Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Jenna
He fumbles with my shirt like an inexperienced teenage boy. It makes me laugh and feel young again. When was the last time I did anything remotely reckless like this?
Never.
Public sex is not something I’ve ever considered. It’s so outside of my comfort zone that I shocked myself when I suggested it. To be fair, I really didn’t think he’d beat me. But a beat is a beat, and here I am sitting on his lap with my knees in the sand while I straddle him.
Talk about a turn of events that would make Kelly so proud.
“No bra. Naughty.” Troy lowers his mouth to one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth.
“When you’re the captain of the itty bitty titty committee, what’s the point?” I gasp out the words as he pinches the other nipple.
“A mouthful is all I need. Besides what God might have skimped here, but he blessed you with this ass.” He moves both his hands down and squeezes my cheeks roughly as he switches nipples to give the other the same treatment.
“You’ve noticed.” I run my fingers through his thick dark hair as his tongue licks, then bites my sensitive bud, making me moan.
“Fuck yeah, I noticed.” He draws his hands slowly to the front of my jeans and pops open the button while he looks at me.
When I don’t protest, he lowers the zipper and carefully wiggles his hand inside my panties to find me soaking wet.
“Fuck, you’re drenched. Tell me I can take these off you. I’ve been dreaming of you riding my face for weeks.” I mean, how in the hell is a girl supposed to say no to that?
I nod enthusiastically as I help him peel the jeans off my long legs, leaving me just in panties. When I go to take them off, he stops me with a hand on my hip.
“Keeping those on.” At my confused look, he chuckles.
“It’s the difference between indecent exposure and public nudity. Should we get caught, I don’t want you to lose your nursing license because of a felony.” The fact that he’s thinking of protecting my career while still trying to fuck me is a little overwhelming.
This is more than a fun roll in the sand for him.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He cups my face in his hands and stares into my eyes.
“I matter to you.” He takes my statement as a question and nods.
“Of course you do.” I don’t see a flicker of doubt or indecision in his brown eyes as he looks at me like I’m his fucking world.
“Why?” I never mattered to anyone in my life.
“Jenna, what kind of question is that?” He frowns and rubs my cheek with his thumb. It comes away wet from a tear I hadn’t noticed I shed.
“A real one. Why do I matter to you?” I’m not sure why, of all times, I’m pressing this now, but I need to hear his answer more than my next breath.
“Because I want more than one night with you, and that is something that I’ve never felt.
I wake up, and the first thing I think about is you.
You’re my last thought of the day and most of the night; when I do dream, it’s of you.
I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He shakes his head, looking away for the first time in minutes before meeting my eyes again, filled with a certainty I’ve never seen before.
“I’ve never been in love, but I think that’s what this feeling is. My world starts and ends with you. Why the hell else would I subject you to my family?” He burst the romantic moment with that outburst, causing us both to laugh.
“I’m not asking for forever yet. Just now. Be here with me and forget everything else for a while.” His thumb runs under my lip as he closes the distance between us, nipping it with his teeth.
“Now get up here. These aren’t the lips I want to kiss right now.” He scoots down, jostling me around until his face is under my ass.
I grab the rocks on either side of us that hide us from the world around us for leverage and balance.
I watch as his hand reaches up and shifts my panties to the side, and then his fingers play in my wetness as he licks his lips. When his hands go to my hips and gently pull me down, I gasp.
“Stop hovering,” he growls in hunger as he reaches up to lick me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as I finally stop resisting and lower myself onto his face.
If he dies of suffocation, I know CPR, fuck it.
Drowning might be the actual problem. The tide is coming in, and if he doesn’t slow down the way he’s attacking my clit I’ll be his cause of death way before the ocean. My hips rock to increase the pressure, and he adds a finger, then two, hitting that glorious spot inside that makes my toes curl.
Lightning spreads through my veins as an orgasm rips through me, and I reach down, fist-fighting his hair, trying to keep his mouth exactly where I want it.
“DON’T STOP!” I scream as the crest hits, and I sway onto him.
I tumble to the side, leaning on the rocks as his body moves. My eyes are barely open from the endorphins coursing through my system. He did all that without taking my panties off?
Dangerous.
“Jenna, open your eyes, babe.” I try blinking several times, but everything is foggy.
I hear the rip of a wrapper, and then Troy is lifting me onto his lap again. I feel the press of his cock at my entrance, but he doesn’t force himself in. He rubs my back and kisses my neck until my senses reload, and I can see him clearly.
“I want inside you so fucking bad, but if you want me to take you home right now, I will.” I shake my head, not having found my tongue yet.
Instead, I slowly lower myself on him, grabbing his shoulders as I roll my hips.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.” I add more force and arch my back to take all of him.
“Fuck,” my voice trembles out as he fills me to the brim.
“Just a little more.” My eyes widen.
“MORE?” He smirks and leans back, making me fall forward.
Another inch or so slips inside, butting his head firmly against my cervix.
“Now you have all of me.” I gulp in a breath and swirl my hips.
“There is a lot of you.” He chuckles at me and grips my hips.
“Take your time. This is your rodeo.” His hips push up, kick-starting mine, and I lift up before dropping down hard.
Troy hisses, so I do it again. And again. I vary the rhythm until I find the one that has my pussy screaming for more. By the way, his hands clutch me, and his teeth find my neck, it’s working for him, too.
“Jenna, slow down,” he begs, not wanting it to be over.
“Wait, I think,” he tries to speak, but he’s fucking up my concentration, so I kiss him as I push him deeper and grind my clit on his pelvis.
He growls, taking over the kiss, and his hands grab onto my hips to move me on and off his cock roughly, exactly as I was craving.
“Fuck, gonna cum.” I nod right there with him and bear down so he’s deep when my core starts to spasm.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Troy chants as I cum on him hard.
“Fuck, Jenna!” He heaves as I feel him follow me over the edge and throb inside of me.
“Babe, Christ. I, fuck.” He pulls me up off him slowly and frowns at what he sees.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, thinking he hurt me, or I started my period, or something.
“I felt something rip and thought the condom might have broken. I tried to stop you, but –“ That’s when I feel it.
The extra wetness that is dripping from me.
OH FUCK.