23
Maeve
I didn’t want to think anymore. I didn’t want to overthink. I didn’t want to “do the right thing.” I just wanted to do the thing that felt right. I wanted to actually live in the moment for myself. I often lived for others, putting everyone else in front of me. Tonight, I just wanted to do what was okay right now. I would deal with whatever happened after this when it happened, but right now, it needed to be for me.
I jumped up, and Christian’s strong arms immediately reached out and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around him. I let my hands explore his long blond hair as I pulled it out of its bun.
With my legs wrapped tightly against his waist, I started to grind against him, moving up and down, when I heard a guttural moan escape from his mouth.
“Keep doing that, and I am going to take my cock out and shove it in your pretty little pussy. You’ll be so full of it that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”
Oh fuck. I figured this man would have a dirty mouth, but how he spoke to me was erotic, carnal, and laced with unadulterated fervor.
“I want you to do all of that, Christian,” I murmured as our mouths devoured each other.
He lifted me over his shoulder, and I shouted against his back.
“Christian. What the actual—”
My toes hit the sand, and I felt the cool water against my feet.
“My jeans are getting wet,” I complained.
“Take them off.” I stared at him, my mouth hung ajar.
“You said you liked to be by the ocean, so let's go in it.”
“But it’s dark.”
“Live in the moment?” he asked. It was as if he could read my thoughts from earlier.
“Take them off for me.” The water was coming in quicker, so he hurried, pulling my pants off and throwing them to the dry sand. I stood in front of him in only a black lace thong. The only saving grace was knowing he saw me in less at the pool.
“Take off your shirt and let me see your perky tits. I know your nipples are so hard, just waiting for my mouth to suck them.” I quickly looked around. There were houses behind us. Granted, we were cloaked in the darkness, but anyone could walk by and see us.
“Christian, anyone could see us. We’re being reckless.”
Christian looked around and laughed. “Come on, firecracker. Show me what a good listener you are.”
I loved when a man praised me. When Tyler and I went to a few parties when we were dating, I was always intrigued with the way that some men and women used praise during sex. Tyler was always completely silent to the point I questioned if he even enjoyed what we were doing half the time.
Wait, I had to blink a few times. This was not the time to be thinking about him. This was about living in the moment.
I threw my shirt over to the dry sand too, leaving me in my matching lace bra. He leaned down toward me to kiss the part of my neck where my shoulder blades met the top of my clavicle.
“No.” I pushed him away and reached my hands behind me to unclasp the bra. Living for the moment, right?
Quickly, my bra came off, and I stood in the middle of a very public beach at night with the ocean at my toes.
“Take off your shirt, Christian.” That stupid smirk tugged at the ends of his lips.
“Yes, ma’am.” I don’t know why, but I shied away from him, almost turning away while he tugged his shirt off. I felt his rough finger on my chin as he turned my head so our eyes locked.
“Don’t be shy, firecracker. I like my women bossy in bed.” Immediately, I launched myself at him, and he caught me using a free hand to tug at my nipples.
“ Christian.” I moaned. He pulled off his pants with one hand, which was impressive enough as it was, then lifted us so we were a little deeper in the ocean.
“I’m so fucking horny. I don’t know how or if I can even stop myself.”
“Are you a little cock hungry slut for me, firecracker?”
I was very much grinding on his cock, with only the lace of my thong between us. I didn’t even need foreplay because right now, I dripped down my thighs, and it wasn’t just because I was knee-deep in the ocean.
“I love that anyone can watch as you grind your pretty pink pussy against me.”
“Touch me,” I all but begged him. His one hand held me up so I remained wrapped around his thick waist while the other slipped two fingers inside me. He quickly pushed my delicate underwear out of the way and used his thumb to rub tight circles around my clit as his fingers annihilated my soaking core.
“So slick, so fucking wet for me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, baby. I need you,” I begged him, arching my head back. He plunged his fingers inside me and began to thrust in and out.
“Tell me, firecracker. Tell me I’m the only person who has ever finger-fucked you in the ocean.” His voice groveled between grunts as his fingers continued to furiously fuck my wet pussy.
“The only one, baby.” My back arched as his hands plunged inside me, adding an extra finger and stretching me until I felt stuffed full and begged him for more.
“Such a needy girl,” he murmured. The waves gave us a gentle rocking motion, forcing his hands to hold me tightly under my thighs.
“Christian, I need you to fuck me.” I stared him right in the eyes as I attempted to maintain an essence of seriousness, but I was desperate.
“Not here, firecracker.” But that didn’t stop the assault on my clit as he kept fingering me. My mouth was immediately on his as I opened my lips, letting his tongue slide in.
In an instant, there was a light shining in our direction.
“Hey. Who’s out there? It isn’t safe in the ocean at night.” We both started laughing like two school kids who had just gotten caught making out under the bleachers.
Christian slipped his hands out of me and started to jog out of the water with me wrapped around him, over to the shore where we had thrown our clothes. He quickly dropped me on the sand, where my hand accidentally brushed up against his thick, throbbing cock.
I feigned a shocked expression, and he laughed, making the quiet night come to life with his sounds.
“You are going to laugh.” We stood soaking wet with sticky sand all over us, and I was naked aside from my crumpled thong that barely held me.
“Why?”
Christian held up our clothes, which were now soaked.
“Noooo.” But I wasn’t mad. I just started to laugh. For a moment, I could see that Christian hesitated to see whether I would be upset, but this would be a core memory for me. The entire night was so unexpected but felt so…freeing and right.
“Throw your shirt on at least, and I'll run us to our car.” My shirt was oversized enough that it probably would have covered me and looked like a mini dress. Christian stuffed himself into his boxer briefs and threw on his wet shirt.
“Hop up, firecracker.” He bent over and light illuminated from my eyes.
“A piggyback ride?”
“Hell yeah.”
“You are ridiculous ba—” I shut my mouth really quickly. He paused for a moment, still hunched over.
“Say it,” he encouraged.
“No.” I was being stubborn. Plus, I was caught up in the moment in the ocean, but right now, I was returning from the high of connecting on a more intimate level.
“Say it.” He straightened and furled his upper lip while crossing the distance between us. I was in my soaking wet shirt, and yet again, time stood completely still.
“What if I don’t want to?” In an instant, with one very strong hand, Christian turned me around and threw my arms down onto the sand so I was bent in half with my ass in his face.
One…two…three and slap. I yelped and jumped, not expecting that to happen, but not complaining that it did.
He quickly lifted me and turned me back around so I faced him while he restedhis hand, rubbing gently on the spot he had just slapped.
“Don’t make me punish you again, firecracker. Say it.”
“Fine… baby, ” he growled and pulled a stray baby hair off my forehead while pressing a kiss there.
“ Good girl ,” he murmured in a low gravelly tone. “Now, come on.” He took hold of my hand, and together we gathered our scattered clothes, sprinting toward where we had parked the car, conveniently situated along the bustling main road.
Thankfully, the hour had grown late, and the streets were sparsely populated. With unrestrained joy, we ran bare-legged, barefoot, and drenched, unable to contain our laughter.
"Christian," I exclaimed through giggles.
"Keep going, faster!" Christian encouraged, urgency lacing his words as a few pedestrians appeared ahead of us.
Finally, we reached the car unscathed, and he swiftly opened the passenger door for me, inviting me in with a mischievous grin.
He hopped into the other side, and I leaned over the center console, wrapping my arms around his neck.
No thinking, Maeve , I told myself before I grabbed the lobe of his ear and tugged. I proceeded to lick the entire length of his ear as he pushed the button to start the car.
“Firecracker. I won't be able to drive home with you over here. We gotta get home because your parents are there.” I plopped quickly back on my seat, but Christian’s thick hand rested on my thigh. His hands were so big they fit over my entire width. He pulled out of the parking spot and gave me a quick squeeze.
We drove a few minutes in silence before I rested my hand upon his. It paled compared to his.
“Christian?” I finally had the courage to ask. Blame my thoughts that never stopped swirling…unless I was being finger fucked in an ocean by my very own Viking.
“Hmm?”
“What does this mean?” I laced my fingers in his, and he opened, letting me in. As usual, they were a perfect fit.
“Honestly, I have no idea, Maeve.” He called me by my first name, which I knew meant business.
“Me either,” I confessed. “You are still my fake boyfriend that I moved in with.” I offered a slight smile but looked over and noticed Christian’s eyebrows were furrowed. He looked like he was going through something in his head, and I needed to pull him out.
I knew what it felt like to be completely lost in your own mind not knowing what to say next. Like there is a certain expectation for you to say something in conversation, it’s a natural pause for you to speak, but somehow the words escape you. I recognized this look on Christian right now. So instead of letting him fester in his own anxiety, I decided to change the subject to something I knew would immediately pull him out of his own mind.
I pulled my hand off his and reached over to his thigh, running my hands over his legs underneath his wet boxer briefs.
“Mmm. Careful now, I’m driving.” His cock got harder with every touch of my skin on his. I grazed over his shaft, and I wrapped my hand around him. He was so girthy I couldn’t fit a full hand over him, but I tried getting comfortable, moving up and down, and his entire body reacted to my touch.
“You are so big,” I gasped as I pumped him up and down and watched as he down-shifted his Porsche and entered our neighborhood.
“So greedy for my cock.” He pulled into the driveway, and the moment the car was in park, I jumped over to the driver’s side and smushed myself between the steering wheel and his steel wall of a chest.
My mouth dropped to his, and I furiously started kissing him while my other hand kept pumping his cock.
He reached under my shirt, where he grabbed my nipple in his fingers and rolled it, pinching me in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“My…parents…are,” I managed to get out breathlessly.
“Shit. Firecracker. I’m going to need you to get off me and get out of the car because I cannot go inside to see your parents right now.” I pouted.
“Stop. I’m serious.” That only made me burst out in a fit of giggles.
“Okay, okay. I’m getting off.” I pulled open his car door and gave my ass a little jiggle before I heard him groan from the car as I ran to the house and opened the door.
“Hey, sweetie.” My mom was grabbing her purse, and my dad was getting ready to follow her.
“Did you have a good time?” my mom asked. I nodded and thanked her for staying while thinking of Christian.
“Where is the man of the hour?” my dad questioned.
“Sorry, sir. Right here.” Both of them stood in place in stunned silence, looking back and forth between us.
“Do we even want to ask?” my mom finally said, and I looked between us, realizing I was half naked still in a wet shirt while Christian was sporting a wet shirt, dripping hair, and a still quite obvious half-chub.
“Nah. Better you don’t.” I thanked my mom and walked them to the front door. Before they walked out, my mom looked back.
“He’s a good man, Maeve.” I gave her a soft smile.
“I know, Mom.” Christian waved at them over my shoulders, and when we shut the door, I leaned back on it, facing the room where Christian stood at the other end.
“Stop thinking, Maeve,” I whispered to myself.
I started to saunter toward Christian.
“Did I tell you that I used to go to kink parties?” Purposely omitting the ex-husband portion.
Christian leaned against his kitchen island. Wait, I guess our kitchen island at least for the next six months.
He turned his chin in question. Unlike earlier, his face didn’t have that same look on it right now.
I stopped sauntering, feeling dumb, and just walked toward him.
“Wanna finish what we started earlier?” I asked as I got closer to him.
“Maeve,” he warned, and when I got closer to him, he looked me up and down with a pained expression. He pushed me away, and the clouded enemy that once was, happened to be back. His eyes now dark and clouded with hatred.
“What happened?” I asked quietly, feeling horribly rejected. The thoughts now swirling in my head. Everything that Tyler used to call me and still does about how I am worthless, never good enough, no one will ever want me rushing back into my mind.
“Christian?” I asked again when he didn’t respond to me.
“Maeve. I think we just need to stick with being friends. We are blurring the line—”
“The line has been blurred. You are a fucking asshole,” I spat at him.
“Maeve, it's not that. I swear. I just think that coming home made me realize that there are a lot more people than us involved.”
“Oh, and let me guess. You don’t want to break my heart.” He ran his hands through his long blond hair. “Fuck you. You don’t get to decide how I feel about this situation.”
I didn’t let him speak but watched as he retreated into the corner of the room. The shadowed man cloaked by darkness where he was comfortable.
“Seriously, fuck you.”
I turned to walk away and headed upstairs.
“I will not allow him the power over my thoughts.” I repeated my affirmations. The same ones I tell the girls every morning.
“I am beautiful.”
“I am strong.”
“I am a badass.” Yes, I even taught my girls to be strong women. I threw off my wet shirt and jumped into a hot shower. I stayed in there for longer than usual, trying to calm down and process what I had just felt. He was purposely pushing me away.
A while passed when I realized that Christian had come in and grabbed a few things from his side of the sink. I quickly jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me before he could turn around.
“Are you fucking leaving?” I watched as he threw a toothbrush in an overnight bag. “You have to be kidding me.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Oh no. It is exactly how it looks.” I was furious. No, that was not a strong enough word to describe the anger coursing through my veins.
“You were right, Christian. You are a fucking piece of shit.”
“Maeve, I need to go—” I interrupted him, not letting him finish his sentence.
“Go fuck another woman. I’m not good enough. I get it.” I am seething. Rage spilling from my mouth, I turned around and opened my door, and right before I decided to slam it, I looked back at him. My voice cracked, tears now pouring down.
“I’m sorry I dragged you into all of this.” I walked through the door to my room, slammed it in his face, and locked it so he couldn't come in. I sank to the floor and buried my head in my knees.
I looked outside one of my windows and watched as Christian grabbed his bag and headed out. I peeled back and realized this was why we would never be. I needed stability. I needed the trust and comfort of a partner in my life.
I lay down in bed before checking in on the girls and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
I was just about to sleep when I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly ran downstairs and grabbed the baseball bat that I had stuffed behind my bed in case it was an intruder.
I looked into the peephole to see Julian standing on the other side of the door. I was pissed now. The only reason Julian was coming over was to make up some sorry fucking excuse for Christian’s behavior, and I wasn’t interested in hearing it.
I whipped open the door and stared at him.
“What?” I cocked my head to the side, and he simply pushed past me and into the house, gently closing the door behind me.
“What are you doing here? Tatum sent you?” He was cracking his knuckles now and looked so unsure of what to say to my partial outburst.
“Christian called. He told me what happened and wanted me to come make sure you were okay.” I tried my best to give him the most “I’m so chill” face, but I knew that the anger was visibly coursing through me.
“I’m fine. Quite frankly, I haven't needed anyone to take care of me for quite some time. I do not need someone to start now.” I’m a liar. It is scary being here alone.
“Listen, Maeve, it really isn’t my place to say—”
“Then don’t say it.” I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the kitchen where I got myself a glass of water to calm my very strong feelings.
“He isn’t doing what you think he is. I really shouldn’t say anything, but I promise it's not what you’re thinking.”
I banged my cup on the counter, watching small fractures crack through the glass.
“Listen, Julian. I appreciate you coming over. You and I have always had a nice friendship, but don’t come over giving me whatever sob story Christian told you.” My fists clenched. “What did Christian tell you anyway?” Ignoring what I had just said because curiosity clearly got the best of me.
“He didn’t—” It was a rhetorical question, so I quickly interrupted him.
“He brought me to a beach, he opened up to me about his family, he kissed me. Let me say it again, he fucking kissed me and then proceeded to finger fuck me in the ocean because it is something that I told him I wished I had done.” Julian winced. This was clearly not the conversation he thought would happen when he came over.
“I am fine. Go tell your friend that I am fucking fine,” I spat and looked behind Julian, where I knew Christian had a camera, and gave it the middle finger. “Tell Tatum to come over tomorrow while you're at it.”
Julian Marchetti rarely ever has any sort of emotion on his face, but I could tell this conversation rattled him.
“Oh, okay. I’m glad you’re okay.” He walked toward the door and took a step outside. “Please close and lock it behind me.” I nodded. No other words were left to be said.
“Maeve.” He looked back at me once more. “I’ve never seen him this distraught before, at least not since the night I found him drunk in a bar out here.”