38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Addie
T he ocean laps at our ankles from where we walk. We spent the entire day running around the coasts of Oahu. Warmth fills me, mostly from the sun that is slowly starting to set. The wind blows by, and I catch a whiff of hibiscus flower. If I could bottle the smell of the breeze here and turn it into a candle, I would. Every other Hawaiian candle I own doesn’t do it justice.
With the sun beginning to set, Sam and I find our place on a quiet spot on the beach. Leaning back in between Sam’s legs, I snuggle in closer. Watching the waves roll in over the rocks, I feel myself getting more and more relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I felt this free.
Someone must want to do things other than relax because I feel hands start to roam around my torso, lighting a little fire in my core. His fingers lightly drift lower and brush over the seam where my thigh meets my hips. I want to turn into him to get some friction. His soft chuckle rumbles behind me. I’m glad he’s enjoying driving me mad.
I turn to straddle him instead. If he’s going to play dirty, I want a fair playing field. To the innocent eye, we just look like an in-love couple, but the way my hips grind against him as I settle in and get comfortable makes us both have to bite back small moans.
“How do you feel about getting out of here?” I whisper into Sam’s ear. He shudders slightly at the feel of my breath on his neck.
“Like I’ve been waiting all day to get you naked.”
I smile as his hand finds mine. “I was wearing a bikini the majority of the day.”
“Still too many clothes. If those tits aren’t bare and in my face, there’s still too much.” He play bites at the top of my breast and I hop off him so fast. Turns out, I’m just as hungry for him.
We get back to the hotel and my sandals struggle to stay on my feet as I get dragged down hallways, smiling sheepishly at those who pass. We find the closest elevator and Sam hits the button one-hundred times, like that will help. His hand wraps around my waist and it doesn’t take long for it to start to wander. His touch sets me aflame, and I find myself hitting the up arrow a million times, as well.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Sam grabs my hand and hits the button to close it. The door no more than closes and his body is on mine.
“Fuck. You in this dress, it’s been killing me all damn day.”
My hands can’t help themselves and begin to wander, too. My palm grazes the front of his pants and his hips buck up. His hand encloses over mine. I have half a mind to be mindful of potential cameras, but honestly, fuck it. The benefits of having a flowy and beachy dress to hide where his hands are.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants.”
“So?” My smile must have devilish intentions written all over it.
“Playing dirty tonight, huh? You know I like playing dirty with you.” If it was possible to come off words alone, this man can do it. It’s not even what he says, it’s how he says it. “This little slit up your thigh has been making me insane, but it does have good uses.” His hands slide into the slit, where he grips behind my knee and pulls my leg around his hip.
My eyes close as his lips brush against my neck, and goosebumps break out across my body. Fucking finally. His knuckle grazes across my swimsuit, just enough to add some pressure to my clit.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.” My eyes fly open because I know that voice and that voice was not with us when we got in the elevator. “Seriously? What is it with you boys and public spaces? The room is literally seconds away.”
My head whips around, and there stands Liv, with her hands covering her eyes. My leg slowly drops from Sam’s hip, and I quickly put some distance between us with a baby shove to his chest. Which has him bouncing off the side wall.
Sorry , I mouth to him as he gets his footing. He shoots me a look best described as what the fuck?
“Is it safe? Are everyone’s baby-making parts and boobs covered?” She peeks through her fingers and drops her hands to her side when she realizes we are no longer intertwined.
Words don’t fail me often, but I open my mouth and try to speak, and nothing. Liv aggressively pushes the elevator button.
Awkward silence fills the air as we ride up to Liv’s floor. Thank God she is a floor beneath us and will be the first one off.
“Well, this was fun. I will send you my therapy bill when we get back.” She steps off the elevator and heads down the hall, but not before yelling loud enough for the whole floor to hear: “Wrap it before you tap it! No fucking in the elevator.”
Sam and I look at each other the second the doors close and bust out in laughter.
“She was really dramatic. We weren’t even naked.” Words finally find me, about a minute too late.
The elevator door pops back open at our floor, and Sam gives my ass a nice little slap as I walk into the hall down to our room. I whip my head back around to scold him, but the blush on his cheeks and his boyish grin stop me. If slapping my ass anytime I’m in front of him makes him happy, then who am I to rain on his parade?
The walk down the brisk hallway goes quick, mostly due to Sam crowding me in an attempt to make a mad dash to the door. I can’t complain because I am a little desperate for some alone time, too. This whole relationship with him is completely out of my realm of normal. Everyone else has annoyed the shit out of me, but Sam, I can’t get enough of. He’s addicting and it’s a little annoying.
Sam scans the door key and has us in the room and against the wall in what feels like the blink of an eye. The cold wall presses against my bare shoulders, killing off some of the heat radiating from my body. Never did I think a dress would be too many clothes, but since it is the only thing between Sam and I right now, it has to go.
“Sam, I love you, but if you don’t get me naked right now, I will literally die.”
His nose brushes against the column of my neck. His laugh makes the sensation stronger, not helping the desperate feeling burning inside me.
“You think it’s fun to tease me?” Pushing against his chest, I force us closer to the bed. “Two can play at that game.” Lucky for me, he left bits of random clothing everywhere when he was digging for his swim trunks earlier, and I spot just the thing, “I need to borrow this. Hope you don’t mind.” I grab his tie that’s meant for a fancy date night and force him down to the bed. “Scoot up.”
“Feeling bossy?” He smirks. Oh, how I can’t wait to make this man fucking beg for it.
Grabbing his wrist, I tie his hands to the top of the metal frame.
“Um, care to fill me in on what you’re doing here? Not that I’m protesting.”
“You want to play the teasing game? I’m just giving you a dose of your own medicine.”
I probably should have paid more attention in Girl Scouts because this knot is atrocious. I test it a couple times to make sure it’ll stick. Good. A nervous flutter echoes through me because I’ve never done anything like this before. Okay, that’s a lie. I love being in control, but this is a bit further than I’ve taken it with anyone else.
Something about this man brings out pieces of myself I had forgotten. Like that I’m a bad bitch who can tie her man to the bed for teasing her. I like the way I feel when I’m with him and the way that I feel like a whole person, not because he completes me, but because he lets the best parts of me shine. The sassy, the sweet, and the slightly crazy.
“If I say I’m sorry, will you let me touch you?” He pulls on his wrist bandage.
“Absolutely not.” I pull my dress over my head and move to unclasp my bra. His eyes widen and fill with desire.
I make a show of undressing myself, every pull against his tied-up wrist fueling my fire even more. Did I imagine myself giving my boyfriend a striptease before bed? No. Am I loving every second of it? Yes.
His hands tug again when I position myself over him. “Say you’re sorry for teasing me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.”
My kiss starts at his neck and works its way down. Sam’s breathing quickens, and this man might hyperventilate before I even touch his cock. Am I an awful person for liking that thought?
My kiss ends at his hip bone. His hips jerk and buck, but he has nowhere to go. “Please, Addie.”
“Being teased is the worst, isn’t it?” I grin up at him and his eyebrows furrow together.
I begin to kiss over his hip bones and make my way down, lightly planting soft pecks along his cock. Just enough pressure for him to know I am there.
“Fuck, Addie.” He says my name like it’s a plea for help and that breaks my resolve.
My mouth melts over his cock. His answering groan makes my core clench. I need to stay strong and remind this sucker who’s the one in charge. I guess, right now, I’m the sucker, considering where my mouth is. But I digress.
I go to work, making him squirm. I can hear how hard he is pulling, but get lost in the moment, enjoying every second if it. Wanting some of this for myself, I crawl up, and the look in his eyes alone could make me fall apart. I drag my pussy across the crown of him, over and over. At this point, I think I’m teasing myself a little, too.
I close my eyes, savoring the sensation. But the sound of a loud rip makes my eyes fly open. Just in time to feel strong hands along my sides. He has me flipped to my back in seconds. He drags himself through my center, and the sound that comes out of my mouth can’t be human. He must love it because he buries himself seconds later.
“Fuck. Yes,” he mutters with eyes closed. His forehead is painted with a slight sheen from all the stress I just put him through. Poor guy. “I promise to never tease you again. But we can try that tying up thing again. I’d recommend a stronger tie.”
My laugh is muted by his lips. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head. Fuck, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do. His hips crash into mine, filling me full and hitting all the right places. With my hands wrapped in his, our foreheads touch and our heavy breathing mingles together.
“I’m not going to last long. I need you to come for me, baby.”
It takes no more than his call to action for my body to answer, and it slinks through me. My grip tightens on Sams hands. Following quickly behind me, Sam’s eyes lock on mine as he falls over the edge. Damn, he’s hot like this. Completely undone for me.
He stays there for a second, catching his breath, before planting a quick peck on my cheek. He rolls off and onto his side of the bed.
“You know what sounds really good right now?” he says.
“Hm?” I roll to my side to face him.
“Shave ice. That was so hot that I need to cool down.”
I slap his arm as I laugh and get up to make my way to the bathroom. “Well, come clean off with me, and we can get some shaved ice.”
“No promises anything clean is going to happen in that shower.” He pops out of bed like a man on a mission. I’d doubt his ability to be able to go again that quick, but judging by his half-staff appendage, he’s ready.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, shortcake.”