Hot Summer Lust (7 page)

I wonder what he feels the need to get away from but he doesn’t elaborate and I don’t push him.

We get to the water’s
edge.
Elias takes off his work boots and tosses them into the grass, then walks straight into the pond and dives under. He swims
all the way out to the middle of the pond and floats there, on his back. I’m not quite ready to strip down to my bikini. I wish it wasn’t
as non-existent as it is. I mean, sure,
he’s seen me
already, but I wasn’t
aware
of that, at the time, until after
the fact.
And I’m relieved that
that
particular topic hasn’t come up again.
I
wade in to my ankles and splash in the water lightly with my feet.

He crooks a finger at me, signalling for me to come to him, but I just smile.
Then he
comes towards me. He
walks out of the water and
stands close.
He shakes his hair out so the tiny stinging droplets splash all over me and I squeal and try to move away but he grabs my wrist in his strong grip.

“Don’t run,” he says.

His smile is playful and gorgeous. His hair is black and dripping. Something about Elias’s hair is just so alluring.
My hands are
itching to grab fistfuls of it and
pull him to me. I want to
lick his wicked, sensual mouth.

“Come in with me.
The water’s fucking beautiful,” he says.
I have a weird craving to hear him growl his oaths. To somehow inspire him to lose all control.

I’m smiling. I can’t help it.

He laughs, as he watches my face.

“What’s funny?”

“Let me hear you say it,” he says.

“Say what?”

“’Fuck’. I want to hear you swear.”

I can feel myself blush. Am I that obvious?
That I’m a prim, inexperienced hick?
It’s true I’ve never said it.

“You’re wilder than you let on,” he says.
“When you’re alone.”

My blush rages but I don’t look away.

He takes my hand in his warm grasp, still smiling
.
“I like your wild side.”

He’s holding my hand.

I think of those lyrics.
You’re a wild, wild girl and I know what you like.

His fingers brush the fray of my jean shorts. “Take these off,” he
says. “Come in with me
.”

At his touch, my inhibitions begin to fade. I feel bold and luck-drunk. I let him pull my tank top
over my head.
I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the ground.
When he sees my bikini – what little of it there is – his jaw literally drops.
His eyes grow dark, the pupils swallowing up his sapphire-colored
irises. He blinks thick lashes.

I
like
that he’s speechless. I want to
hold him in this spell, where it’s just me and him here alone under the sun, singing our own tune.

I pull out my hair-tie, letting my hair spill over my shoulder
s.
It hangs all the way down my back in loose coils.
I attempt to adjust my bikini into place but it’s ridiculously skimpy. The little triangles of the bikini top cover my nipples but not much else. My breasts are way too full for it but I don’t care. I stand up and turn away from him to walk slowly into the water. I can feel his gaze like the hot sun on my skin. Nothing has ever felt so good as this.

I can sense that he’s following me.
Just knowing this, that he’s coming after me, starts the low humming heat in my torso. It builds and l
owers, centering
. I feel the slickness gather, the light, aching throb. I’m up to my thighs and I lean forward to splash water onto my arms. He’s right behind me.
The huge, hot bulk of him is almost touching my
backside as I play. The tiny scrap of damp, clinging material is all that covers my plumped, wet folds.

I dive in, swimming towards the big f
lat rock. I feel like a
sensuous mermaid. I have never felt more alive. He’s there, following me. I can feel him. I crawl up onto the rock and lay on its smooth, warm surface. Elias crawls up too and crouches over me, like a big cat.

“Sadie,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. You’re
seriously blowing my mind.”

I do it: I reach into his dripping hair, weaving my fingers into thick, wet locks and pull his face to mine, touching my closed lips to his.
I’ve never kissed a boy before.
I’m not sure how. I let my lips press against him. But Elias’s mouth is hungry.
I gasp as he
boldly parts my lips with his tongue, caressing my lips with his, opening me. His tongue slides over mine and I can feel the contact as a zinging surge that stokes the sweet
ache between my legs. Refl
exively, my knees separate
and his body lowers just enough to briefly press against me. The
hardness
of him! The big, heavy weight of his mu
scular body feeds a need in me that’s savage and vast.
I pull him closer. I open to him and gently suck his tongue into my mouth.

Elias groans and deepens the kiss, angling my head, invading me in soft, greedy plunges
.
His tongue dances with mine and he adjusts his heavy body against me, until I can feel the hard contours of his huge bulk between my legs, where the softness of my flesh molds around his shape, cradling him. My hips tilt in a reflexive plead and Elias’s hot hardness presses against the most sensitive place imaginable, and again, until I gasp his name.

He exhales an oath and lifts himself, holding
me down so I can’t move.
“Hold still, darlin’,” he murmurs into my ear
. “I know
you’re ready. But I want to taste you when you come.”

His mouth moves to my neck, licking the delicate skin
below my ear. Every touch of his tongue ch
annels directly to my swollen, intimate flesh. Each nip of his teeth on my skin sends an invisible dart to the hot hollow between my legs, which feels warm and needy, maki
ng me squirm.
As I do, I feel the sweet
slickness at my core and between my buttocks. A hot-sweet glow has ignited me fr
om my knees to my navel. I need to feel his weight on me again.

Our breathing is heavier now.
I let my hands glide to his neck, his hard shoulders, his broad back.
He’
s so beautiful.
The textures and shape and
size
of him, so deliciously, powerfully
male
.

And he’s so
strong
. I’m trying to pull him
closer and wrap my arms around him but he’s holding me in place.

His mouth is slowly kissing little nips down my breast. He pauses, then his lips touch my nipple through the thin fabric of my bikini.
His teeth, in a gentle demand
, bite me.

The throb swells,
and I moan. I think I might come. I’m so wet. I’m so ready and desperate for more. But he’s kissing
me again, the lightest, feathery touch of his lips.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, Sadie. You want me to lick you, darlin’
?” he murmurs against me. “You want me to suck
on you and make you come?”

“Yes. Yes.”
I
think I’m going crazy. Th
e urges of my body are wild and hot, insanely extreme.

Elias’s fingers pull my bikini top to the side. He’s untied or ripped it so the scrap of fabric falls away, revealing the fullness of my
naked breasts.
He’s kissing my breasts, whispering lust-slurred
, wicked words. Words I’ve
barely even heard and never in a million years
used
.

Damn, Sadie, you’re the most gorgeous girl. I’m gonna suck those perfect nipples ‘
til you come. Then I’m gonna lick every inch of your
hot little squirming, luscious body. I’m gonna rip those panties off and taste your juicy pussy, honey, and lick you and bite you and eat you ‘til you come again.
You want
me, baby? You do, don’t you?
You’re wild with it, you want me so damn bad.

God, I do. I really do.
I
shouldn’t
. I should be grasping at some shred of common sense or some inkling of restraint that’s been so thoroughly drummed into me and is currently nowhere to be found.

“
Elias
,” I’m thinking, or maybe moaning, I can’t quite tell. “
I want you.
I want you so much
. Put your mouth on me. Everywhere.
Suck me. Bite me. Do it. Please, do it
.”

Because if he doesn’t, I’m going to wrap myself around him and keep him there until he d
oes. I’m going to
beg and plead for that mouth to kiss me and that tongue to lick me
.
To eat me
.
The needy ache is a roaring wildfire in me.

And then he does it.
His mouth closes around my nipple and he begins to suck me. His tongue licks the underside of my nipple in rough laves, then he draws mo
re deeply, sucking in greedy pulls.
I arch up to him, offering myself fully.
He pinches my other nipple between two fingers, rotating gently. Then his palm cups my breast, squeezing and
pinching. He slides his p
alm lower. It’s warm, so warm, feeding the heat of my body. He slides it lower, the callouses of his rough hands causing agonizingly delicious friction on the soft skin of my
stomach. The
hungry suction of his mouth as he feeds on me is igniting my body.
Each pull sends a livewire of
deep lust to the place where his fingers …
oh, God
… they’re sliding closer … closer
.
Under
the fabric of my bikini bottoms. Over the sensitive, swollen flesh, finding that little hyper-sensitive nub. Centering there, rubbing with deliberate pressure as his mouth feasts in lusty pulls.

It’s enough.

The pleasure compounds into a peaking glide, then fractures into a million stars of clenching ecstasy.
I’m flying. I’m crying. I’m in love with life. I’m in love with Elias Hayes and his mouth and his fingers.
I’m floating on the swell as the ripples calm and ebb.

But he’s not done yet.

And neither am I.

We’re so ravenous it hurts.

My hands are gripping his big,
hard body but his mouth leaves my breast and he’s sliding lower. His hands rip the flimsy cloth
of what remains of my bikini and toss the shreds roughly away.

“Holy fuck, Sadie,” he rasps.
Oh, God, his
voice
. With its edgy darkness and roughed-up desire
.
I almost come again. If he touches me, I will. I
want
to, so much.
“I’m gonna
kiss you now, baby.
Right where you want me to. Nice and slow.
You want some more, don’t you? You want it bad.”

“Elias, please.
Kiss me.
Please
.
Kiss me.” I’m begging now. I can’t wait any more. I need him to touch me.

My legs are already open but he pushes them wider with brutal strength, holding me down, dominating me easily. I love it. I want it. My sex is still pulsing with my orgasm, and I wonder
if he can see this.
I’m so outrageously exposed. So vulnerable. His mouth is so close I can feel the hot strikes of his breath.

Flickers of my rigid education hover at the edge of my consciousness, but they’re no match for Elias Hayes
, who’s intent on giving me a whole new kind of education. Because, just then, his tongue licks
into
me. This is not a soft, hesitant
initiation. This is
lewd, insatiable worship.
It’s wet, hungry, debauched.
His tongue
is everywhere, tasting and feasting with messy adoration.
His rough, careful fingers are ridiculously intimate, sliding through the moisture, prodding
and pressing gently. Opening me. Touching me in places I’ve never been touched.
His mouth closes around the pulsing nub and the small rushes are starting. His hold gentles and his tongue dips into me, pushing deeper, in and out, in an
d out.
His thumb finds my clit
, swirling it, pressing.
I come again, hard. His tongue is inside me and I can feel my inner muscles gripping him, drawing him deeper into my body.

The starry rush goes one and on.

As the waves begin to ease, he licks me again, kissing me, playing me with his fingers.
The intimacy
is astounding. I’ve given something
of myself to Elias Hayes.
I’ve let him past every boundary, not just physically. Like something about us has merged.

I want more.
I don’t know if it’s possible to ever get enough of this.

A cloud wisps high in the sky above and it seems strange there. A remnant from an old reality.

He’s
my new reality and I want to immerse myself in him.

He crawls up my body and lays next to me. He’s smiling and it’s the most sublime sight, his eyes all spangly and blue.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and his roguish smile widens.

He laughs a little. Then he’s quiet for a second.
He’s staring deep into my eyes and the link is profound and connective. “You taste like heaven when you come,” he says.

How to reply to such a thing?
Maybe it’s the beer I chugged, or the enlightenment of back-to-back orgasms – or a little of both – because we’re both shocked when I say softly, “Now it’s my turn … to find out what
you
taste like … when you come.”

He kisses me and it’s the most outrageous thing, to taste
myself
on his lips. I climb over him a little and he lays back, letting me set the pace. I take my time, kissing his lips.
My naked body still hums with the after-effects of my climaxes. I feel supple and lush.
I move lower, rubbing my hands across his hair-dusted chest. He seems to understand. He’s giving me time to explore him, to learn the textures and contours of his body. I’d rarely, in my life, ever even touched a man, and certainly not like this.