Groaning at her use of words, I took another drag.
“Is that weed?” Her eyes were huge. Okay, so she obviously wasn’t high.
“Maybe. Why? You a cop?” With a smirk, I continued to smoke as I watched her in fascination.
“Uh, no!” Indignation colored her words and her cute face scrunched into a frown. “My ex is a cop and he’s a dick. I’m definitely not a cop.” A strand of hair fell in her face, hanging between her eyes. She made no move to get it out of the way, simply kept staring at my lips every time I took a hit. I was so fucking hard, I could barely see straight.
“Do you want some?” Amused, I held it out to her. Those baby blues of hers went from my proffered blunt to mine, where they stayed.
Reaching out, she took it awkwardly in her hand and studied it. She then one-handed crawled over next to me and sat. Still looking at it.
“You generally have to put it to your mouth to smoke it.” A chuckle escaped me.
“Like this?” She flipped her hair out of her face and wrapped her lips around it.
“Jesus, it’s not a dick. Just put the end between your lips and inhale through your mouth. Hold it in for a minute. Then exhale.”
The hacking and gagging that followed had me trying not to laugh but losing. Tears formed in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks.
“Oh my God! I think that’s poisoned! Don’t smoke any more of that shit!” When she made to throw it, I grabbed it and took another hit.
“No, you just need to get used to it. It’s normal to cough at first. You wanna try again or are you done?”
Skeptically, she eyed where I held it outstretched to her. When she took it and tried again, I smiled. Which felt weird on my face, because it had been a long time since I’d had anything to smile about.
“So now that you’ve smoked my weed, it’s only fair that you tell me your name.”
She gave a half smile. “Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you, Gwen.” Again that slight tip of her lips.
“So do I get to know your name?” She thought she was being covert as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Styx.”
“They call you Sticks? Like sticks and stones?” She giggled.
“Not quite.”
“Who calls you that? And why?”
“It’s my road name. I do my best to keep people from the River Styx. So the brothers named me Styx.”
“Mmm. Okay. That’s pretty cool.”
Pretty sure she had no clue what I was talking about.
“You here for the Lonestar Rally this weekend?” I didn’t remember seeing any bikes outside their place, but you never knew.
“The what?”
“Lonestar Rally—it’s a motorcycle rally.” I passed the blunt.
“Oh. No, we’re just here for a girls’ weekend. My friends and I are all teachers and we rented this place because everyone wanted to get away.” Coughing a little, she handed it back.
Christ, a bunch of teachers.
We sat there passing it back and forth until we’d smoked the whole fucking thing.
By the time we were done, she was cross-faded as fuck. Not that I wasn’t.
“I didn’t realize how cold it would be down here by the water. Maybe I should head back.” Tucking her hands in her hoodie pocket, she made a move to stand.
I’ll never know what possessed me to do what I did next. I’d told my brothers I wanted to be alone. But like a fool, I grabbed the bend of her elbow to stop her.
“Don’t go.” My heart jumped and I was having a hard time catching my breath. I’d like to say it was some kind of connection, and maybe it was, but I doubt it. I was probably just a horny motherfucker.
Whatever it was, I didn’t want her to leave. If I was honest with myself, I’d enjoyed the fuck out of her company. With a little tug, she was dropping back down and I pulled her to straddle my lap.
“What are you doing?” Her whispered words were swallowed by the crashing waves.
“Live a little. You replace that boyfriend?”
“No.”
“So go back to your teaching with a story to tell. On your girls’ weekend, you fucked a biker on the beach.” I really didn’t expect that shit to work.
But the next thing I knew, her lips were pressed to mine and her tongue was sliding into my mouth. Biting her bottom lip, I reached up and framed her face with my hands.
Fuck alone time.
Chapter Two
Gwen
He tasted so damn good.
The girls and I had started out having a good time, mixing drinks and laughing. Basically, letting our hair down. The last place I thought I’d end up was straddling some hot-as-hell biker on the beach.
Yeah, I was drunk as hell, and after smoking that shit with him, I felt a-fucking-mazing, but that was not me. I taught math to seventh graders, for Christ sake. I’d never smoked weed in my damn life.
Then to top it off, I was getting ready to have random stranger sex. On the beach.
But after finally getting the courage to break up with Mitch, I just wanted to do something for myself. I wanted to feel good. Was that so wrong?
Breaking away from the kiss to breathe, I gasped, “Do you have a condom?” My brain wasn’t completely blitzed, at least.
“Of course.” When he raised himself up to dig it out of his back pocket, his very hard length pressed against my clit. I think I almost died.
Yes, it felt that dang good.
“Mmm.” I found myself grinding against him as I kissed and licked his neck and jawline. The short hairs of his beard rasped against my tongue.
“Jesus, hold up.” Firm hands squeezed my hips, holding me still.
Disappointment bled into my words. “Did you change your mind?”
“What? Fuck no! But if you don’t stop grinding that pussy of yours against me, I’m going to come in my fucking jeans.” Instead of repulsing me, his crass words pushed me over the edge.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Breathless, I leaned back to look him in the eye. Even in the dark, I could tell his eyes were light in color. But if they had a temperature, they would be on fire.
“Stand up.” Not realizing how fucked-up I was, I wobbled a little as I stood. When he grabbed my thighs to steady me, I looked down and realized his face was right at my crotch level.
As his hands slid up my legs to my ass, I had to grab his dark hair to steady myself. He pressed his face to me and inhaled deeply. “Goddamn, baby, I can smell how excited you are. And it smells fucking divine.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he had jerked my leggings down to the tops of my thighs and pushed my underwear to the side. The heat of his tongue against the place only one man had ever seen had me whimpering. “Styx.” His name was a plea for more.
He paused to look up at me where I watched with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck, you taste good.” Another lick. “And you’re so fucking wet.” A suckle to my clit as he slid two thick fingers deep inside me, before he licked again. And again. And again until I was gripping his hair tightly and shamelessly shoving myself into his face as I came with a scream.
Did he stop there? Oh no. He kept up with that glorious licking and sucking until the spasms began to taper off. “Back up.” Coarse hands were gentle on my hips as he set me back from him so he could stand.
If I thought the alcohol and weed had made me feel good, they had nothing on the orgasm he had so proficiently given me. My entire body shuddered as I blinked and studied him.
I’d smoked my first weed with him, had my first orgasm from oral sex with him, and now I was going to let this man fuck me on a beach—for the first time. I hadn’t really studied him before then, only sneaky glances because I didn’t want him to think I was staring at him.
But holy hell, the man was a beast. He was at least a head taller than me. Of course, with me being only five foot four, most guys were a lot taller than me. But it wasn’t just his height. He was a biiiiggg man.
Not in a steroid-induced way either. No, the muscle that pulled his skin taut looked like it was earned honestly, through hard work and maybe a little gym time.
Tattoos covered his arms and disappeared up into his T-shirt sleeves. The black vest he had on was covered in patches, one of which said STYX, which made me smile because I’d pictured it as Sticks.
“You still in for this?” I didn’t get a chance to look at the details of the rest of his patches because his question had wetness seeping onto my clenched thighs.
Words eluded me as I studied his strong jaw and the short-cropped beard that did nothing to disguise it. Creases at the corners of his eyes spoke of a lot of time in the sun, though he didn’t look to be even thirty yet. Reminding myself he’d asked me a question, I nodded mutely.
“Good.” His hands worked at his belt before I heard the clank of the buckle. Following that was the sound of his zipper. He dropped his jeans just far enough to fist his cock.
Oh my God, he isn’t wearing underwear. That’s so hot. His chuckle had me slapping my hand over my mouth as I realized my thoughts had been spoken aloud.
Mesmerized, I watched as he pulled a condom from his pocket and tore the wrapper with his teeth. He then shoved it in his pocket and rolled the condom down his hard, thick length. “Come here. Hold on to this pole.”
Waddling slightly due to my pants still exposing my ass, I did as he instructed. My hands grabbed one of the two four-by-fours that a trashcan was mounted between.
Grabbing my hips, he pulled them until I was slightly bent over, and Slowly tugged my panties down. Sliding a thick finger in my wetness, he groaned as he pressed it deep a few times. When he pulled it out, I felt empty, but not for long.
He lined himself up with my wet center, and his thick head spread me open. A hand gathered my hair and flipped it to the side before his teeth grazed my neck. “You ready for this? It’s not going to be slow or gentle. Can you handle that?” Lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispered his question sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes.” Not overly experienced, I should have hesitated. But I wanted whatever this man would give me. It wasn’t like I’d ever see him again. For once in my life I wanted to be bad.
That was all the answer he needed to shove himself in as far as he could go. “Oh my God!” The mixture of pleasure and pain was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intoxicating.
But it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought he meant when he said it was going to be rough.
He worked himself in and out until I felt his pelvis hit me and his other parts press close enough to make me tingle. Voice strained, he ground out, “Fuck, that feels so motherfucking good. So tight. So goddamn good.”
Then his fingers dug into my hips as he pulled out. The next thing I knew, he was ramming that big, thick cock deep inside me. And not just once. Oh no.
Over and over again. Hard, demanding thrusts. Hard enough that I had to fight to keep my face from being shoved against the pole.
Did I say he felt good before? Because with each rapid stroke, he felt better. So good, in fact, that I was on the verge of coming again. Shocked that he could make me come twice in one night, I blinked my wide eyes.
My body began to tremble, tightness spreading across my back and to my limbs. Breaths coming in gasps, I clenched my eyes shut as dots of light flashed. My sheath convulsed around him as he continued to fuck me harder than I’d ever been before. As the pleasure reached astronomical proportions I wailed his name like a goddamn mantra.
“Yes! Come on my fucking cock. Squeeze my cock in your tight-ass cunt. Fuck yes.” Like an animal, he fucked straight through my life-changing orgasm.
Suddenly, I realized there were people with flashlights walking on the beach. “Oh my God! Styx, there are people out here!”
“So?” He plunged deep inside me.
“So? What do you mean so?” I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.
“I don’t fucking care. Do you?” I should. I should really care. Getting arrested for public indecency would be a career killer for me. But honestly? I didn’t give a shit at that moment, because with each shove inside me, his brand of ecstasy made me brain-dead.
“No,” I breathed.
“Good.” One hand left my hip and threaded through my hair. As he wrapped the long strands around his fist, he pulled my head back until my back was bowed. If I thought he was a beast before, his pace became faster, more erratic.
“I’m going to come inside your beautiful pussy. You ready? I want you to come again. Work my cock, baby.” His words were nothing more than deep growls.
“There’s no way I can come again!” It was impossible, I knew it was.
“Oh yes. You. Will.” As he twisted his hips with each crazed thrust, he hit something new inside me and made the biggest fucking liar in the world out of me.
I came.
Again.
So hard that my release ran down my thigh and soaked my ass as he pushed deep one last time. The roar he released had to have been heard by everyone on the beach, but I didn’t care because I’d been rocketed to the stars as waves of bliss swallowed me.
When I finally began to find myself, I was panting and he was resting his head on my shoulder.
“Fuck. Me. Jesus Christ, I needed that.” With a soft kiss to my neck, he pulled back and his length slipped out of me. The void he left made me whine. “Sorry, babe.”
I stood there dazed, my pants around my knees, my previous worries about getting caught just a fuzzy memory. At least until he tossed the used condom in the trash two feet from my head and his hands slowly slid my underwear and pants up.
Awkwardness descended. I’d never had casual sex with a random stranger, and I didn’t know what the protocol was.
“Umm, thanks?” I sounded like a dumbass.
His smirk had my face flaming. “My pleasure, I assure you.”
Struggling to swallow past the lump in my throat, I bit my lip and took a step backward toward the per-gola that led to our respective beach rentals. “Okay, well, umm, have a nice night.”
A simple lift of his chin was his answer. Unblinking, his pale eyes stared into my soul.
Spinning, I rushed to climb the short set of stairs to get back to the house.
I’d made it to the yard and was on my way to the lower patio, where I planned to sit and cool off before rejoining my friends, when a hand grabbed my arm.
“Wait.”
Chapter Three
Styx
This tiny pixie of a girl had me all kinds of fucked-up.
I couldn’t tell you why I went after her. I’d just had a-fucking-mazing sex with no strings. She’d made it easy to walk away, but instead I wanted to be close to her longer.
“You want to sit with me for a while?” Who the fuck was the pussy asking her that?
“Umm, sure. I guess.” The confusion on her face matched the confusion swirling in my head.
Seeing the hammock hanging under their deck, I grabbed her hand and led her to it. It took some ma-neuvering, but I was able to climb my big ass up in it. “Come on up.”
Uncertainty was rampant on her face. “I don’t know if it will hold us both.”
With a chuckle, I reached out my hand. “It will be fine. Besides, if it does fall, I’ll cushion your landing.”
Taking my hand, she carefully climbed on top of me. The movement sent the hammock swinging and she almost fell over the other side. Reflexively, I pulled her flush against my body. Laying her head on my chest, she trailed her fingertips along my bicep.
She snuggled up to me as I listened to the crash of the waves.
It was the single most relaxing thing I’d ever experienced.
Absently, I ran my hands along her back, over her perfect ass, and back up again. We didn’t talk.
Her friends on the deck above us and my brothers and the ol’ ladies next door were the only sounds besides the water and our breathing. The hammock swayed gently and I wonder
ed if she’d fallen asleep.
Which was why her voice a few minutes later startled me. “Is it weird that I feel like I’ve known you forever? Like we’ve laid like this before?” She raised her head and rested her chin on her entwined hands.
The movement pressed her soft belly onto my dick. Like a chain reaction, it began to harden and my heart started jumping. Jesus.
I knew she felt it too, because her eyes widened and she pressed harder against me. “Sweetheart, unless you want it again, I suggest you stop doing that.”
“And if I do want it again?” Her whispered words were the catalyst to my rolling us out of the hammock and stripping her buck-ass naked. I sat her sideways in the hammock, as if it were a chair, and ran my tongue, lips, and teeth over every inch of her beautiful body, not stopping until she was panting and writhing in my hands.
When I went to pull my dick out she pushed at my cut. “Off. I want to see all of you. It’s only fair.” She was panting, her hands everywhere, pulling and pushing at my clothes until I stood naked as the day I was born where anyone could walk up on us. Once again, I didn’t give a rat’s ass.
“Sweet baby Jesus, you’re so… so… beautiful. Can I say that about a man?”
“Baby, you can say whatever you want as long as you let me between those legs, like right fucking now.” As she spread her legs, I dug out another condom, rolled it on, and slid into heaven on earth.
We fucked everywhere we could on the patio under the house that night. We even creatively rocked the hell out of that hammock.
I finally poured every drop of come into her before the sun began to lighten the sky. She was so ex-hausted, I barely got her hoodie pulled over her head and her cute little boy short underwear on her before she zonked out next to me on the hammock.
Strangely, I didn’t want someone finding her naked.
Being selfish, I lay with her in my arms for as long as I dared.
Moving slowly to extricate myself from her arms and legs without dumping her from the hammock, I stood. As I pulled on my jeans, I chuckled when I saw her bra hanging from a seahorse hook on one of the pilings.
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