Spring Break Fling

Chapter 48

48

HANNAH

I felt the night air cool against my skin, an unfamiliar freedom tingling through me as I pulled Nikko closer. This was reckless, wild, and entirely unlike the meticulously controlled life I had left behind. But it was also undeniably right. With him, everything clicked into place with an ease that felt almost predestined. I didn’t have to be anything I wasn’t. I didn’t have to pretend or stress about what I looked like or what I was doing.

I could just be me.

Every touch reignited memories of our time together in Boise. The future was no longer feared but something I looked forward to discovering, step by reckless step. Our bodies bobbed in the water, with the waves pushing us closer to shore.

The salty taste of the sea washed over us as we kissed again, this time more passionate than before, our tongues dancing in sync. My nipples hardened as the cool water lapped at my breasts.

As we pulled apart for breath, I looked up at the star-speckled sky, feeling like I could reach for anything and make it happen now that I wasn’t held back by other people’s expectations.

“Let’s make a pact,” I whispered between kisses. “Whenever things get tough or scary or we don’t know what to do, we come back here.”

“Deal,” he whispered against my neck. He slowly moved his hand down my belly and slipped into the water between us. His fingers found their way into my wet core, teasing me expertly as he mimicked the movements of his tongue in my mouth just moments ago.

I gasped at the unexpected pleasure, arching my back to meet his touch. He nibbled on my earlobe playfully, making me shiver with anticipation. “Nikko, you drive me crazy.”

He thrust his fingers deeper inside me, his movements becoming faster and wilder. I moaned, although it was covered by the sounds of the waves. Together, we moved in perfect harmony under the moonlit sky.

“Yes,” he growled against my skin. Then he grabbed me, carrying me through the water back to the beach. He laid me down on the wet sand. His body covered mine as he kissed me. I could taste his passion.

Our hips ground together. The fierceness of his kiss matched the intensity of the moment, and I loved it. The crashing waves, the salty air, the faint smell of seaweed mixed with the familiar scent of the ocean were all perfect.

This was more than physical attraction; it was a connection that went bone deep. Our bodies moved as one, needing to be close. My nails dragged down his back as his mouth moved to devour my neck. A wave washed over my feet before retreating.

The sensation of the cool water mingling with the heat of our bodies created an electric atmosphere, sending surges of energy through every fiber of my being.

As he deepened the kiss, his hands explored my body with a tenderness that spoke of his love. Breaking from the kiss, Nikko looked down at me, his eyes filled with love. “Hannah,” he whispered with an intensity that vibrated through my soul. “With you, I am more than I ever thought I could be.”

I reached up to trace his jawline, feeling the stubble and the strength beneath it. “And you make me brave,” I murmured, my voice barely audible above the crashing waves. “You make it feel safe to be bold.”

He smiled that lopsided grin that had first captured my heart. “Then let’s be bold together,” he said.

His kiss sealed our pact and he settled between my legs, nudging against me.

“Are you ready?” he growled against my lips.

“Yeah,” I breathed out.

His cock pushed at my entrance teasingly before sliding inside, inch by slow inch. He leaned down to capture my mouth again, his tongue plunging in as his hips thrust forward powerfully.

I gasped at the feeling of being filled so completely. My body arched up to meet his, craving more of him. This was different from before, urgent but tender and loving.

We moved together as one, our bodies finding a rhythm that was slow and languid and intense at the same time. Pleasure surged through me like an electric current, igniting every nerve ending along the way. I let out a soft moan as we found our stride, lost in the moment on this secluded beach under the night sky.

The thrill of the danger of someone stumbling upon us just made it all the better.

“More,” I gasped as he picked up the pace, his body moving together with mine.

He groaned and thrust harder, his fingers digging into my hips as he claimed me entirely. It felt right. Like this was where we were always meant to be.

The sounds of our passion filled the air. Ecstasy rolled through me. “There,” I moaned. “More.”

He grinned against my lips, his breath ragged, and he adjusted to angle himself deeper, responding to my pleas with a fervor that left me breathless.

Nikko’s movements became more purposeful, every thrust hitting a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring myself to the present moment that felt so overwhelming, so all-consuming.

“Hannah,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I want all of you, always.”

In response, I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, urging him on. Our wet bodies slid together with reckless abandon.

The intensity of our connection amplified with each thrust. Our moans filled the air. I felt every ridge and contour as he moved within me, driving us both toward a crescendo of raw emotion and physical bliss.

I arched into him, desperate for more contact, for deeper connection. He bit down on my shoulder, anchoring us together, and we chased our climaxes together.

I felt him tense against me, and a second later, a wave of ecstasy hit me. His hips bucked once more before he collapsed on top of me.

We panted heavily, our hearts still racing from the aftermath of our intense lovemaking. I looked up at Nikko, his eyes still closed in bliss. He had given me everything that he was, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I traced my fingers down his shoulder.

“We’re really doing this,” I said.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me, a look that spoke volumes without words. “Yeah,” he breathed out, kissing me gently on the forehead. “We are.”

He rolled off me lazily and held me close as we caught our breaths together, our hearts thumping wildly against each other’s skin. The water came up, this time washing over my knees.

“You know we are damn lucky no one decided to take a late-night stroll out here,” he said with a laugh.

“I figured I would just slither into the ocean if they did. Pretend I was a mermaid.”

Nikko laughed. “A mermaid with quite the siren’s call,” he teased. “I’d follow you into the sea.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said with a smirk, nestling deeper into his embrace. The sand beneath us was cooling as the night deepened, but his warmth shielded me from the chill.

We lay there for what felt like eternity but was likely only a few minutes. It was that rare kind of moment where time seemed both suspended and fleeting.

“Ready to go home?” he asked. “I know I could use some dinner.”

I nodded. “Yeah, food sounds wonderful right now,” I agreed, slightly reluctant to leave the magic of our beach sanctuary. But the practicalities of life were calling—hunger, at the very least. Plus I had sand in crevices where no sand should be.

Carefully, we got up, brushing off each other’s bodies with tender touches that promised more. Our clothes clung to our damp skin as we dressed. I laughed as Nikko struggled with his shirt, which seemed to have shrunk or maybe it just became more clingy with the water.

As we headed back to his motorcycle, we held hands. I couldn’t believe this was my life. Six months ago no one could have told me I would be making love with the hottest guy I had ever seen and would be falling more in love with him by the minute.

“We should do this more often,” he said, squeezing my hand.

“I agree.” I took the helmet and put it on.

He swung a leg over his bike and patted the seat behind him. “Hop on,” he said.

I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapping my arms around him. The engine roared to life beneath us, vibrating through our bodies, and we pulled away from the beach. The wind whipped my hair around, the salty air still clinging to our skin.

The road curved along the coastline. I pressed my cheek against Nikko’s back, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his shirt as he maneuvered the bike. It was exhilarating, this freedom matched only by the thrill I felt being with him.

As we rode, I thought about everything that had happened between us. It was like a whirlwind had scooped me up and set me down in a completely different life—a better one, filled with passion and adventure. It scared me sometimes how quickly everything had changed, yet it felt so incredibly right. The fear was part of the excitement. It made each moment more vivid, more vital.

Nikko pulled into his garage and parked. We walked inside to find Diego had not only brought my bags, but left a six pack of beer in the fridge and a bottle of wine along with a note that said there was an order of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw waiting in the fridge. And that he expected a tip.

We laughed together, grateful for the thoughtfulness—and the fact that we wouldn’t have to cook.

As he reheated the food, the comforting aroma of chicken filled the air, grounding me back to reality after the surreal, beautiful blur on the beach. “It’s perfect,” I said, meaning more than just the meal.

Nikko flashed me that heart-stopping grin and pulled two plates from the cabinet. “Eat up, babe,” he said, loading our plates high. We sat across from each other at his small kitchen table, our knees occasionally brushing. I loved these little accidental touches. They set me on fire.

Dinner was delicious, but I enjoyed the easy silence between us even more. It was comfortable. I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow held. And the week after and the week after that.