by Scott, S. L.
He rolls towards me and strokes my hair. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m sorry. I will, but not yet, not tonight.”
I whisper my reassurance that it’s fine, and he continues, “Yale was a disaster from the start. Some of the big guys on campus didn’t appreciate me swooping in on their territory. They were legacy, but really, I think it’s that they didn’t appreciate their girlfriends liking me.” He laughs at the memory. “Maybe they didn’t like me screwing their girlfriends. That’s probably more accurate.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m not surprised by his statement.
Lying on his back, his hands drop to his sides, and I already miss his touch. He says, “I lost interest in school and just wanted a break, so I dropped out and went home. It only took a month before I was on my parent’s last nerve and they were on mine. I packed a suitcase and came out here. That was the biggest crime in their eyes. They had already plotted my whole life out in New York. I was set up with a job, an apartment, even a girlfriend if I wanted, but it was just one big fucking social climbing game there. I didn’t want anything to do with it.” He squeezes his eyes like he’s wishing the memories away.
His eyes flash open and he looks at me. “I’m sorry. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about this crap—”
“No, don’t apologize. I like when you share with me. I want to know all about you. I know you in a very intimate way, but I really don’t know who you are as a person.”
“I want to know all about you, too.”
I sit up and finish my champagne. He’s there, ready to top it off as I soon as I swallow.
“I’d rather kiss you,” he says.
He leans over and kisses me, making me want more of this man than I should. He brings out a slutty side of me and I’m really starting to like the benefits of that side. The slut is powerful and confident. She knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to ask, or wiggle into position to give a strong hint, for what she wants. I’m Evan Ashford’s slut!
I kiss him with the pent up need of, well, of a girl from Colorado who discovered her very own personal life-size Hawaiian sex god. I jump on top of him and kiss him feverishly, pinning him down and continue on my kissing tirade of his body until my stomach growls. It growls so loud that we both—lips still attached—open our eyes and look at each other. I slowly lift up as he props up on his elbows. “I want you, Mallory, but we should eat.”
“If we must,” I say, disappointed.
After settling down onto the blanket next to him again, he pulls a container of cut-up pineapple out of the basket. “Don’t worry, we have all night and I’ll make the wait worth your while. Can I feed you?” he asks, eyebrow raised in anticipation.
I’ve always wondered what the big deal about feeding someone else was all about, so I reply, “Sure.”
I take another gulp of my champagne and look at him, unsure of what I’m supposed to be doing other than waiting for food to enter my mouth. He moves closer, confident, as he picks up the first piece of fruit and brings it to my mouth. With a smile, he says, “Open wide, beautiful.”
While waiting for the fruit, I’m convinced my mouth hanging open is completely unsexy and I start to feel awkward. His eyes and expression turn lusty and he pauses as he stares at my open, waiting mouth. With a lift of my eyebrows, I encourage him forward. He sets the pineapple lightly on my tongue and I close my mouth around the fruit and his fingers. His fingers linger and then he slowly pulls them out and sucks them into his own mouth seductively one finger at a time.
Watching him stirs my most inner desires. Letting my own desires take over, I say, “I want you!” Without a second thought of someone seeing us here, I jump on top of him, knocking the bowl of pineapple over. He flips me down on to my back and straddles me while attacking my mouth with wet kisses.
We grab at each other’s clothes, pulling and tugging, until our shirts are off. Never looking down, his hands unbutton my shorts as he roughly pulls at them with one hand. I lift up and using both his hands, he takes the sides of my shorts and underwear and yanks them off. He removes his swim trunks and tosses them carelessly away from us. When he drops down on top of me, my legs instantly spread wider. I gasp at the sensation as he rubs his length firmly against me, hitting the perfect spot. “Baby …” His voice trails off as he sucks down on one of my breasts.
Suddenly, he looks up and his smile is mischievous. “Mallory, I’m hungry.” His words sound more like a moan than a request.
I lift up and look at him, confused. “What?”
“I’m hungry,” he says as a piece of pineapple appears in front of my face. He holds his hand steady as my eyes flicker between him and the pineapple. Seriously, he wants to eat right now? I want to feel him inside of me and he just wants to eat?
“I thought we had decided to wait on the food?” I signal to our naked bodies.
He cocks his head to the side, and says, “I’m going to eat … you, baby.”
“Oh!” I drop back down onto the blanket. I wave him onward. “I’d like that, too. Yes, you should eat.” I put my forearm over my eyes embarrassed that I’ve become so sexually open with him. At the same time, I like who I am with him more and more. He makes me feel beautiful and brave, confident in myself.
His body moves down mine and I jerk when I feel something cold against my most personal place. Bolting upright, I see and feel him rubbing a piece of pineapple on my aroused sex. “Um … Evan … Oh dear lord.” That’s all I manage to say before falling back and enjoying his tongue maneuvering on me down there. I look over to my side and see his hand groping at the blanket searching for more of the Hawaiian fruit, but with no luck. I grab the bowl and put it in his reach because this feels fan-fucking-tastic and I absolutely want to encourage him to eat more— since he’s so hungry and all.
He chuckles against my wet insides, resulting in even more pleasure. My hands go to his head, gently holding his face to me, and all I can say is, “Oh my God! Yes, Evan, eat.”
I close my eyes and get lost in the sensation. His tongue and fingers work me over in opposite motions, making my eyes roll back into my head. The ocean, the breeze, the pineapple, Evan, it’s all too much. His fingers enter as his teeth graze across my sensitivity, and I lose it. With a gasp and the calling of his name, I hold his head tightly to me as his tongue does one final lap around my holy land before I relax into the blanket a complete mushy mess.
Looking up, he rests his chin on my pelvis and smiles at me. His eyes are glistening with happiness, his more arrogant side tingeing his irises with pride. He’s gorgeous.
“Promise me you’ll do that again. That was in-cred-ible,” I say, enunciating every syllable for extra emphasis.
“Honeydew melons are in season,” he says, and we both burst into laughter.
He climbs up my body, hovering over me, and kisses me. It’s tender and lovely, much like the feeling blooming inside.
The sun has disappeared into the horizon and when I turn back, Evan kisses me again. The taste of pineapple, him, and me commingling in his mouth inspires a moan from me. He sits up, his face suddenly pained. “I can’t be with you until I know you want it, want all of me. I need you to know that you’re more to me than just this, than just sex.”
“I don’t doubt your intentions,” I whisper, running my nails lightly down his back. “I want to be with you, Evan. But … I think I should rinse off first.” I can feel the stickiness and though it was quite the turn-on at the time, I worry that it might become an issue later.
He pops up then takes me by the hand, helping me to my feet.
Now I feel self-conscious. “Can anyone see us down here?” I ask, standing there naked on the beach.
“There’s a public path further down the beach, but no one really knows about it, so don’t worry,” he says, reassuring me as he leads me into the water until we’re waist deep.
His hands hold me and we come together and kiss. This time we’re much slower and tender. I let my hands explore, skimm
ing over every taut muscle and defined feature of his strong back. His hands start their own exploration and grace down my sides to cup my ass. He pulls me up, holding my body tightly to his. His erection is solid and ready, making me moan into his mouth again. The first course was nice, but I’m ready for the main course now. He picks me up and I wrap my legs quickly around him. Trudging through the water with my body fully attached to him, he grunts into my mouth as a wave hits the back of his legs. Wobbling slightly, he tries to hold on as the next wave crashes against him and he stumbles forward. We fall down, but he catches me by breaking our fall with his hands.
He looks up and the playfulness of the moment is gone, a dark desire replacing the light in his eyes. I scurry out from under him, going for the blanket, but he grabs my ankles and drags me back down under him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
The depth of his voice is mesmerizing. It’s like in those old black and white movies where Dracula approaches the distressed damsel and then suddenly she decides, hey, he’s hot. I’ll let him end my life. Yeah, it’s a lot like that right now. “Don’t move,” he says, jumping up and running to the blanket.
I don’t move an inch when the water surrounds my body as the tide comes in softly then glides back out. I don’t even think I blink in the time he’s gone. He resumes his position over me and then licks the water droplets on my stomach. The tip of his nose dips into my sex and he lingers there, inhaling me. His hot breath makes me squirm, causing his eyes to flicker up to meet mine. He crawls up my body, owning every inch of me, as I lay there helplessly under his spell, paralyzed by the sexual heat of the moment. Sitting up, he takes the condom between his teeth while telling me very pointedly with his eyes what he’s about to do to me. My breathing deepens as he adjusts back down and covers me, skin against bare skin, on the sand, in the water, in paradise.
I can tell he’s waiting for me to give him the go ahead. He already told me I hold the power, so I end the misery for both of us by stroking through his sideburns and over his ears into his hair. “Evan, I want to be with you. Please.”
He exhales in relief, running his hands from my elbows towards my wrists and dragging them above my head, pressing them into the sand as he enters me. I gasp at the fullness, which reminds me of everything I’ve been missing for weeks. He fills me completely as he pushes himself as deep as he can go. “I’ve missed you,” he says, verbalizing my sentiments.
Our fingers intertwine and he uses the leverage to move quickly in and out. The frenzy deep inside begins to twist and build. I squeeze him with my legs, sand grating between us, and move against him, needing more of everything. My mind blurs, but keeps that tightening feeling in focus.
His lips brush against mine as he stakes his claim, not knowing he already owns me. “You’re mine, baby. Only. Mine.”
I nod, confirming his declaration.
Our bodies move erratically as he drops his head against my forehead. He releases me and pounds his hand solidly into the sand, leaving it there for balance. His other hand goes to my cheek. Although I feel sand rubbing against me, his touch is tender and sweet.
With jagged breaths, we look into each other’s eyes as I hold him to me with my legs. Leaving my cheek, he lowers his hand to my flaming center. Awakening my whole body, little earthquakes erupt from deep inside. “Oh, Evan, yours, only yours, always,” rushes from my mouth without thought, but knowing it’s the truth revealed.
“Oh, fuck, Mallory.” He leans down to attack my mouth with his tongue. “Always. Mine.” His orgasm hits any unshattered nerve that remained in my body and makes me twitch with pleasure.
We collapse, laying there in the sand with no will to move. I turn to look at him, but he has his eyes closed, exhausted from the activity. The water surrounds my body one last time before I sit up. He does the same though no words are spoken. The lust in his eyes has been replaced with love, and I move closer to him, curling into his side and letting him envelop me with that love. I kiss his chest and then look out in awe of how amazing life can be when you’re happy and in love.
21
Mallory
After a night of sexual escapades, we lay in the dark of the early morning hours, the curtains drawn open and the moonlight hitting the edge of the room. It’s just bright enough to see his features. Evan has a handsome profile, and I take the time to really look at him, to memorize for later when we’re apart. My heart clenches at the thought, but I wish it away, so I can enjoy the time I do have with him.
I lie on my side, letting my gaze trace from his forehead, over his nose, making the transition over peaks and dips of his kissable lips and detour down to his chin.
He’s different to me now, different from the night at the bonfire where he was all arrogance, and pride, pained and vulnerable, wrapped up in the whirlwind tornado of his emotions. He’s also different from the first day I met him at the airport. Evan was just cocky looking for a lay then. He didn’t know about me and didn’t care to. It makes me wonder when it all changed for him.
“Did I not do my job properly?” he asks, his eyes remain closed as the corners of his mouth lift up in a smile.
“What job is that?” I ask, restraining my own smile.
Evan rolls onto his side, his eyes opening. He looks tired and utterly breathtaking, but I don’t say that. That would give him the upper hand in the moment and I’m liking the little control I do have.
“I was hoping to wear you out earlier.”
With a light laugh, I say, “I got a second wind.”
He leans over and kisses the tip of my nose. It’s a sweet gesture, almost playful coming from a man who has trouble showing his true feelings.
There’s an opening with this kiss and I decide to broach the subject I’ve been most hesitant to bring up. I’m curious and it’s beginning to get the better of me. “I heard you and Noah used to be friends, close friends. What happened?”
He appears thoughtful as he looks down, his hand slipping under the covers and finding mine. He drags it up and uses his fingertip to draw on my palm. “Yeah, we were. It’s stupid kid stuff. We got into some trouble and his dad wouldn’t let him hang out with me anymore.”
“You two tried to steal a car, right?” I put the two stories together.
When he looks up, I can tell he’s not happy that I know about the car situation. “Is that what Kalei told you?”
I nod and look away from this narrowed gaze.
“That’s kind of bullshit coming from him,” he says, keeping his voice low in respect to the time of day. “The car was my dad’s. He wouldn’t have pressed charges on us. I even had the key, so it’s not like we were ‘breaking in’ technically. His dad is just old-fashioned Hawaiian. He wants his kids to hang out with descendents of the great Hawaiian Royals, not haoles. It’s pretty ridiculous if you ask me. I mean look at Noah.” My eyes flicker up to meet his as his tone changes to angry. “He’s part of this tight local culture and preaches about it, but hits on you. I mean, I understand why he’s hitting on you, but it kind of goes against all his beliefs.”
I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say, first off. Secondly, I don’t know what to believe either.
“I don’t want to talk about Noah,” he says, putting his arm behind his head and lying back on his pillow.
I don’t want to push even though I feel like we have so much more to talk about and discover about each other, but for the first time, it also feels like we have enough time ahead of us to do all that.
I wake up in the morning to the sound of the shower. When I look at where Evan should be, I find a note instead. Taking it in hand, I smile. It reads:
To My Beautiful Girlfriend,
I went for a swim. I’m hopping in the shower now and then I’m going to take you to breakfast. I’m in the mood for pineapple. Go figure. I also want to take you somewhere special today. Dress to go swimming.
Love,
Your Boyfriend – God, I like saying that!
I flop back down onto the bed, holding the note to my heart and smiling with an uncontrolled reverence for the man who left it for me. The water shuts off and a minute later, Evan appears, wet with a towel wrapped around him. His voice is soft, testing. “Are you awake, baby?”
“Yes, come over here,” I say more seductively than I intended. I guess he brings it out in me.
He saunters over, dropping his towel, and climbs back under the covers. Leaning over, he kisses me, leaving me breathless.
“You summoned?” he asks, his tone and expression matching in their slyness.
I hold the paper in front of him. “You left me a note?”
“I’m a little slow on how this whole relationship thing works, but I’ve learned my lesson with the note.”
“You know, you don’t have to leave me a note whenever you’re not in bed. It’s just … it’s just that first morning I woke up and waited for a long time. It made me feel that night meant nothing more than just another,” I lower my eyes, and say it, “another fuck, just a one night stand.”
“Look at me, baby.” His finger lifts my chin until my eyes meet his again. “You were never just a fuck. At the airport, I was attracted to you and thought you looked like a good time, but when you told me my bullshit wasn’t going to work, I knew you were different. Yes, beautiful in such a fucking sexy way, but you challenged my mind, too.” He places his fingertips on my forehead and slowly drags them over my nose, continuing down my neck and stopping between my breasts. “You’re the whole package, Mallory. I’ve never met anyone like you before.” He leans in and kisses me by pressing his soft lips against mine, barely moving, but with more unsaid emotions than we’ve kissed with before.
His hand flattens on my chest, and he admits, “I’m afraid I’m going to screw this up.”
“I’m no expert here, but as long as we talk we’ll have a lot better chance at this.”
His wet hair drips on my face and he swipes away the drop. “Mallory, I know you only have a month left, but I …” He turns away from me, and sits up hunching his shoulders with his head downwards.
