“Oh God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, nipping at my ear as his hands find my hips and slam me onto him again. “All that talking made you wet, didn’t it, babe?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and I want to slap myself because I don’t whimper for a man. But here I am, putty in his hand, legs shaking and orgasm already building from just a few thrusts.
I reach down and shove my swimsuit farther to the side, rubbing my clit as he pounds into me. It’s fast and animalistic, and it takes everything in me to be fucking quiet so not everyone on the beach knows I’m getting railed inside this tent. Not that I particularly care, but I’m at least trying to be discreet.
Kade reaches down, hiking one of my legs up to where I’m balanced on just one foot, but he’s holding all of my weight, allowing me to spread my legs open wider and rub my clit until I come in a burst of gasps and fire. I quiver and shake in his grasp, and his mouth claims mine, my neck bent so forcefully it hurts, but the kiss is too good to break. And Kade keeps going, pounding into me, forcing me to open wider and wider for him as I ride the waves.
When my climax recedes, I’m even more weak, and I know that if it wasn’t for him holding me, I’d collapse to the ground. But we’re still kissing, tongues and teeth clashing, biting and licking, until he grunts something that sounds like coming and rips himself out of me, whipping me around and forcing me into the sand on my knees.
I don’t even think twice, just open my mouth and guide him into it just in time to catch his hot release down my throat. He shoves a little too far down and I gag, but he holds me there, and I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to focus and not gag again.
I’m so fucking turned on I want a round two already.
When he’s spent, he pulls out of me slowly, trembling, and I swallow, looking up at him with a wicked smile and wiping the corners of my mouth.
“So, you’re mine?” I ask, and he just laughs, a lazy smile on his face as he yanks up his shorts and collapses into the sand next to me.
Kade pulls me under his arm, kissing my temple, chest still heaving. “All yours, you devil woman,” he says.
Then, he palms my tit with a grin.
“And these are all mine.”THE SUNDAY AFTER HALLOWEEN, an entire plate of hummus and tzatziki sits untouched between me and Erin, along with fresh, hot pita bread and a smorgasbord of vegetables. It’s been there for at least five minutes now, but neither of us moves for it, and I’ve nearly drained my first beer as Erin has attempted small talk. The way her eyebrows are drawn together as she watches me from across the table, I have a feeling she’s about done with that.
Thank God.
Now we can get this over with.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she says, tentatively tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. Her hair is longer now than it was at the end of last semester, when her head was in the toilet and she told me unknowingly about our baby. She was an absolute wreck that night, but this evening, she looks… calm. At peace. She looks like she’s getting sleep and eating.
Still, she watches me with worry etched in every feature, and I find that as fucked up as it is, I like that aspect the most.
Erin clears her throat when I don’t answer, folding her hands in her lap with her eyes falling to the hummus plate. “I don’t know how to start, so I’m just going to talk. And I know a lot of this might not make sense to you, but… I guess, I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to explain what happened.” She lifted her eyes to me then. “Why I made the choices I made.”
I inhale a stiff breath, draining the last of my beer and signaling to the waitress for another. She delivers it promptly, seeing as how there are only a dozen tables inside the small restaurant.
Erin offers a gentle smile as I take my first sip, something like pity in her eyes now.
“When we slept together, neither of us really knew each other. I mean, I asked you to semi-formal on the heels of your fraternity being on probation, and then we accidentally got too drunk and…”
She pauses when I take three dramatically large gulps from my beer, belching before I set the glass back down on the table. Her eyes stick there for a moment before she swallows and continues.