People waved good-bye as I stood. Looking at my watch, I noticed that forty-five minutes had come and gone in a flash. My heart raced. Taking hold of Gael’s hand, I followed him. Quickly, I whispered, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. But it’s the best place I can think of to drown out the noise. We’ll walk a bit and then turn back.”
Walking down the beach until what I assumed was far enough to not get any attention, Gael turned back up to the row of houses and we briskly made our way back. Looking at my clock, we had five minutes.
“Well make it, Ashlin.”
“Okay.” My voice sounded worried. I knew I wouldn’t die, but when I heard fireworks, the memories came back stronger, more intense and vivid.
Climbing the steps to the house, we entered and I followed Gael back toward his parents’ bedroom. Before we got there, he opened a door I had never been behind in the hallway. A small room was inside the door.
There was a small loveseat with a chest on the other side. “This is my parents’ storm room. It has insulation so we shouldn’t hear much from outside.”
Gael hit a button as the first firework exploded; I shuddered and moved to the opposite corner of the room. I am okay. I am okay. Gael’s here. The past is the past. A metal door slid shut, drowning out the rest of the noise. Gael turned toward me and a need came over me. A need to drive away all the ickiness that tried to drown me.
The same must have happened to Gael as he rushed to me, pinning my arms above my head. Ravishing my lips, I gave myself over to him—surrendering all that I had.
Releasing me, Gael dragged my sweater over my head. I finished the job for him. A support tank top was underneath that allowed me to go braless. Impatient, Gael ripped the fabric, baring my breasts to him.
A hard suck engulfed my nipple. Pleasure-pain shot through me. Gael had never been this rough and it turned me on in a different way. Attention from his mouth moved to my other nipple. My winter skirt was lifted above my hips and Gael’s fingers touched me through my panties. I ground my hand into him, needing the friction as all other thoughts were swept aside. Taking the fabric, he tore the skimpy panties from my body.
A cool breath blew and the beaded tip of my breast hardened. “I’m about to fuck you, Ashlin.”
A low rhythmic pulsing in my core had me crazed for satisfa
ction. I was only able to manage a breathy reply, “Please.”
The want was at an all-time high.
Hoisting me up, my back slammed against the back cinder blocked wall. In the next instance, Gael impaled me. I screamed out as I stretched to accommodate the size of his dick. The heady combination of pleasure-pain only had me needing more.
My boots were still on and I hooked them around his ass as he held mine. Intertwining my fingers through Gael’s soft hair, I brought him to my neck. Pulling out, he slammed back inside me. Exquisite didn’t cover all the erotic feelings within me.
“More, Gael. Harder.”
His lips found my neck. My body held on for the ride as I was sent to heaven screaming Gael’s name. Collapsing against the wall, Gael’s guttural moan had me clinching down on him and he called out, “Shit!”
Stumbling back while still buried inside me, he brought us to the couch. Our chests heaved and I leaned my head down on his shoulders, trying to catch my breath.
I moved and the friction felt so good that I kept going. “That’s right, sweetheart.”
One of my hands traveled down toward my clit as I continued to ride Gael’s still stiff dick. Waves of pleasure trembled through my core. All of the pent-up anticipation from tonight found its way out. Arching my back, I kept up the pace and took my free hand to tickle my nipples with feather light touches that had them feeling heavy with desire.
“Faster, Ashlin. Holy hell you look hot!”
I complied and bore down on Gael as I rode him. “So good!”
Gael’s hands came to my hips, forcing them to go faster. My fingers were wet as they pushed harder against my pleasure spot. I neared the black abyss of euphoria. Close. So close. In a single movement, Gael thrusted hard within me and I cried out. Alive and free my body fell as I collapsed on Gael’s chest.
He stood still holding me while buried inside. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m taking you from behind.”
Disengaging our bodies, Gael draped me over the arm of the couch. Exhausted and exhilarated, my body went limp. The tip of Gael’s dick breached my entrance before pushing all the way in. Still in a numbed haze of euphoria, his strokes only added to my delight. Fingertips dug into my hips as Gael rammed into me hard, fast, and relentless until he found his release.
“Fuck, Ashlin. Fuck!” He collapsed on me. Pulling out, he picked me up and brought us back to the couch. I laid on top of him while our breaths slowed, bathing in pleasure coursing through my body.
As I came back to reality, I remembered why we were in here. There were no distinct booms going off outside. “I’d say you definitely took my mind off of what was going on.”
As I glanced down, I saw how we were still dressed. I giggled. “If anyone saw us right now—“