. “Wait! Summer, wait!” It didn’t take long for me to catch up with her. My stride was three steps to her one. When I did, she stopped and said,
“What do you want from me?”
“I just want to help.”
“Help? Help me do what? I didn’t ask you for any help. I’m out here on this stupid, fucking cold beach with the only set of clothes I have dripping wet because you blackmailed me. What kind of help could I possibly want from a person like that?”
Shit. I wish she would have just kicked me in the balls. It would have hurt less. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I was just having fun and to be honest, I am just that stupid. I never thought you’d show up tonight. I was hoping that you would because I wanted to see you again…but I honestly didn’t think you would. Now, I just feel like a….dick-wad.”
She actually smiled. It was only the second one I’d seen on her beautiful face and the first one had been fake and directed at Kobe. She is drop-dead gorgeous, and I just lost my mind for a second. I reached for her and my hand landed on her hip. I bent down slowly, expecting her to knee me in the crotch. When she didn’t, I put my ot
her hand in her hair and twisted my fingers around one of those braids. Her breaths were coming in short little gasps, and she wasn’t hiding how she felt very well any longer. She cleared her throat just as I brushed my lips across hers. Once again, I braced myself for the attack, but it didn’t come. Instead, she sighed and tipped her head back. Her pretty green eyes were closed and for a few seconds, I just looked at her. “You’re so pretty, Summer.”
CHAPTER FIVE
SUMMER
I stood there millimeters away from this guy, trying to ignore the burning in my chest that started as a fire in my core as soon as he touched me. My senses were all completely overwhelmed and I tried to keep the mantra going in my head that says, you can’t have this guy, over and over again, but the smell of the ocean was mixed with his clean, masculine scent. His breath smelled like mint and it was warm and sexy on my face. His words were ringing in my ears. He thought I was pretty. This guy is so incredibly hot that he could grace the covers of magazines in the supermarket and he thinks I’m pretty. How the hell was I supposed to make myself walk away? This is an opportunity I should have never had and would never have again.
I told myself to snap out of it. I was being ridiculous. There are so many reasons why I can’t have this guy and I need to make myself believe that. I opened my eyes to tell him he needed to back up, but that was a huge mistake. Those blue eyes were focused on my lips and God help me, I’m just not that strong. When he pulled me into him this time, my cold chest and hard nipples molded up against his hard as steel one, and I completely lost any resolve I had left. I wanted him and I didn’t want to care that I was not supposed to have him.
He slowly and seductively slid one hand down my back as he brought his lips back down towards me. I parted them so he could slide his warm tongue inside and seek mine out. He tasted even better than I imagined he would. As they played against each other, I felt one of his hands continue to slide down and he grabbed a firm handful of my ass. I reached up and twisted my fingers up in those sexy, messy dark curls and he let out a long, deep moan. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and it turned my insides into hot, molten lava. I forgot who I was or that I came from nowhere. I forgot that he was everything I’d never be and I melded into him and that kiss and I completely gave myself over to him.
We kissed forever and when he pulled back so we could come up for air, he took my hand without saying a word and led me to where the waves were breaking into the shore. I didn’t question it. I just went with him, knowing that this was the man I wanted to be my first. I wasn’t sure how he would feel about that, but at this point, I would not be denied. The tide was coming in and we only took a few short steps before we were waist deep in the cold water. I was not sure about him, but what I was feeling inside was enough to keep me warm even as the frigid waves rolled into me.
His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and he pulled it back off of me. I had a fleeting second of sanity – that’s my only shirt. I would be mortified if I didn’t have anything to wear home…back to the cave. I took it out of his hand and pitched it as far out into the sand as I could so the tide wouldn’t take it back out. My bikini top was still on the sand where I’d dropped it when he kissed me the first time. His hands went to the button on my shorts, and I felt myself boldly caress his hard cock through the front of his shorts. I’d felt one before, Bennie’s, but Drake’s felt a lot bigger and thicker. I felt a twinge of nerves in my belly, but then he groaned or maybe it was a grunt…whatever it was sent electric shocks shooting down my spine. That emboldened me even more, and I let my hand slide over his sexy flat abs and slide it down into the front of his shorts. I found what I was looking for and let my hand wrap around it. I heard him suck a breath in through his teeth. I was holding mine. I’d never touched a naked one before. It felt hard and soft at the same time, and it was hot. I could actually feel it throb in my hand and that fascinated me, but the best part was when I stroked my hand up and down it and Drake flexed his hips into me and made happy sounds.
He fumbled with my button and zipper and stripped my wet shorts down past my hips. I reluctantly let go of him and used both hands to push them and my bikini bottoms the rest of the way off and toss them over with my t-shirt. His hand immediately went down between my legs, and the stars in the sky didn’t even come close to rivaling what exploded in my head when he touched me.
His fingers were like his cock, rough and soft at the same time. He ran them over the outside lips gently at first and then he separated them and let his fingers skim across my swollen and throbbing clit. I was the one moaning now and flexing my hips into him. I could feel how wet I was, even in the water. My wetness was warm and thick, and Drake used that moisture to draw circles against my clit with his thumb. It felt like absolutely nothing I’d ever felt before…and then he slipped a finger up inside of me and I felt him hesitate. Before he could say anything, I reached up, put my hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him back down into another hot kiss. He was gentle, but he didn’t stop. He worked one finger into me and then two, and then I ground down against his hand and the barrier was gone and I was ready for him. The cold water must have numbed it or something because I didn’t feel any pain. The only thing I felt was a hot, driving need to have this man inside of me. He pulled his hand away and looked at my face again with those crystal blue eyes as he untied and released the Velcro on his board shorts and pulled them down. He pitched them over where my clothes lay in the sand before he reached down and wrapped both of his arms around me to lift me up out of the water.
Drake wrapped his full lips around one of my nipples and began to suck and lick and nibble at it. The rockets were going off in my head again and I was making crazy, animalistic sounds. Luckily, those seemed to spur him on rather than turn him off. While he switched breasts and began to torment the other, I felt him slowly lowering my body against his. When his hard cock was pressing against my opening he stopped, pulled back, and looked at my face again. I nodded and he loosened his grip. I held onto his shoulders and lowered myself down…slowly. It took a few minutes for my body to stretch and mold to accommodate him and once he was all the way inside of me, he held himself there for several long seconds, just letting me get used to him. I felt him grip my ass cheeks tightly in his hands then and as the waves rolled in and out and the water rocked against us, we rocked into each other.
I let my hands slide down from his shoulders to his nice firm biceps, and I gripped them as I leaned forward so I could put my mouth on his long, sexy neck. I began to kiss and lick and suck it, and his thrusting in and out of me became faster and more urgent. I was rocking up and down and he was pulling in and out and suddenly, I felt an orgasm like nothing I’d ever caused during my self-explorations begin to build in my toes. It worked its way up into my core and fire exploded in my belly. I cried out as I came and dug my fingernails into his arms. Seconds later, he followed me, and I felt his hands grip onto me so tightly as he came that I thought I’d surely have his handprints on my ass by morning. I didn’t care. As he rocked gently into me and held me like he never wanted to let me go…, my world tipped on its axis and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Drake leaned his face into mine and in a winded, raspy voice he said,
“Un-fucking-believable Summer… That’s what that was, un-fucking-believable.”
Drake was right; it was “un-fucking-believable.” But now what? Shit! I’d obviously never done this before so I had no idea how to act now. I’m smart enough to know that I’m not this guy’s girlfriend now or even his main squeeze. Do I just walk away and never see him again? Why the hell does my chest hurt when I have that thought? Before I could think of anything to say I shivered, hard.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he wrapped me up in his big arms and literally picked me up and carried me out of the water. “I have a towel in my duffel bag.” He sat me down gently and went over to get the towel. The whole two seconds he was gone, I continued to try and think of something to say, but nothin
g came to me. He brought the towel back and wrapped it around my shoulders. He was touching me so gently and being so sweet that I could almost let myself believe that there could be more for us…almost. “Stay with me tonight, Summer.”
“What?” I felt like I just woke up from a dream…or was I still in one?
“Stay with me, at my place tonight.”
“Um…” I was actually thinking about it. A real bed, a hot guy, a hot shower… Jesus, I was thinking of this guy in terms of room and board. “No…thank you, no.”
He cupped my chin in his hand and tipped my face up towards his. God he’s beautiful. Why would this beautiful man be put directly in my path when there is no way I can have him? “Why?”
Summoning every ounce of strength in my body, I stepped back and took the towel off my shoulders. I handed it to him and forced myself to look him directly into those ice blue eyes and I said, “Because I don’t want to, but thank you. Thank you for tonight.” I turned and started collecting my clothing and shaking the sand out of them. I could feel him staring at me while I was putting them on. He was still standing rooted to his spot – naked and hot in the moonlight. I was shaking all over and didn’t know if it was from the cold, the sex, or anxiety over this whole situation I let myself get into. When I got my clothes on, I reached down for my old board and that was when he broke his silence and said,
“Take the new one, it’s yours. I’ll be here tomorrow morning after nine. I’d like to help you get better before the contest.”
“Why?”
“I meant what I said before. I just want to help.” He touched my face again and made me look at him. “What just happened between us wasn’t what I was after when I said I wanted to help you. I wanted it very badly, but I didn’t expect it and I promise you that if it never happens again…I’ll hate that, but I’ll still want to help.”
