11. Sylvie #2
His dark eyes stared down at me as he sat back on his heels and looked at me, splayed out and begging for him. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if they didn’t hear you screaming my name.”
He took my mouth again in a dark and possessive kiss. Duke moved off me, and I immediately pulled my top all the way off and shimmied out of my blue bikini bottoms. Duke moved quickly to remove his trunks, and when I got the perfect view of his dick, my core clenched in anticipation.
It was long and thick and veined. I wanted to feel my tongue drag down its length, but he reached into his bag and pulled out a condom. The fact that he’d brought a condom—that he wanted this as badly as I did—turned me on even more.
I watched in awe as his skilled hands made quick work of unrolling it down his length.
“Spread your legs. Show me where you want this cock.”
Leaning back on my elbows, I ignored the bite of sand beneath me as I let my knees drop open. Duke sucked in a breath as he stared at my pussy. On his knees, he inched closer to me. I dragged my fingertips down his chest and watched as his abs flexed at my touch.
“I want to take my time with you. Touch you and taste you—savor every drop.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to go slow. I need you. Right now.”
His jaw flexed. “If you need it rough and dirty, I can give that to you. I swear I can give you everything you’ll ever need.”
My head tipped back as Duke dragged the head of his cock through my pussy. I was achy and wet. He circled my clit with the tip and my hips tilted upward, begging for him to fill me.
I didn’t want hearts and flowers and promises. I wanted him .
Duke’s hand moved across my chest, slid down my belly, and stopped between my legs.
His thumb pressed against my clit as he stroked his dick with the other hand. “I’ve been dreaming about your tight, wet cunt for weeks. Every night I come with my dick in my hands and your name on my lips.”
The image of Duke touching himself while thinking of me was too much. I arched into him, tilting my hips and guiding his cock toward my entrance.
“Take it. Please,” I begged.
One hand gripped my hip and squeezed while he guided his cock lower. Slowly, he pressed forward, stretching my pussy open until the head was just inside. He was thick and long, and I hissed at the way he stretched me open.
Without waiting for me to adjust, he gave me more.
His head tilted back, and I stared at the muscular column of his neck as he filled me. A throaty moan rattled out of him. “Fuck.”
My pussy squeezed around him as he shifted his hips, and I reveled in the drag and pull of his cock sliding through me. I whimpered as Duke fucked me on the beach, hidden only by the towering trees above us.
He covered my body with his, leaning forward to kiss me. His heat, his scent, had me spiraling. When he pinched my nipple, pleasure bordered on pain, and I cried out. “Yes! More.”
He ground his hips into me. My hands moved over his chest as the muscles rippled with every thrust. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone, and it had never been like that. Desire and need were intertwined, and all I could think was more. More. MORE.
I needed more—of him. Us. This.
Pleasure zipped down my spine, and I knew I was close. “Shit. Duke. Yes.” My words were nearly incoherent, and I prayed he knew what I meant.
He stared down at me, the intense furrow in his brow only making me hotter for him as he pounded into me.
He reached down to grip my thigh and pull it against his hip.
The deeper angle was all it took, and my pussy clamped around him, my orgasm tearing through me.
I clenched and released as he continued to stroke in and out of me with long, deep thrusts.
A growl formed in his throat, and then his hips jerked forward and stilled. The base of his cock teased my clit as he throbbed inside me. We moaned in unison, and he shuddered.
Covering my body, he slumped over me, bracing his weight on his elbows and looking down at me.
His cock still nestled inside me, we stared at each other.
Only inches from each other, I searched his eyes.
Without a word, his mouth was soft and sweet on mine.
He shifted his arms, tucking them under me and holding me to his broad chest.
His body was heavy in the best way.
Duke lifted his head, and the fierce expression he’d worn earlier had shifted into something different. Softer.
Contentment, maybe?
He ran his nose down mine with a tenderness I’d never experienced.
Duke kissed me again before slowly lifting off me.
Immediately I missed the heat and weight of him.
His hand grazed down my body as though he was memorizing every dip and curve.
I sighed and closed my eyes, watching the sunlight dance behind my eyelids as the trees swayed overhead.
I reveled in its heat as it warmed my skin, wishing I could pause this moment and keep it forever.
When I opened my eyes, Duke was staring down at me, but the content look he’d worn only moments before was replaced by something... sadder.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I nodded and pushed myself to a sitting position. Sand was fucking everywhere . I gathered my bikini, shaking it out as Duke took care of the condom. He slipped on his trunks and walked toward the water, giving me the opportunity to dress in private.
A sinking feeling tugged at my belly, and my chest ached.
The thought of having to go back to talking with him only in secret was unbearable.
I watched him look out onto the waters of Lake Michigan and wondered if he was having the same inner crisis, or if maybe this was something else entirely for him.
Maybe it wasn’t as life-altering for Duke as it felt for me.
After redressing, I stepped up beside him, looking out onto the lake as the late-afternoon sun hung heavily in the distance. The vast emptiness of the unending water mirrored my insides.
Duke’s hand briefly found the center of my back, but he dropped it just as quickly. “We should get you back.”
I nodded. My throat was tight, and though I desperately wanted to beg him for answers, to figure out what we were supposed to do next, I let the silence stretch between us.
Just this once. And we won’t tell anyone.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Why had I said that?
I wished I could take the words back, but I also knew, deep down, that we couldn’t tell anyone. No one would understand. But it also hurt a little that Duke hadn’t disagreed with me.
A thousand scenarios played out in my mind, and none of them ended without one of us being broken.
After we gathered the board and bag, the trip back to the main beach was quiet. I stood behind him as he paddled and leaned into him, closing my eyes and wishing things could be different.
My only comfort was his warm hand covering mine. I pinched my eyes closed.
What had I done?