Chapter 32 #2
“I can’t believe you . . .” she says with a laugh, but I silence her with a quick kiss.
“Can you blame me for wanting to spend more time with you?”
She sighs as she looks at me, so close I can feel her breath on my face. “Aidan, I know you’re supposed to be the expert here, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say that this doesn’t feel very casual.”
“There are no rules, baby. This can be how we do casual.”
The hmmm that rumbles in her throat lets me know she doesn’t fully agree, but before she can respond, her phone starts buzzing loudly where it sits on the blanket next to us. We both glance down to see Dad lighting up her phone screen with an incoming call.
“You going to answer that?” I ask.
“He’ll worry if I don’t. But I don’t want him to get suspicious when he hears the waves.”
“Just tell him you’re at the beach watching the sunset with friends.”
She snatches up the phone before it goes to voicemail. “Hey, Dad.”
With the phone pressed against her left ear, she turns toward the ocean and settles back against me, using me as her chair again.
I can hear Carson’s voice but can’t tell what he’s saying.
She leans her head to the left and glances up at me, and I press a kiss to her cheek, then trail my lips down to her jaw and press kisses along the column of her neck down toward the slope of her shoulder.
The way she relaxes into me with a small sigh turns me on, so I slide my hand around her bare thigh.
“Yeah, just watching the sunset at the beach with some friends.” I have to hold in my laughter when she says, “Yeah, up in Newbury Falls with Eva.”
I know she’s on the phone with her father—the one person who truly can’t know what’s happening between us—so I shouldn’t tease her, but I can’t resist. Maybe it’s knowing that she wants to be here with me badly enough that she’s willing to lie to him that spurs me on?
Or maybe it’s just that I always want her, no matter what the risk is?
Whatever the reason, I trail my fingers from her thigh across the fabric of her bikini bottom and her legs fall open as a shiver wracks her body.
I take that as an invitation, and slip my fingers between the fabric and her skin, trailing them along her seam and up to her clit.
I rub small circles that have her arching her back and pressing her head into my collarbone.
“Uh huh,” she says to her dad as she tilts her hips to give me better access.
I glance around the beach to make sure no one else is around, even though, with my legs bent on either side of hers, no one would be able to see my hand in her bikini bottoms unless they were right in front of us.
I toy with her clit until her breathing grows rapid, and then I slip two fingers into her, easily sliding in through the moisture that’s pooling between her legs.
She lets out the slightest moan, so I whisper, “Shhh,” directly in her ear, before I slide my other hand up her abdomen, under my hoodie, and find her bikini top so I can move it aside and give myself access to her nipple.
She lets out a small gasp and says, “Hey Dad, I think we’re leaving the beach. Gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She presses the screen to disconnect the call and tosses her phone onto the blanket as she tilts her hips further to give me more access, whispering, “Holy shit, Aidan. I was on the phone with my dad.”
“You were the one who spread your knees and invited me in,” I say, my voice low, my lips by her ear. “Admit it, you wanted me to get you off, regardless of who you were talking to.”
“Oh shit,” she whispers as I tweak her nipple while I fuck her with my fingers.
“Tell me it’s true,” I say, “or I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“Then tell me what I want to hear.”
Her breathing is so heavy it almost sounds like she’s panting. “Yes, I w-wanted you to get me off.”
I sink my fingers into her harder and faster.
“Good. Now beg for it.”
“What?” Her surprised gasp follows as I press the heel of my hand to her clit so it grinds against it as I sink into her over and over.
“I want to hear you beg me for this orgasm.” My voice is a low growl in her ear and I rub my thumb over her nipple again.
She moans, then says, “Please . . . oh god . . . please, Aidan.”
I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she presses her head back into me as her hips rise to meet my fingers. “Attagirl. Look at you asking for what you want.”
“Oh fuck . . .” She moans again. “I’m . . .”
“I know, baby,” I say as she looks up at me, her big blue eyes wide in surprise as the orgasm rips through her.
I smother her moans with a kiss as she pulses around my fingers.
When her moaning stops and her body stills, I pull my fingers out and slip them between my parted lips, licking them clean as she watches me.
“Let’s go,” I say. “I need you naked and in my bed.”
I fix her bikini bottoms and lift her hips so she stands.
Then I move around to the far side of the dying fire, where the waves are approaching as the tide comes in, and kick wet sand onto the embers while she gathers up the pizza box, our phones, and the blanket.
And then I reach for her hand and lead her up the beach toward the street, wishing that every night could be as perfect as this one.