13. Willa
Chapter thirteen
Willa
M y movements grow more frantic, and I moan, soft and long as I chase another orgasm. Unable to hold back, Nick thrusts upwards, coordinating his movements with mine. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me as I quiver and quake around him.
"You're in so deep," I whimper. The way that Nick feels inside me, stretching me and caressing me, is unrivaled. I’d forgotten how good sex can be.
Of course, it might be that sex has simply never been this good before.
My breathing evolves into quiet gasps as I rise up and then drop back down on his cock.
When I lean forward, it provides the needed friction on my swollen clit.
It all feels fucking delicious. My back arches and my pelvic muscles tighten and coil, gripping his dick as my mind splinters and I catapult into the abyss, an intense, burning wave of pleasure rolling through me.
"Please, Nick. Come with me," I beg almost incoherently as the shudders continue working through my body, my core clenching and pulsing around him.
With savage satisfaction, I watch, and feel, him come undone beneath me as he finds his release. His grip tightens on my skin, holding me still. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he groans out an expletive and grinds into me one final time.
When his eyes open and his hands relax their grip, I slump down onto the bed beside him.
“Fuck, Willa.” Nick runs his hand through his hair, mussing it, as he grins at me. “That was—,” he lets out a whoosh of air. “That was bloody amazing.”
I nod my agreement, unable to string together a coherent verbal response.
As Nick pads into the bathroom, I pull the sheets up to cover my body, as doubts start creeping into my mind.
It’s been so long since I've shared any genuine intimacy with a man, much less one I wasn't dating. I’m not quite sure what comes next. Will Nick leave and go to his room? Will he call me tomorrow? Was this just a one-time thing?
Or is he planning to stay the night with me? It feels presumptuous to ask, lest he think I want him to stay. Which, of course, I do, but that’s beside the point.
I remain quiet and decide to follow his lead.
To my surprise, he immediately returns with a damp washcloth in his hand. He tugs the bedcovers down and gently pries my legs apart, before tenderly cleaning me. When he finishes, he tosses the dirty cloth into the bathroom.
The whole time, I’ve kept quiet as my brain short circuits.
No one has ever treated me this way, like I'm a priceless work of art emblazoned with the words handle with care . I’m no expert on what the normal behavior is following sex that occurs outside of a monogamous relationship, but this doesn’t seem typical.
Not that I’m complaining. I’m just confused. And overthinking things.
Per usual .
When Nick returns, he grabs his boxer briefs from the trail of discarded clothing we left and pulls them up his legs.
My heart lurches. He’s getting dressed to leave. Disappointment fills me as tears sting my eyelids. I blink them back, desperate to play it cool.
But then Nick slips into bed, arranging the comforter over our bodies. He loops his arm around me, and tugs me closer, until my cheek is pressed into his chest.
Then, Nick casually inquires, “What do we have planned for tomorrow?”
The breath that I’d been holding releases and a surge of peace flows through me as I answer him.
A few minutes later, I prop my head up on my hand. “I'm curious. Earlier today, you mentioned the green, yellow, red thing.” My lips twist to the side in a moment of hesitation before I ask my question. “Was that a joke? Or is that something you’ve done before?”
“I'm not into the Fifty Shades of Grey stuff.” The corner of his mouth quirks. "But I do enjoy dabbling in certain aspects of it."
I roll my lips between my teeth. “What does that look like?”
“Using restraints. Edging. Blindfolds." With each word Nick speaks, my mouth gets drier and drier. And another part of my anatomy gets wetter and wetter. "Spanking. Choosing how I pleasure my partner. Taking control.”
I squint. “So, it’s a control thing for you?”
His chest vibrates as he chuckles. “Yeah, it is.” He gazes down at me. “You aren’t the only one who’s been to therapy. My need to exert control stems from being unable to control my destiny, the family I was born in, the life I live that I will never fully escape.”
Every time he makes a cryptic comment about his family or his life, I want to pry. But I won't. Not yet anyway.
“But you let me take control tonight.”
“For you, yes, I did because it isn't only about control. It's also about trust."
Following that first night that Nick and I had sex, things progressed between us quickly. Nick is a skilled and passionate lover, domineering and possessive yet so generous in bed. Nick has helped me tap into a vital part of myself that I ignored for the past two years.
It's ironic. I took my sabbatical from my acting career to travel the world and find myself. Yet I feel the most in touch with my inner self when I'm with a man I've only known for two weeks.
A man who is still a bit enigmatic.
I like every part of him that he allows me to see, and I hope one day he'll share with me the parts of himself he keeps hidden.
I tug on my oversized sun hat, making sure it’s tightly fitted on my head. I don't want it to fly off in the wind. Between my hat and sunglasses and my now brown hair, I hope I won’t be recognized because Nick, Bruno, and I are heading out to enjoy an afternoon of sun, sand, and surf on the beach.
I hold Bruno’s leash while Nick carries everything else. I offered to help but he insisted. Who am I to get in the way of his chivalry? But I chuckle when I hear Nick mutter an expletive when he drops one of our towels.
“Sure you don’t need help? ”
“Nope, I’ve got this,” he responds, as he awkwardly balances our stack of towels, my beach bag, a cooler of food and drinks, and the rented oversized sun umbrella.
Gesturing to an open spot near the walkway that connects the resort to the private beach, I motion, “We can set up here.”
But Nick, stubborn man that he is, shakes his head. “Let’s go further down. Away from the resort guests.”
So, we continue traipsing farther down the beach until Nick finds a spot that’s secluded enough for his liking.
After we set up our umbrella and lay out our towels, I remove Bruno’s leash.
Nick tells him to stay, but Bruno doesn’t listen.
He prances happily behind me as I jog toward the crashing waves.
I run to the water’s edge before stopping. I kick my foot through the water, splashing Nick.
“Wilhemina,” Nick chides as he circles me like I’m his prey. God, I probably am. Between the two of us, he’s obviously the apex predator.
Feeling brave, I splash him again, hitting my target—his bare stomach. His abdominal muscles clench on contact.
“Shite, that water is frigid!"
I laugh and agree.
He surges forward, grabbing me around the waist and pulling my body to his. Wearing only a small bikini, I relish the feeling of his sun-heated skin on mine. He picks me up, holding me above the water.
“No, no! Nick, no!” I squeal.
“Oh, yes, Willa, yes,” he teases, his eyes alight with mischief as he wades out further and further from the shore.
I flail and scream as he slings me through the air and into the water. I come up sputtering to the sounds of Nick’s laughter.
“Nicholas! You are going to pay for that!” I warn as I charge at him like a bull at a matador.
But he doesn’t attempt to escape my wrath. He quickly walks toward me, jumping the waves as they come, pointing at my chest.
I look down just as he reaches me. And I'm horrified to see that one of my boobs has popped out of my bathing suit.
“Here, let me help with that,” he offers gallantly, as he slides my breast back into the cup of my bikini top. Using the back of his knuckles, he gently rubs them over my hardened nipple. His lips twitch. “I feel like I should apologize. I didn’t realize that would happen, but…”
“But what?” I push sassily, my hands perched on my hips, still annoyed that he threw me in the water. I’m hit by an incoming wave, and I stumble forward, falling into Nick.
“But I did enjoy the view.” He slips an arm around my waist before letting his hand drift from my lower back onto my ass.
“Just so long as you’re the only one who enjoyed it,” I grumble.
He leans down and kisses me. “Why do you think I wanted to make sure that we set up our towels far away from everyone else?” He presses another kiss onto my lips and then murmurs, “Given how sexy you look in that swimsuit, I knew there was no way I’d be able to keep my hands to myself all day.”
His words set me ablaze, lit from within.
I lick my lips and stare up at him. As he tugs me even closer, I feel his erection push into my stomach. His hand squeezes the globe of my ass, eliciting a little whimper from me.
A woman’s happy shriek pierces the air, reminding me that we aren’t alone.
With a deep breath, I take a step back. Nick releases his hold and drops into the water to cool off. But the looks he continues to shoot in my direction are anything but cool. He’s hot and bothered.
I love it. I love that I turn him on. It makes me feel desired and powerful .
After playing around in the waves for a bit, we trudge back to our towels. Sweet Bruno doesn’t care for the water—he barks at the waves when the tide comes in—so he returned to our towels when Nick and I stayed in the water.
Pulling off my droopy, wet hat, I put it on the sand to dry out and shake out my hair.
When I lie down on my towel, Nick stands to adjust the umbrella so that I’m out of the sun. With my fair skin, I can still burn, even with the copious amount of sunscreen that Nick slathered on me earlier.
When he plops down next to me, I thank him.
With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he responds, “I didn’t adjust the umbrella for the sole purpose of keeping you out of the sun’s rays. I also wanted to keep you out of the prying eyes of the other beachgoers. We can have more fun if no one can see us.”
My throat goes dry, and I swallow roughly as all sorts of naughty thoughts enter my mind.
“Truth or dare, Willa?”
I pop my head up and raise a brow. “What I told you the first night still stands. You won’t get me naked that easily.”
Not because I don’t want to get naked with him, but because I don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure.
“You didn’t answer the question, darling.”
“Fine.” I watch him critically, assessing his intentions. He may not plan on getting me naked, but I see the lust swirling behind his eyes. And I feel the throbbing pulse between my legs. Finally, in a moment of bravery—or quite possibly, stupidity—I murmur, “Dare.”
With a voice, so smooth and warm, he purrs, “I dare you to let me get you off. Right here, right now.”
My eyes flare and I glance around. Nick did an excellent job of positioning the umbrella so no one can see us.
He rolls toward me, lying on his side. His fingers dance down my body, tracing along the inside of my thighs, torturing me. Nick’s featherlight touch causes my breath to shudder as I’m filled with an intense yearning. My legs fall open on their own accord.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, his lips vibrating against my neck. He places open-mouthed kisses along my jawbone, licking and caressing the sensitive spot below my ear. “I need you to promise to be quiet. Can you do that?”
I nod, my movements short and hasty. "I promise. I'll be quiet."
“I knew you could. You’re my good girl,” he coos. And I preen under his praise.
Then he slips his hand under my bikini bottom and time stands still. Everything stops. My breathing. My brain. Everything. All I can concentrate on is the feeling of Nick’s hand.
“You’re so wet already,” he whispers against my skin as his fingers stroke my lower lips, teasing me. His thumb finds my clit and begins languidly circling it before he slides two fingers inside me. Crooking his fingers, he rubs that special spot inside me. “Drenched for me.”
It feels so good. I don’t want him to stop.
“Take your sunglasses off. I want to see your eyes when you fall apart.”
I follow his command and my head lolls to the side as I watch him from under my lashes.
It’s so dirty to see his muscular, tanned forearm disappear inside my bathing suit bottom.
I shouldn’t be okay with this, him fingering me on a public beach, but if he stops before I come, I think I might shrivel up and die.
Nick leans over me, nibbling my nipple through the thin fabric of my bikini top. My back arches, desperate for more.
I readjust my legs, spreading my knees farther apart. Nick pushes a third finger inside me. Beads of sweat break out along my back the closer I get to coming. A breathy, strangled moan falls from my mouth followed by a second louder one.
Withdrawing his fingers, Nick slaps my pussy, and I gasp at the shot of pain, which only intensifies everything else I’m feeling. “You promised to be quiet,” Nick chastises as he bites my neck. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as his teeth graze my skin.
"Please. I'll be quiet," I beg. "Please don't stop."
Finally, Nick slips his fingers back inside me, thrusting in and out more savagely as his thumb swivels against my pulsing clit.
“Oh my…” I smash my lips together to keep from crying out again as my climax grows. “Oh,” I huff as I begin to circle my hips ever so slightly. My fingers spread out on the towel and then scrunch the fabric, grasping it as I spiral tighter and tighter until I shatter.
Nick’s thumb continues to massage my clit slowly as I come down from my rush. When my body has stopped quivering, he removes his hand and sucks his fingers clean. "Delicious, as always."
Once reality settles, it hits me. We were so risky. Sure, we’re not set up right next to people, but anyone could have walked by and caught us. I stare at him, wide-eyed.
"Relax, Willa. We're half a kilometer away from the nearest people, and Bruno would have alerted us if anyone was approaching."
“Still…we shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper.
Nick gently grips my cheek and kisses me. “Yes, we should have, Willa. No one knows what just transpired between us. We both live lives that don’t grant us many opportunities to be daring and free, so when a rare opportunity presents itself, we need not squander it.”
I shake my head with a slow grin stretching across my face. “Your justification sounds almost reasonable. How do you do that?”
Nick flips onto his back and rests his head on his hand. Turning to look at me, he winks. “Because I’m quite persuasive. It's a gift.”