“There’s a reason we can’t just go to your room, right?”
Bastian chuckles darkly behind me, his lips by my ear sending a wicked shiver through me. He drops the blanket to the ground, and his hands circle my waist. He pulls at the hem of my tank top and slips it up my body, pausing just under my breasts.
“Yeah, because it’s a shit hole.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Trust me,” he purrs. “It’s that bad.”
“I don’t care.”
“That’s because you don’t need rabies shots yet.”
I laugh, and then immediately gasp as I feel his teeth drag over the nape of my neck. Hands push my hair up, holding it in one fist as his hand circles back around and pulls my shirt up over my breasts. I shiver at the sudden chill of the night air, nipples puckering into pebbles - pebbles he quickly warms with his palm.
He pulls me close, and I can feel the heat of his bare chest against my bare back. I sink against him, standing there on the roof of the mansion looking out over the inky black ocean as the blood starts to pound in my ears.
We’ve been doing this for two weeks now - sneaking around and finding hidden places to screw each other’s brains out as if we need to keep this hidden. The music room is a favorite, but we’ve also broken in a few of the bedrooms that haven’t seen people in a decade or more, four of the bathtubs, and the garage on the hood of one his ludicrously expensive sports cars.
The roof is a new one. And yet still, we’ve never been in his bed. I’ve never even set foot in his room.
His hands slipping down my sides as his lips brush my collarbone erase that from my mind though. I can feel how much he wants me as he presses into me, his thick cock pulsing against my ass through my sleep shorts and his white cotton pants.
My eyes trail over the surf down by the beach up over the dock, the boathouse, and then the boat.
I stop, my body going rigid for a second, and he senses it.
“Hmm,” he growls, nuzzling my neck.
“Why the boat?”
Bastian freezes against me.
“Ana—”
“No, not,” I shake my head. “I’m not bringing that up. I mean literally why do you have a boat?”
He shrugs as I turn in his arms, a questioning look on my face.
“What do you mean?”
I lean up and playfully peck him on the lips.
“Why do you have it?”
He shrugs. “Why does anyone have a boat?”
“To use it, and you don’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
I arch a brow at his stern, scowling look, which I slowly watch crack as he looks way.
“It’s just a boat.”
“And?”
He sighs. “I thought we were up here for a different reason.”
“Oh, is that why you thought I let you bring me up here?”
I gasp as his hands grab my ass, pulling me tight against him and kissing me fiercely.
“Maybe we misunderstood each other,” he murmurs into my tingling lips. “I came up here with you with every intention of having you on your hands and knees while I fucked this sweet pussy—” I moan as his hand slides down between my thighs and cups me from behind “—Until it creamed all over me.”
“You certainly have a way with words.”
“I’ve been told I have a gift with my tongue.”
I grin hungrily, raking my teeth over my bottom lip.
“Why don’t I show—”
“Why don’t you tell me about the boat?”
He growls. “Jesus.”
“Why is it a big deal? Why can’t you just tell me?”
“Why can’t you just bend over, pull your panties down and spread your ass so I can devour your pussy?”
I fix him with a stern look, which is admittedly hard to pull off after that visual.
He glowers at me for a full five seconds before he finally sighs.
“Fuck it.” He glances up at me. “I hate the ocean.”
I snort. “What?”
“The ocean. I fucking hate it.”
“You live on the ocean.”
“I like looking at it just fine. I like drinking beer on the beach and laying out in the sun. I just don’t like going in it or on it.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I don’t even swim in the pool.”
I frown. “Sure you do.”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Bastian, I know I’ve seen you swimming in your pool.”
“I guarantee you haven’t.”
“Wait, this is blowing my mind. You own a pool and a boat, and you live on the ocean, and you don’t like swimming?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Because it scares me.”
The raw honesty in his face takes me off-guard, and I find my arms tightening around his waist.
“For real?”
He nods.
“Why?”
Bastian takes a deep breath, his brows knitting.
“Sorry,” I frown, looking down. “That was pushy. You don’t have to—”
“I almost drowned when I was a kid.”
My stomach knots as I drag my eyes back to his face.
“My dad took me out fishing on a boat we had before that one. He was baiting a hook, I leaned too far over, and I fell in holding a whole spool of deep-sea fishing line.”
There’s a cold, distant glint in his eyes as he looks out over the water.
“The whole fucking thing got tangled in my hands, my feet, and around my throat. I just started to go down, breathing in water like it was air. My dad was in after me probably eight seconds after I went in, but,” he shakes his head, his face grim.
“But fuck the ocean. That’s why I don’t swim.”
“Because you’re scared of it.”
His eyes flash as they dart back to mine. But slowly, he nods. “Yeah, basically.”
I reach up and cup his face. “You jumped in after me a few weeks ago, when I fell into your pool.”
He grins, shrugging. “Yeah, well, extenuating circumstances.”
“My hero.” I bat my eyes dramatically and faint against him.
Bastian rolls his eyes.
“Okay, enough sappy shit. Can we get back to you on your hands and knees for me already?”
I’m about to kiss him when another thought hits me and twists somewhere deep.
“Jesus, Bastian—”
The memory is horrifying now, with what I know now layered into it.
“I pushed you into the pool, that day when we were fifteen.”
He smiles. “That you did.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m fairly certain I deserved it.”
“Yeah well, maybe you did.”
He laughs - genuinely laughs - as he scoops me up and kisses me.
“Still, that was a bitch thing to do. I was traumatized.”
“Oh, you poor baby.”
“Seriously, night terrors and everything for months after that day.”
“You poor, poor thing.”
“Maybe you could make it up to me.”
I grin. “Very, very smooth.”
“I have my moments.”
“Few and far between.”
His hands start to push my shorts down, fingers hooking into my panties and tugging them along with. He drops low, kissing down my chest and pulling my tank the rest of the way off. His lips close around one nipple and then the other, sucking, growling into my skin as his tongue flicks over them.
He drops lower, pulling my panties and my shorts the rest of the way down and off my feet. I gasp as his hands grab my ass, pulling me against his mouth. His tongue pushes deep inside my pussy, slowly fucking me against his mouth before he moves to tease my clit. I groan, hands tangled in his hair and my legs shaking as he devours me.
“Bastian.”
My knees tremble, my breath catches. His hands hold me firm, basically supporting my weight as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge with his devilish mouth.
He kneads my ass, gripping it tight and pulling me hard to his mouth. One hand slips lower, and he lets a finger tease down between the globes, down to brush against my ass. I gasp sharply, the adrenaline and the raw sensuality flooding through me as his tongue swirls around my clit again and again, his finger stroking my ass.
The electricity shocks through me, and with a small cry, I let go. His tongue strokes me through the climax before he pulls me down gently, laying me down on the blanket. His cotton beach pants are off in a second, his thick erection pulsing rock hard under the moonlight.
I’m up on my knees before he can join me on the blanket, wrapping my hand around his thickness. Bastian groans, something blazing in his eyes as he looks down, his jaw dropped.
“Enjoying the view?” I tease, letting my tongue dart out just enough to swipe at his head, making him groan.
“Only one I’ve fantasized about for longer than you know.”
I raise a brow. “Seriously?”
“There’s more of your mouth on me in the fantasy,” he growls. “But yes.”
I grin. “You fantasized about me, huh?”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“It seems to have gone to yours.” I let my hand stroke up and down his shaft, biting my lip at the way his body tenses, muscles rippling. “C’mon, tell me.”
He groans.
“Pleeasse,” I say in a sultry voice, leaning forward and kissing the head of his cock.
“Pleeeeease,” I groan breathily again, opening my lips and slipping them over the head. He tastes sweet, and salty, and like man.
He tastes good.
I pull away and give him a pouty face, watching gleefully as his resolve cracks.
“Okay, fuck, what do you want to hear?”
“What you fantasized about.”
“This is stupid, forget I said it.”
“Too late.” I grin. “C’mon I’ve never had a guy fantasize about me before.”
“Bullshit. You’re sexy as fuck. Trust me when I say lots of guys have fantasized about you,” he growls.
I blush.
“You’re deflecting.”
“Fine,” he purrs, his eyes narrowing in on mine as I look up at him. “I fantasized about your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock while you jerked me off into your mouth. I fantasized about you riding my mouth until you came all over my tongue. I jerked off imagining you spreading your legs wide, playing with your clit, and begging me to fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore.”
The heat blooms through me, the desire igniting like a forest fire - the filthy way he talks that sets something blazing inside of me.
“That’s what I fantasized about,” he growls. “All the fucking time.”
The look on his face is priceless as I lean forward, inhale him into my mouth, and close my lips tight around him. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, moaning as I start to bob and moan loudly, sending vibrations through him as my tongue swirls against the underside of him.
Bastian’s whole jaw tightens, his eyes rolling back in his head as I start to stroke and suck him. I bring another hand up and cup his balls, and he groans, his hand running through my hair.
“Fuck, Ana…”
I pull away, looking up at him as I tongue his head.
“Not the fantasy?”
“Opposite,” he grunts. “Too much the fantasy.”
I grin slyly. “Oh?”
“You keep that up and I’m going to—” He groans as I bring my mouth back down to him and wrap my lips around his cock. I swallow him as deep as I can as I stroke him faster and faster, humming around his shaft.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses, air whistling through his clenched teeth.
Hands tighten in my hair, the thrill shivers through me, making me soaking wet as I slurp loudly on his cock.
“Ana.”
I feel him throb in my hands and between my lips, and I only pump faster and hum louder until I feel him explode. Bastian grunts as his cum fills my mouth - pump after pump that I swallow, before pulling away and wiping my mouth against my hand.
“Okay, now you’re in trouble.”
I gasp as he flips me over and pushes me down onto my hands and knees. My pulse roars in my ears as I feel him move behind me, the sound of a foil wrapper tearing.
“If you need a second to—” I gasp, whimpering as I feel his sheathed head slip up and down my slick opening.
“Does it feel like I need a second?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I can tell,” I tease, panting as I feel his hands tighten on my waist. He slips the head in, and I cry out in pleasure.
“And now?”
He’s rock hard. He’s hard like he hasn’t come in a week, let alone ten seconds ago down my throat. But teasing is fun.
Teasing him is especially fun.
“I’m just saying if you need some Gatorade or something to- fuck.”
I groan as he fills me in one solid, deep, breath-catching thrust.
Hands grip my waist tight, easing me down with him on top of me. He pulls out, keeping me pinned with his powerful hands and leaving just the tip inside before he sheathes himself deep inside of me again. His body pins me to the blanket, every nerve ending in my body on fire as his hips start to grind against my ass. His cock rocks deep inside, rubbing my clit on every deep thrust and hitting me in the perfect place.
He holds himself up on his knuckles, hands on either side of my body as he rolls his hips faster and faster, grinding so deep and so perfectly into me as the world starts to melt around me. One hand moves to my hair, bunching it into a ponytail and gripping it tightly in his fist. He growls as he pulls it tight - just enough to make me gasp and make my body tremble for him as he thrusts into me from behind again and again.
I melt under him, all whimpered moans, gasping cries, and screams of pleasure. The wave hits me like a rush, the orgasm crashing over me as I go to pieces under him.
He’s not done.
He pulls out and turns me over, and this time, it’s face to face as he slides inside. This time, we’re breath to breath, his hand cupping my jaw the other grabbing my ass possessively as we move in deep, even strokes.
Faster.
Deeper.
The world spinning around us, the waves dashing against the shore. The everything and the nothing crashing over us as this time, we come together.
His name on my lips.
Mine on his.
And I’m lost.