Thirteen
She didn’t want to go home yet, which was more than okay with me. She’d complained about her dad causing her stress and said something about a caregiver that she knew would actually look out for him.
Instead of driving back to Primrose, I took her to the beach, hoping it would clear her mind. We walked the shore, her arm linked through mine, a soft smile touching her lips.
“What are you smiling at?” I asked, glancing down at her.
She peered up at me before pointing her gaze to the ocean. The waves clashed with gentle force, the sun causing the blue water to shimmer. “I’m just thinking…”
“About what?”
“Well, tomorrow, on your boat.” She looked up at me again, stopping mid-step as her lips twisted. The face she made was cute. Confused and childlike. “Is it an all afternoon thing or…?”
“Ahh.” I smiled as she did, knowing exactly what she was getting at. Turning in her direction and placing my hands on her waist, I stepped in closer, my mouth pressing on her forehead. “Do you want it to be an all-day thing?”
“I think at least four hours would work best. Food, music, and drinks included of course. Does the boat have a deck?”
“A pretty big one,” I assured her.
She clapped her hands ecstatically, bouncing on top of the sand. “Good! Maybe I’ll bring my bathing suit to tan a little. I haven’t been able to all summer.”
“You kidding? You don’t need a tan.” I tugged her slim body into mine again, and she blushed as my nose skimmed her jawline. When my lips found the shell of her ear, I murmured, “You’re perfect, baby.”
I felt goose bumps crawl along her skin, her lips parting as she slightly gawked.
I couldn’t help my laugh. This girl had no clue what I was capable. She was accustomed to young men, boys that were impatient and too eager to bust a quick nut. But for me, I was patient. I wanted my lover to achieve ultimate bliss and satisfaction, and then I’d go for the kill.
Drilling.
Pounding.
Screwing.
Grinding.
Even licking.
The pussy would surely be mine. I’d leave her thinking for days, wondering what more I could do to make her mind and body feel truly amazing.
“What are you thinking?” Chloe questioned, brows piqued.
I fought a grin, shaking my head and grabbing her hand, continuing our walk. “Oh, nothing, Little Knight.”
We stopped and faced the ocean. Chloe released a long sigh, as if she’d been in need of a relaxing moment like this for a long time. I drew her in tighter, and her hand pressed on my chest as she leaned into me.
“So, no more Trixie?” she asked.
“Nope. No more.”
“Was she upset about you breaking it off with her?”
“Not too much. I mean, we weren’t exactly dating. I’d set the rules a long time ago.”
“Just sex,” she whispered, voice defeated as she dropped her head.
I turned, cradling her face in my hands. “That’s all it was. Nothing more. I swear.” I struggled with what to say next. I didn’t know if I wanted to share deeper feelings, but when her hazel eyes connected with mine, I had no choice. She expected answers, expected to know why I’d replaced Trixie with her again. “She… didn’t exactly fill the hole I felt inside. It was kind of pointless, to be honest.”
Her frown was faint. “Is that how you feel about me?”
I stepped back, folding my arms. “Did you really just ask me that question?”
“Yes, I did.” She stepped forward, limiting the gap between us. “I want to know, Theo.” Her hand ran down my arm, her finger tracing the outline of the lion tattoo I got when I was thirty-two. “Do you consider me someone like Trixie? A quick fix? Someone you know won’t deny you?”
Her hand continued traveling down, meeting at my belt buckle. She tugged on the metal that secured it, vaguely running her tongue across her lips as the buckle clinked. Then her hand dropped, and she softly ran it across the bulge in my pants, the bulge that was now hard as a rock.
My breathing stifled, my hormones getting the best of me. Reeling her in, I listened to the soft gasp that soared with the salty breeze, and when my fingers slid through her shorts and beneath her panties, she panted, but her hand still remained on my cock. “You know damn well you aren’t just a quick fix to me. We have history. Chemistry. You think I had this with Trixie?” I looked between us, my fingers delving deeper. When she didn’t respond, I said, “Answer me, Chloe. Talk to me.”
“No,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against my arm. “No, I’m sure you didn’t.”
“No is correct. I know you can deny me. You’ve done it before. I also know I can trust you, which says a lot because I don’t trust just anyone.” My mouth hovered above hers. She wanted a taste, just a small one if nothing at all, but I held back, listening to her breath hitch and then return to normal, feeling as she tried hard not to make her knees buckle.
Her eyes sealed tight as I circled her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Oh, God. Theo… you have to… stop.” Her voice broke each time my finger sank deep, returning to normal when it was shallow. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
I leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “That’s the plan, baby. I want you to cum. No one’s around. No one will hear you. Just think of me. Just feel me. You don’t have to rush it. Trust me, I can do this all fucking night.”
I suppose it was the sound of my voice, how it hummed in her ear, shooting straight to her core. Or maybe I’d just hit the trigger spot. Whatever it was, it came quickly. Her fingernails sank into the flesh on my arm, her mouth parting as she moaned. She hung onto me as if her life depended on it, and I studied every reaction—the flutter of her eyes, the whimper that caught in the middle her throat—my cock throbbing as her other hand now gripped my crotch.
“So fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I murmured as her body finally settled. I tipped her chin, my mouth coming down on hers, our tongues colliding. She clung to me, her body unbalanced from the aftermath. “You know that?” She blushed, but she didn’t look away. She stared back into my eyes, bashful. Gorgeous. “So, so beautiful.”
Her grin was contagious. I picked her up in my arms, placing her back on the soft sand and centering my lower between her legs. As badly as I wanted to take her, and as much as she wanted me to dive deep and fuck her on that beach, I didn’t.
I was eager, but I could wait. I needed to wait because I had big plans for the next evening. I had so much to teach my Little Knight. My young queen. There were things she needed to experience, and I wanted to be the one she shared all those things with.
Now that I had her back, I wasn’t letting go. Not until this summer was over. And even when it was over, I was sure I’d still think of her, hoping we could do the same thing the following summer.
So, on Palm Beach, I only kissed her ‘til the sun sank. I grinded my hard cock between her legs and fingered her mercilessly until her body wracked beneath me, shuddering, shaking, quaking. Trust me, it was hard keeping myself in check, but the bigger picture would happen tomorrow.
On my boat. Just the two of us. No one to watch. No one to hear. No one to interrupt. Just the mere thought of that was more than enough to run with.
This girl was mine. Her pussy? Mine. Her entire body—all for me to explore, indulge, and be greedy with. Everything about her was going to be mine, and I would have been damned if I allowed anything to take her away.