For You(38)
Author: Mimi Strong

I reached down pulled up on the waistband of his shorts, tucking him safely back inside. My fingers passed over the tip of his c**k and got some slippery moisture on my fingertips.

He moaned, “Mmm, third base.”

“You were sticking out.”

“Oops.”

“You’re decent now.”

“Never. Not a decent thought in my head.” He rolled to his side, facing me. “I wish we’d brought a really big blanket we could hide under. Or a tent. What do you think of that? I can’t see your eyes in those sunglasses. Are you embarrassed? I’ll try to behave myself, but I want you so bad. I’m glad we’re here, though, because if we were alone, I’d really make a fool of myself.”

I rolled up to face him and whispered, “I wish we were alone, too.”

He sucked in air and let out a low whistle. “Can’t take you to my place, because it’s disgusting, and my roommate has some friends crashing there. We’d have more privacy here at this beach.” He furrowed his brow and looked around. “How about you wait right here and I’ll go buy us a tent?”

I whispered something, but he didn’t hear me.

He said, “What’s that? You want me to buy us a tent? Sounds good.”

I repeated, “Let’s go to my place.”

His eyes widened. “Right now?”

“Yes.”

He sat up quickly and started putting on his jeans and boots.

I sat up, feeling lightheaded, and started shaking out my clothes. This was happening? Right now? Oh, heaven help me, I was going to lose myself in his arms.

He said, “Take your time, I just have to run a very specific errand.”

I kept shaking my clothes, even though they were sand-free. Nerves.

He jogged off, back across the street, and went into the small drugstore that also housed a post office.

I got most of the sand swept off me and went to meet him by the gleaming motorcycle

As soon as he returned, we were joined by a big guy with a red beard and a knit cap over his long hair, wanting to ask all about the bike.

Sawyer’s voice got even deeper and gruffer as he talked to the other guy. Both of them puffed out their chests and talked about Harleys.

Was Sawyer stalling? He seemed to be the one leading the conversation with this bearded guy.

Finally, the man walked away, not even having looked at me or introduced himself. Was I invisible? I’d always tried to avoid notice, blend in and not draw attention to myself, but being ignored hurt.

Sawyer and I put our helmets on in silence. He wasn’t grinning like before, and I wondered if he’d changed his mind. Maybe when we got to my place, he’d just drop me off and tell me things had been fun, but he wasn’t ready for dealing with me plus some kid who wasn’t his.

Then we got onto the bike, and I moved my hands up and squeezed him around his muscled abs. The sun was beating down on the black leather of his jacket, causing wavy heat rays to rise before my eyes.

We pulled out of the parking lot and took a direct route toward my apartment.

I felt strange knowing we were heading somewhere for the express purpose of having sex. From my limited experiences with guys, sex was always something that just sort of happened, like a summer storm.

I couldn’t believe I’d invited Sawyer to my place, and after I’d just promised myself I wouldn’t. What other promises to myself was I going to break, just because a cute guy with a rock-hard body was interested in me?

We hit the highway and I let the roar of the engine and the wind take away my worries. Whatever fate and Sawyer had in store for me, I was going to enjoy it, no matter what happened next.

Chapter Seventeen

When we got to my apartment building, he kept a distance between us that I appreciated. I didn’t need anyone in the building thinking he was anything more than a friend.

We didn’t see anyone on the walk up the stairwell to my apartment, which was a relief.

This time, I gave him a proper tour around the apartment. I showed him the small living room, and he nodded and said everything was nice. I started to walk back toward the kitchen, but he stopped me, grabbing my hand in his.

“Already seen the kitchen last time,” he said. “Especially the table.”

“Right.” I looked down at my feet as I blushed at the memory.

Squeezing my hand, he said, “We can just sit and talk for a bit. No pressure.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

“No.” He stared into me, his eyes full of intense, sea-green fire. His shoulders were so broad, and he looked enormous standing in my small hallway.

I whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

He said, “I want to take off all your clothes and lick and suck every inch of your body. I want to feel you quiver with pleasure, and maybe we bang the headboard into the wall a few times. Or not. It’s all up to you how much pleasure you want, but I’ve already had lunch, so you should know I’m fueled up and ready to ride for hours.”

I had no response for that, except that it sounded too good to be true. I turned and led the way into my bedroom. I didn’t usually make my bed, but that morning I had, perhaps because deep in my heart I knew this was inevitable.

Sawyer pulled the drugstore box from his jacket pocket and set it on my nightstand, not taking his eyes off me. He dropped his jacket to the floor, then off came everything else.

I turned to the side, feeling shy about seeing him naked. I took off most everything, but stopped at my bikini. My arms folded across my chest, I said, “Mind if I keep something on for a bit?”

He crawled up onto my double-sized bed and rolled onto his side, propping his head up casually with one arm.

“I’m yours,” he said. “Come here and kiss me before I die from wanting you.”

I climbed onto the bed with him and cuddled up next to his completely na**d body. With one hand, I explored the crease between his chest muscles, and then down his ab muscles. He closed his eyes, and I moved my hand down further, burying my fingertips in the hair that began below his navel. He held very still as I reached down further and grasped him around the shaft, and then he pressed himself into my hand, encouraging me to stroke him.

His eyes fluttered open, and he leaned forward enough to meet my lips with his. He rested one hand on my hip, over top of my bikini bottoms, and kissed me deeply and thoroughly. I found myself making small sighs, and my body shifting to be closer to his.

He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him, pulled me on top the way we’d been at the beach. This time, though, we weren’t in public and we didn’t need to stop.

I let go of his c**k and adjusted my body over his, rocking my h*ps as his erection nestled in the hollow between my hip bone and pubic bone.