Chapter 14
14
I stretched out my legs and leaned back on my hands studying Marisol out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t quite figure her out. Last night she fell into my arms and then fell into my bed with absolutely no reservations. We’d taken and given to each other and not once did she protest. Then today she texted me and made this date, yet now she seemed tentative like maybe she’d made a mistake.
I unzipped the canvas cooler I kept in my saddlebag and pulled out two bottles of beer. I flipped both the caps and handed one to her. I wasn’t the guy who needed to get a girl drunk, but she looked like she needed this more than me.
She took the beer but didn’t drink it.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” She tipped the bottle to her lips and took a big swig then looked up at the sky. “Perfect day for the beach.”
“When I was in California I surfed all the time. You surf?”
“No. Never tried it.”
“Best feeling ever. Catching the perfect wave and riding it to the end. Nothing better.” I smirked at her. “Well, almost nothing better. ”
She motioned to me with the beer bottle. “Somehow I didn’t picture you as a surfer.”
“Started when I was a kid. I worked for a guy in this surf shop in Oceanside.”
“As a kid?”
“Twelve, or thirteen. Instead of getting paid the owner gave me my first board. Old as shit but that’s how I learned. Started hanging out on the beach. Good times.”
“So, you grew up in Oceanside?”
I huffed out a harsh laugh. “I grew up all over Cali.”
“Your family moved a lot?”
“Foster homes. They move you around a lot especially when you’re a wise ass kid who doesn’t know when to keep your mouth shut.”
“Oh.” Her face clouded over.
“Wasn’t that bad.”
Which was a huge fuckin’ lie, but I didn’t want her pity. Some of those group homes were about as bad as it could get. Daily fights with the bigger kids until I was the bigger kid. Many foster families took the kids in for the check, then used the kids as slaves. The system was so overworked no one ever found out about the abuse and neglect.
“I have a feeling you’re lying.” Her plump lips surrounded the beer bottle for another sip and my dick twitched. When she licked those same lips my dick pulsed against my zipper.
“Long time ago.” The last fuckin’ thing I wanted to think about or talk about were my years in the system. I’d put that shit behind me long ago and that’s where I wanted it to stay.
“So, hanging out on the beach, is that how you got with the Bastards?”
“I worked at this bar on the beach and one night the Bastards came in. All was quiet until a rival club showed up. One of their members started giving the female bartender a hard time. I stepped in, gave the fucker a beatdown, and kicked his ass to the curb.”
“Wow.”
“The president of the Bastards at the time liked the way I handled myself and recruited me as a prospect.”
“Recruited you? Sounds like the army.”
“I was seventeen and living in my tenth foster home so I jumped at the chance. Hung out with them the rest of the night and never went back.”
“You mean you never went back to the foster home? Didn’t someone come looking for you?”
“Ohhhh, babe, you really are naive. They didn’t give a shit about me and since I was usually in trouble and stirring shit up, I’m sure they were happy I never returned.”
“Sad. A system supposed to help children does just the opposite.”
“I’m sure there’s some great families out there, but unfortunately I never found them.”
“Then I’m glad you found the Bastards.”
“Only family I’ve ever known. Only family I want.” I finished off my beer and set the bottle aside. “Enough about me and the fucked up story of my life. Tell me something about you.”
She gripped the bottle with both hands, but stayed silent.
I shifted closer. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” The way she froze up made me wonder if her story was worse than mine. “As a matter of fact, we don’t have to do anymore talking at all.”
I cupped her cheek and crushed my lips to hers. The tang of beer on her lips and the salt air swirling around us made my dick even harder.
I let my hand slip down her neck and over her breast to the hem of her t-shirt. I pulled the thin material up breaking the kiss just long enough to yank it over her head.
“Fuck. That is sweet.” A black bikini top just barely covering her nipples greeted me and I actually licked my lips. “Now I wanna see the rest of it.”
She cocked her head at me.
“Give me a little show.”
I leaned away from her and she pushed herself up until she was standing in front of me. Like one of those pornos we watched at the clubhouse, I was between her legs looking up at her and fuck if she didn’t do her own bashful version of a striptease.
Her eyes never left mine as she slowly, very fuckin’ slowly undid the tab of her jean shorts. By the time she got to the zipper my tongue was hanging out of my mouth like a cartoon wolf. She anchored her thumbs on each side of the denim and inched the material down over her exquisite ass and hips until the shorts pooled around her feet.
As if that wasn’t enough, the bikini bottom was basically a thong with a tiny strip in the front and her ass cheeks on full display in the back. Not much more than the strippers wore at the club.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Of course, she didn’t and that’s what made me want to grab her and pound into her until neither one of us could breathe. “With moves like that you should be up on stage at The Tropics.”
She popped a hip and my blood burned hotter, but I wasn’t ready for this to end. “Get wet.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” The growl in my voice widened her eyes. “Go get wet and then come back here and suck my cock with your salty mouth.”
She bit her lower lip, then smiled. “You really are a bad boy, aren’t you. ”
“You have no fuckin’ idea, babe. Now, do as you’re told.”
Her dark eyes smoldered for a second before she turned toward the ocean. The rear view was almost better than the front and I had to hold back from jerking off right here, right now.
She dove into the calm water, then resurfaced like some erotic mermaid. Hair slicked back, her tawny skin shimmering with droplets of water as she made her way back to me.
She knelt in front of me on the blanket and nudged my shoulders back. I braced myself on my hands cause no fuckin’ way I was going to miss this show. She dipped her hand into the waist of my jeans, undid the button, then agonizingly slow pulled down the zipper.
She opened my jeans and smiled. “Love a man who goes commando. Makes it so much easier.”
Her comment set me back for a millisecond. I sure the fuck didn’t want to visualize her with other guys, but when she reached in and surrounded me with her delicate hand all those thoughts evaporated. She worked me with a few long strokes, then without warning she lowered her head and sucked me in with those pouty lips.
“Fuuuck!” My breathing caught and my hips jerked, but she kept the pace devouring every inch of me. Her tongue cushioning me while her lips pulled me deeper, harder. Just watching her suck me off was enough but combined with her wet body grinding over me and I was a goner.
After a few minutes of tantalizing torture, she popped me out of her mouth, and sat back on her haunches. She reached into her beach bag and pulled out a strip of condoms with a sly smile.
“I want you in me when you come.” She tore one off, opened it like a pro, then positioned it over my throbbing cock. Swear to fuck, she had me so revved up I almost came in her hand.
I leaned up and fisted her hair dragging her mouth to mine. The taste of my cock and saltwater made my head spin. I wanted every part of this woman and more.
She undid the strings of her thong and cast it aside, then she ground over my length until her juices covered the condom. I had to get in her and it had to be now.
I blindly reached for her hips, positioned her over me and slammed her down until she took every inch of me in her wet, tight pussy. She pulled out of the kiss, arched her back, then flung her top off like some rodeo cowgirl, placing her palms on my abs and riding me to fuckin’ glory. I forced my eyes to stay open cause this show was too good to miss. Her hair wet and tangled around her face, her tits bouncing while her body pulsed around me.
Yeah, fuckin’ amazing.
I pumped my hips from below and tried to hold back with every ounce of strength in me, but the torture was sweet agony. Our eyes met and I knew she was close. I inched my fingers between us my thumb easily finding her throbbing clit.
“More,” she moaned out.
“Not yet, babe.” I wanted to bring her right to the edge, wanted her to give it to her so good she’d remember who took her there.
Her moans came louder, deeper.
“Tell me what you want, babe?”
“I wanna come all over your dick.”
“Yeah, I want that too, but first you gotta work for it.” I slowed the pace of my thumb and she bucked harder against me. I was torturing both of us.
“You ready, babe?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
That was all I needed, or more like all I could stand. I pinched her clit between my forefinger and thumb then twisted. Her nails dug into my abs, her hips jerked pulling me in deeper and when she screamed out, I exploded inside her.
Two seconds later she collapsed against my chest and I held her tight to me as the glorious sun beat down on our naked bodies. In this moment, I wanted to possess every part of her and find out what made my mystery woman tick.