I’m drunk on him.

Okay, I’m also drunk on alcohol. How could I not be? His friend gave us a few beers, and yeah, I guess I could have said I don’t drink. But first of all, that would be a lie. Second of all, even if I didn’t drink, it wouldn’t matter. I wanted to drink.

It takes me back. It makes me remember the forbidden. It makes me remember what it was like to want Jason before I knew he wanted me back.

Wreck me.

He said he’d wreck me.

I can’t take this anymore. I just want to tell him how I really feel.

And I’m about to, when, out of the corner of my stupid eye, I spy someone walking down the boardwalk toward us.

I’ve always been somewhat suspicious. Some might even call me paranoid. But right now, with those alcohol bubbles...bubbling through my veins, I think I’m just being careful, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

I really fucking want to know what he meant when he said he’d wreck me. But for now…

“Jason,” I say, “there’s someone over there.”

He looks over his shoulder, his big chest flexing and making me bite the corner of my lip. When he looks back at me and his eyes meet mine, he shakes his head.

“I think it’s just some random person,” he says. He’s not amused. He doesn’t want to stop kissing me. I don’t want him to stop kissing me, either.

But…

“Jason, we have to be careful,” I say, grabbing his hands.

And I start dragging him to the sand. I feel like this isn’t my greatest moment. It’s not the most graceful I’ve ever been, but it’s what feels right right now.

Fuck what’s correct. I wanna do what feels right.

And even though I told him we have to be careful, this is not exactly us being careful.

“Cassie,” Jacob laughs, “where are we going?”

“You tell me,” I say, “you tell me. You already know.”

“Cassie, this whole crazy chick thing is hot, but you’re making no sense.”

We make our way to the edge of the boardwalk. I feel like I’m on the precipice of something. It’s small, and it’s personal. It might even be insignificant, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m with Jason. He makes everything small and insignificant feel big and important. A chord strummed on the strings of a guitar, a conversation about a shared memory of a party I haven’t thought about in years - it’s all here, and it’s all in the forefront of my mind as I slip my beauty queen heels off and take them in my hands.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing his hand again and pulling him onto the sand.

Jason Anderson. You’re the guy they told me about. You’re the guy they told me not to get involved with. Well, how did they know I wanted you to begin with? Was it the slight change in my voice when I said your name? Was it the slight change in my handwriting when I wrote out a birthday card to you?

“I spilled a lot of ink over you, Jason Anderson,” I shout.

“Cassie,” he says, tumbling across the sand toward of the edge of the water with me, “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I do something I never thought possible - I jump up on him and throw myself around him, wrapping my arms around his big, broad chest and my legs around his hips. I always thought this to be an impossible feat, something only done by skinny girls in movies that make no sense and TV shows about girls looking for love.

But he catches me, he takes my body in his hands like I’m supposed to be jumping all over him on the beach in the near-black darkness.

He takes my ass in his hands and pulls me so damn close to him that I can’t feel where I end and he begins. His fingers play against my skin in an infuriatingly, frustratingly sexy way. I just want him to go farther. I want what he teases me with.

“You said you’d wreck me,” I say, my voice coming out like I’m begging. I’m just stating a fact, but it feels like something more.

“I’d wreck you if you ever gave me a chance,” he says, his eyes locking onto mine. “I’d wreck you if you ever let me in.”

“I am, Jason,” I plead, “you can do whatever you want.”

It feels naughty to beg him like this. Worse than that, even. Slutty, but in a good way. In a way that’s only for him.

It feels good to be with Jason Anderson, even though he’s supposed to be bad for me.

“I don’t know if you’re ever gonna let me in,” he says, taking my chin in his hand. I feel my heart heat and my chest swell at his words. “You’re never gonna let me really get in there.”

“What do you mean?” I plead, my words harder than I want them to be.

I feel the night tilt on its axis. It was one thing up until this moment, and now it’s something else. Something heavier, and I don’t know exactly why.

“You know what I mean,” Jason says, shaking his head, pushing my hair away from my face. My signature long blonde locks are sticking to the back of my neck in the heavy humidity of this night.

“Please,” I say, “don’t do that.”

He puts me down and I feel my feet hit the sand uneasily. I expect him to walk away, and my heart feels heavy at the thought, but instead he takes my face in his hands and kisses me again.

Before I know what’s happening, my world tilts on its axis again and Jason is laying me down on the sand, pushing my dress up to my hips.

I exhale shakily, deeply, heavily into the thick air as he moves down my body, his hands roaming against my waist and hips.

I am already soaking wet for him. I smile to myself, because this is typical for us. If anything could be predicted in the universe, any law of physics, it would be that I get wet around Jason.

He puts his hand around the thin fabric covering my pussy and pulls it to the side, thrusting his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck, Jason,” I groan, bending my knees as he gets between my legs.

I am worried about sand, but I can’t stop him. I can’t stop myself. He glides his tongue over my clit and my puffy pussy lips, wet and ready for him, and spreads me open with his eager fingers.

“You want to know what it would mean to wreck you?” he growls, his cool breath hitting me.

“Yes,” I moan, pushing my fingers through his hair. “Yes, I want to know. Please, Jason.”

He moves up my body, and I feel him shift away from me as he starts to go into his pocket.

“No,” I say, “no. I mean...not unless…”

“No,” he says, “I’m good. You on the pill?”

“Yes,” I groan, my head falling back against the soft but firm white sand. “I’m on the pill.”

I feel Jason’s chest thrum as he crashes against me, reaching down to spread my lips apart and guide his thick cock between my legs. He pushes into me quickly, thrusting forward in one big, swift push.

I feel my eyes close hard when I feel him slicing into me, silky and smooth and soft but that thick hardness stretching me out until I feel like I don’t know if I can take it.

But when I’m about to say something, he pushes into me even deeper, slapping against me.

“This is what wrecking you is,” he says, biting my neck, sliding a hand behind my back, “this is what making you mine is.”

I thrust my hips up to meet his, our bodies moving together perfectly. There is nothing between us, no one around, even though we are completely out in the open and vulnerable to anyone who could come by.

Still, I know no one would. And Jason slams into me over and over, kissing my face and my neck, making me feel so damn wanted.

So needed.

This isn’t just sex. This is fucking.

And it’s exactly what I needed from Jason tonight.

I needed love, too, but he’s always given me that. He’s always made me feel loved and protected.

This, thought? I really fucking needed this from him.

“You feel really good,” Jason groans, kissing my chin and neck. “Your pussy is perfect. You want me to cum in there?”

His words send a damn shock through my spine. I’ve never let a guy do that before, and it makes me nervous. It makes me feel vulnerable. And it’s a huge turn-on.

“Yes,” I reply as he catches my lips with his. Those pouty, perfect lips that I fantasized about so many times. He pulls his cock out of me and I feel myself close up where he should be as he moves down my body once again.

He stops at one of my nipples, flicking his tongue against me, making me squirm in sweet agony. The fire inside my body radiates along my skin and makes my clit hard as my pussy grows wetter, a damn waterfall flowing from me.

Jason pushes two fingers into me, moving down my body again, making a trail of kisses along my belly, stopping just above my clit.

“Don’t stop,” I groan, pushing my hips up slightly.

He smirks up at me and laughs, spreading my lips open with two fingers, finding my clit with his tongue. Slowly he glides his tongue along my slit, driving me crazy and nearly making me cum instantly.

“Shit,” I groan as his fingers tease my opening without pushing into me.

“You like this,” he growls, sucking my clit into his mouth and pushing his fingers deep inside me.

He is like a fucking expert at knowing exactly what I want and like. He flicks his tongue wildly against my clit, making my hips rise and buck softly against his fingers as he begins fucking me with them softly and slowly.

“Please put your cock in me,” I beg, unable to take this teasing.

“You don’t like this?” he says, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “You don’t want my tongue lapping at your pussy all night?”

“No,” I say, “I do, but I want something else.”

“Yeah?” he says, peering up at me. His lips are red and raw from eating me, and his eyes are dreamy and wanting.

And the way he’s looking at me, I suddenly feel as though he might really want this crazy thing between us to last. I don’t know what it is, and it feels almost silly, like I’m that lustsick girl again just wishing something would happen.

“Please,” I say, putting my heels into his back. He smirks up at me and kisses my clit quickly, sending a shockwave up my spine before quickly caging me with both of his big, strong arms and spearing his cock into me.

“I’ll destroy you if you’re not careful,” he growls, pushing into me.

“I don’t want to be careful,” I reply, wrapping my legs tight around his back, “I don’t want to be careful anymore. Not anymore.”

“Baby,” he says, his cock grinding in and out of me, “I’m happy to hear that.”

Jason reaches down between us and finds my swollen clit with one hand, pressing his other against the small of my back.

I don’t want to be careful anymore. Not when it comes to Jason. Not when it comes to anything.

As Jason rubs my clit and slams into me, I feel lost in him, but oh-so-clear at the same time.

“You’re mine, baby,” he groans. I feel the hot crest of an orgasm roll through me, starting between my leg where Jason’s cock is, and spreading like wildfire through my whole body, making me moan his name out into the night.

He empties himself into me, cumming deep and hard inside my pussy, marking me. Making me his, like he said.

And I feel so fucking good, like I could just fall asleep right here in his arms. He kisses my face and holds me close, caressing my head.

“We should go,” I say. I feel like I should care about sand in certain places, but I really don’t anymore.

“I don’t want to go,” Jason says sweetly, “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

But we are in public, after all, and that means we can’t fall asleep.

“I’m tired of being careful,” I say as I feel my eyelids flutter closed.

“I know, baby. You want me to carry to your hotel room?”

“No, I should get up. We really should go.”

“Yeah, we should,” Jason says, kissing my forehead.

But for the moment, neither of us move. We just listen to the rolling of the ocean against the shore and feel the silky night caress our skin.