Chapter Nine
We sat on the beach, down at the lake, on Alex's last day at home. He had to leave the next morning for Connecticut. The weather was beautiful, so we decided to spend the day together with no interruptions. We went swimming and were having a picnic. I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as I rummaged through the basket that his mom packed for us.
I'd pulled my long, brown hair up in a ponytail, and I wore nothing but a white bikini. To say I was pleased when Alex’s eyes popped out of his head when I slipped off my shorts and shirt was an understatement. I loved getting him all worked up.
"What do you want?" I asked, my head still buried in the basket.
"You." He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping just where the bathing suit barely covered my breasts.
He ran his tongue down my cleavage, and I let out a small moan in response.
Now . . . I want him now.
"I meant what did you want to eat?" I giggled.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" He laughed as he pulled me between his legs, resting my back against his chest.
"Alex Jordan, you’re so dirty." I smiled.
"You like my foul mouth," he said. "I know how hot you get when I whisper those dirty words in your ear when we’re fuc—"
"Don’t you say it!" I turned and pressed my fingers to his lips.
"Why?" He laughed.
"Because we’re not doing that right now." I reminded him.
"We could be." He slid his hand down my stomach and tugged at the waistband of my bikini bottom.
He placed soft kisses at the nape of my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my lips.
He greedily attacked my mouth as he slipped his hand down my bottom and slowly ran his fingers along my moist slit.
"We can’t," I whispered. "Not here."
"No one will come out here." He spoke against my jaw and cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.
"Mmm . . . Alex." I moaned.
He smiled, obviously clued in to the fact I was changing my mind. He untied the top straps of my bikini, letting it fall across my stomach.
"That’s better." He reached back up to circle my nipple with his fingertip. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful."
I did as he asked, allowing his fingers to slip deeper inside me. He licked and sucked at my neck while he continued to pleasure me with his hands. He pressed his hips against my back, trying to create some friction for his growing erection. I pushed my backside into him and wiggled my hips.
"See what you’re doing to me?"
I turned around to face him. "I want you inside me, Alex."
"Tell me how you want me." He smiled. I was coming into my own sexuality, but I was still shy and unsure about some things. Alex always pushed me to speak up and tell him what I liked.
I bit my bottom lip.
"That's so fucking sexy," he whispered. "I love when you bite that lip."
"I want whatever you want." I always wanted to please him, and I liked the way he made my body feel, the different ways he pleased me.
"No." He shook his head. "You want this?" He pointed to the bulge in his pants.
I most definitely want that! I nodded.
"Then you tell me how." He lay back on the blanket with his hands behind his head, daring me to speak.
Fine! I’ll show him what I want!
I climbed on top of him and sat straight up. "I want it like this," I said with more confidence than I’d ever expressed when we were intimate.
"You want to ride me?" He swallowed hard, undoubtedly caught off guard by my aggressiveness.
I ran my hands down his chest and over his stomach, then rubbed my fingers at the skin above his waistband. "Is that okay with you, cowboy?" I bit my lip again, knowing what that did to him.
He remained mute—had I rendered him speechless?
—but he managed to pull the strings on either side of my waist, freeing me from my bikini bottom.
I lifted up and pulled them out from underneath me, then tugged at his shorts.
He raised his hips and helped me get him out of them.
I looked down at his full, hard erection and smiled before leaning down to kiss him.
I took his shaft in my hand and rubbed it against my eager pussy.
"Oh no, you don’t!" He reached behind us and dug into the bag, searching for the foil packet. "I’ll never be unprepared with you again."
I shook my head when he held out the packet. "I . . . ." I felt the heat creeping up my neck. "I can’t."
"Yes, you can."
I took the packet from him and ripped it open. I looked down at him, and with shaky hands, I managed to get it over the head of his erection.
"Perfect." He smiled as he slipped it on all the way, then gripped my hips and helped guide me onto him.
Once seated, I rocked back and forth, quickly finding my rhythm with Alex’s help. I closed my eyes and continued to move into him, and he met me thrust for thrust.
I loved when he filled me so completely.
"Baby," he moaned, "let your hair down."
I did as he asked, allowing my long, dark hair to fall over my shoulders.
He stopped moving and stared up at me as if he had something to tell me.
Finally, he whispered, "You look like an angel," as he grabbed my hips harder.
I tensed, and then my body shook with my release. "God, Alex!"
"I’m gonna come so fuckin' hard," he yelled. "And it’s all because of you."
He erupted inside the condom, and I collapsed onto his chest, panting and sweating.
He kissed the top of my head and said my name over and over again.
He pulled my chin up so we were looking at one another.
He was still buried inside me, and I could tell he didn’t want to move.
I didn’t want him to move. This was our last day together, and I didn’t want it to end.
"Jocelyn, I . . . ." He looked like he wanted to tell me something. In my heart, I wanted to believe I knew what he was feeling, but I couldn’t assume.
"Say it." I smiled, certain he was about to say what I wanted to hear.
"That was amazing."
Those weren't exactly the words I was looking for.
"Yeah." I frowned, trying to hide my disappointment. "It was."
I rolled off him and tied my top back into place. He touched my arm, and I had to take a second to compose myself before I looked over my shoulder and back down at him.
"Smile for me," he said. "I need to see you smile."
I did as he asked, but the expression was forced. He hurt me; whether it was intentional or not, it still hurt.
I handed him his bathing suit and put my bottoms back on.
"Jocelyn."
"Can we eat lunch now?" I asked, unwilling to let him ruin this moment anymore than he already had. "I’m dying to try your mom’s chicken salad."
Chicken salad? Am I serious?
He pulled his shorts over his hips and sat up. He took my hand and gently caressed it. I couldn’t look at him.
"I’m going to miss you," he said. "More than you can imagine."
I guessed he was trying to give me something, but it wasn’t enough, not with him leaving in a little over twelve hours.
"I’ll miss you too." No doubt that's why I felt so emotional. I was sad he was leaving, and I was being way too sensitive.
"This is all really hard for me," he said. "I don’t usually have to relate sex to feelings."
"It’s more than sex though, right?" I asked, revealing my vulnerability.
He nodded.
I gave him a small smile and reached for the picnic basket.
"What do you want to drink?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. I felt the tears stinging my eyes, but I managed to stop them from falling before he saw I was upset. I didn't want our last day together to be ruined.