Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Bree
T he sound of rushing waves seems to engulf my whole body. With each crash, it feels like my body relaxes a little more, my feet sinking heavily into the white sand. This isn't a dream, even though just hours ago I was bundling up against the December chill. The sand squeezing between my toes and the sun heating up my bare skin are very much real. Hell, I'll even have tan lines around this sexy bikini by the time I get back home.
It's funny, I was just starting to wrap my head around the fact that I need to think about getting presents for my parents when Sam told us we were getting away for a few days. Perfect timing. I've been holed up with my laptop at home, trying to catch up on the drama gushing forth. Before, we were all chewing on bones, but now it's a feeding frenzy—the actor's wife is talking. And not to be outdone, our pop princess is talking, too.
I've been letting other journalists cover the back and forth between the women. I'm focusing on the actor and his silence, and this angle is working out great for me. I can meet my deadlines and keep up with the rapid-fire developments—ever since that night with Sam.
I left the BDSM club that night feeling so… free, so clearheaded. It's like that scene with him put things into perspective for me. I don't need to stress out, turning my wheels endlessly and getting nowhere. I just need to relax a little, let myself go, give in to the challenge instead of resisting it.
That's why I'm here on a private sandy beach with Sam, forgetting all about Christmas next week, all about the inane drama I have to write about. Though it hasn't been so bad lately. The past week and a half, my writing has been really flowing. Yeah, it's not my favorite topic, but finding a new approach, working hard to see the situation in a new, fresh light, that really got me motivated.
Maybe I wasn't wrong to pick this path.
I'm not sure where I'll be next week. I might not spend the holiday with my parents for the first time in a long time. And I'm looking forward to that. I hadn't really considered spending more time away from them, but the more I do and the less I think about them and what they think—the less I compare—the better I feel about the little life I'm cobbling together.
I tilt my head up and let the sun warm my face.
I have Sam to thank for guiding me in this new direction. I feel freer somehow.
Despite the warmth flooding my body, a delicious shiver ripples through me. I've gotten used to this sensation, ever since that night. Whenever I have a moment to myself, my thoughts drift back to being up on that stage, how Sam made me surrender to the moment and dump out all other thoughts. It was only him and me in the end.
I offered myself fully to him.
With my eyes closed, I smile as I hear footsteps crunching in the sand, coming close to me. I was wondering when he'd be back. I turn around just in time to see Sam reaching for me. I giggle as he pulls me in close to his body. He's only wearing swim trunks, so my cheek hits his smooth chest as I wrap my arms around his back.
"I was just thinking about you," I admit, nuzzling him like a cat.
"What were you thinking?" he asks in my ear, his arms squeezing me all over possessively.
I groan and wriggle in his grasp like I don't want to answer. And maybe I don't. What if it's not really a big deal to him? I actually don't know how into that stuff he is, and I'm embarrassed I liked it so much.
"You're not saying anything," he growls, and there's a note of warning in his voice. But his lips and breath are tickling my neck, making me squirm harder until I'm laughing and trying to push him away.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" I pound on his back until he straightens up and looks down at me, a huge grin splitting his face. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, so I spit it out, my words coming out in a rapid stream. "I was thinking about that night again. I didn't know that kind of thing could feel so good. I've been killing it at work ever since and…"
"And?" Sam doesn't let me trail off for long.
"Aaand I want to do it again. Sometime." I look away as I finish, and he pulls me in close again, worming his face back into the crook of my neck.
"You're so cute, Bree," he murmurs, planting little kisses on my neck.
"You get off so much on teasing me!"
My hands tickle at his stomach, and his abs tighten beneath my touch, but he doesn't relent. Instead, his hand snakes up between our bodies and grips my neck firmly, stilling me at once. His broad hand commands my attention. I look up into his suddenly serious eyes as he strokes my throat with his thumb.
"I gave you just what you needed, is that what you're saying?"
I watch his eyes roam my face, lingering on my lips, and nod. I can feel the mood shifting around us. His other hand slips down my back, stopping briefly to pull playfully at the knot of my bikini top before continuing down.
"So you should be grateful."
"I am grateful," I gush at once, but he shakes his head the second the words are out.
"If you were really grateful, I'd be able to feel it. That kind of gratitude isn't something you can just express with your words. Work is easier now for you, right? You seem lighter, more carefree. Because of me. Right?" He squeezes a handful of my ass, tight, squeezing my neck a little tighter at the same time.
I suck in a breath through my mouth, my lids drooping lower as I maintain eye contact with him. I manage a nod, feeling his low words captivate my body. Suddenly, his strong fingers dip between my legs, roughly massaging my pussy through my bikini.
"You liked to be fucked in public, didn't you? Remember how you begged for my seed, not caring who heard you?"
My cheeks get hot at the memory—but so does my pussy. His rough touch doesn't let up, and when I don't answer, he grips my jaw and shakes me.
"I can't hear you, Bree."
"Yes," I hiss. "I didn't care who heard me. I just wanted you."
"Like you wanted my attention, right?"
I whimper. He's using my words against me, making me relive how he broke me, made me admit it. And all of a sudden, I want to be broken again, a flame igniting inside my belly.
"Yes. I wanted your attention on me, only on me."
"And I gave it to you, didn't I?" Sam stops playing with my pussy to tease my nipples, pinching them through my bikini top, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Yes, Sam," I breathe out, immediately missing his touch between my legs.
But I know what he's getting at, and he's right. I want to show him how much that night meant to me, how much standing here on a warm beach means. For the first time in a long time, I'm finding my footing in the world, and it only took a little encouragement from him.
I need him to know what he does to me, what he's doing to my mind and body.
"Can I show you how grateful I am?" I plead softly, parting my lips slightly, inviting him. Sam passes his thumb over my lips, and I nip it lightly before inching my tongue out to lick. My tongue catches his attention, and the flame inside me roars to life at the expression clouding his eyes.
I want to drive him crazy.
Without a word, Sam tugs us back toward the two beach chairs sitting side by side, not too far from his little villa. I keep licking at his thumb, letting him see how much I wish it was something else as he guides us slowly before gently pulling away so he can sit in the lounge chair.
"Kneel," he commands, reaching into a canvas bag beside his chair.
I do as I'm told, aiming my knees for the blanket stretched out beneath our chairs. A thrill runs through me as he takes out a narrow strip of fabric. He came prepared. He wanted something like this to happen.
I push down my excitement and inch toward him on my knees as he stretches out his hands. He ties the fabric around my eyes, blindfolding me, then pulls away. All I can hear are the crashing waves behind me and his gentle rustling. Then I feel him come near again, and my body tingles at the warmth of him.
Next, he pulls my hands behind my back and secures them there with what feels like rough rope. It bites into my skin, and I find myself testing the knot when he's finished, liking the way it resists me. I'm not getting out of this unless he unties me.
I'm at his mercy again.
I lick my lips, waiting for him to continue, to touch me. I don't know where it will come from, but the anticipation is making me feel like a live wire. And as much as I want his hands all over me, a desperate need is clawing up my chest, making me almost giddy with the desire to taste him.
I want it all, right now.
Sam's palm caresses my cheek, and I nuzzle into him at once.
"My eager bunny," Sam whispers, and I nod, feeling myself slip into that submissive state I found myself in at the club. "How do you plan to show me how grateful you are?"
I shift in place, groping around for the answer. Sam knows what I want to do, but he wants to make me say it. I bite my lip instead, my hands twisting behind my back against the rope.
Slap .
Sam's palm connects sharply with my cheek, making me gasp as my head turns to the side. The slight sting is all I can focus on for a few seconds—it took me completely off guard. My vulnerability comes sharply into view along with the knowledge that he can strike me anywhere, anytime.
I lick my lips.
This is what I wanted, that feeling of everything else fading away except this moment with him. Only pleasing him matters, and the pain, the sting, it only roots me here firmly to the present.
"Well?" Sam asks.
"I want to taste you." My voice comes out husky as I turn back toward where I think his face is.
"Taste me? Like my thumb?" he replies innocently, and I feel it touch my lips once more. I part and lick leisurely. I hear him take in a breath through his mouth.
He likes what he sees. That makes me bold.
"I want to taste your dick," I say between licks. "I want to explore you with my tongue, lick you all over."
"You look satisfied with just my thumb, though." His voice sounds somehow far away, and I wonder just how hard he's getting.
"Can't I have your dick?" I plead.
"What's stopping you?"
That's all I need to hear.
I shift back on my knees, then dip my body forward, landing heavily in his lap. I didn't know it'd be this difficult with my hands behind my back, but it feels like I'm right where I need to be. Sam's hands are busy in front of my face, no doubt releasing his dick from his shorts, and after a few moments, I feel his thick shaft rest against my head.
I tilt my head up, my lips seeking out his shaft. I know how I must look, with my mouth open, searching blindly for him, but I don't care. It feels like the ache between my legs, the ache in my chest won't be satisfied until I get my mouth on him. And it takes some effort. I use my face to nudge him into the right spot, his scent filling my nose, then start licking at his thickness.
"Mmm," I moan, my mouth watering as my lips wrap around him. I make my way to his tip, chasing after him with my tongue when his heavy dick sways away from me, then start suckling his firm tip.
"Ohh Bree," Sam sighs out.
I moan softly against him, swirling my tongue around him as I take him further into my mouth. He's deliciously hard, and the ache in my pussy only grows stronger. I love the taste of him, the feel of him, velvety along my tongue. The moans come freely as I start to squeeze my thighs together, stimulating my clit.
"You can't hold back, can you?" Sam whispers, now starting to thrust up. He wants to get deeper inside. I oblige him, relaxing my throat as I start to bob in time with his thrusts. "Fuck," he swears.
Then I feel his hands balling up my hair. He steadies my head and starts to fuck my mouth. Spit bubbles up around the corners of my mouth, and as my breathing quickens along with his, I can only think one thing:
Use me, Sam.
I work my tongue underneath his shaft, back and forth, left to right, anything I think he'll like. My ears are straining for every sound he makes, every groan, sigh. I can even tell when he throws his head back against the lounge chair. He's losing himself to the pleasure, losing himself to me.
I push myself to take him even deeper, and he stops his thrusts, gasping the further he gets. Then without warning, he pushes me off him with a chuckle. My face is a mess, but I can't wipe it clean.
Sam's lips crash against mine in the next second, his tongue diving into my mouth. I kiss him back fiercely, but his strong hands are soon pulling at my thighs and supporting my back at once. He lifts me into his lap, positioning his dick against my pussy with rough desperation.
"I want you to ride me," he growls into my ear. "You were going to make me come, did you know that? But I want to be buried deep inside you when I bust my load, my pretty little fuck bunny."
His lips are pressed against my ear as he shifts my bikini to the side, exposing my soaked cunt to him, and his head pushes impatiently past my slick folds. I whimper with need, working my hips back and forth until he's pressing against my entrance. Before I can think, his hands push down on my hips, forcing me onto his hard length, and I cry out, not knowing I need him this badly until he's buried to the base.
"Fuck, Sam, you're so hard!" I cry, already starting to work my hips fast.
"You did this to me, Bree. Now finish what you started."
"Yes, baby," I whisper, the chair starting to creak from my movements.
I don't hold back. I ride him hard, grinding my clit against him madly. This whole time, I've been aching for this friction, and now that I have it, I can't control myself. All I want to do his fuck Sam with everything I have, let him feel the wild passion surging in my chest.
His arms hold me steady as he pants in my ear, encouraging me between breaths. I can hear how wet I am, and that only makes me fuck him harder, faster, my orgasm building fast. And I know he's just as close as I am. He chants my name, and the moans pour out of my mouth, growing louder the more my orgasm builds.
I want to come, I want to come so fucking hard, and I want his seed filling me as I do. That's all I think about.
"Bree, fuck I'm close. Come with me, come on my fucking dick, Bree."
"Yes," I chant, lost in the passion. "Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming, baby."
It's like we both hold our breath at the same time, then crash hard, our cries mingling, competing with the ocean waves as we give everything to each other. He fills me up, thrusting upward with each spurt, trying to get it in deep, and my pussy clenches around him, hungry for his seed.
As I catch my breath, sinking into him, my heart hammering in my chest, his hands stroke my back.
"You did so good, Bree," he pants out, pressing kisses to my shoulder.
I blindly turn toward him, seeking his mouth. His lips press to mine, and I feel him grinning, which makes me smile, too. He tears the blindfold off of me, and I'm met with such a warmth in his eyes that it makes my heart skip a beat.
I gaze in wonder as he leans in for another kiss.
A cold December in Shade Valley is waiting for us, along with all the holiday stress and all my work. I wish I didn't have to return to reality. I want to stay here in this dream a little longer. And I know we will.
But maybe, as long as I have Sam with me, maybe it won't be so bad.
Maybe I can handle anything.