Chapter One
Elliott
My best friend, Tucker, looked at me, raised his eyebrows and grinned. I could barely make him out beneath the dim, pulsing lights of the club. It was our first night at Sand Dollar Beach, on the sunny California coast, a little north of LA, and already it felt as though we’d found the best spot in town.
But then, as far as I was concerned, the best spot in town was anywhere no one knew me—or more importantly—knew who my father was. I’d reaped plenty of benefits as son of one of the richest real estate moguls in the country, but it also had a downside. I spent most of my time trying to avoid the chicks who were only after my money. Here in Sand Dollar Beach on a few weeks’ break away from the Big Apple, things seemed a little different.
The woman grinding on me in a tight black dress had short, dark hair and slim, toned legs running all the way up to her perfect ass. I slid my hand around her waist as she pressed herself into me, flashing me a smile that told me this night would be a damn good one.
She was hot as hell and seemed eager to take things to the next level. Usually, my father spent most of his time trying to keep me from places like this, fearing the tabloids might snap a photo of me that wouldn’t serve me or the company well. But it felt so damn good to finally let loose, and I was the only person who’d know I was finally sowing some wild oats. Well, apart from Tuck, but what were best friends for if not for keeping dirty little secrets?
The woman arched herself against me, and I pulled her tighter against me. My cock was hard as a rock, and even over the thumping beat of the music, I heard her let out a small squeal of pleasure. She leaned back again, close enough for her to whisper in my ear. I focused all my tipsy energy on hearing what she had to say.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” she suggested.
I glanced at Tucker. He was dancing with a blonde with a big ass and wide eyes, his kryptonite. He was lost in her, and I wasn’t sure he’d notice if I walked up and stole his wallet, much less notice my absence. I turned back to my woman, shrugged, and gestured for her to lead the way.
She took me to the back of the room, toward a small door leading off the main dancefloor. The club was packed with people, and I had to focus on her to keep from losing her in the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder and flashed me a smile as she put her hand on the door handle, waiting for me to catch up. She pushed it open and we headed inside the private room, closing the door behind us. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine.
Something in my brain lit up as soon as her mouth hit me. It had been a long time since I’d hooked up with someone this quickly, and I’d forgotten how exciting it was to go straight from meeting someone to fucking them. I pushed her backward, my hands sinking into her ass, and I hitched her up onto the desk behind her.
“What is this place?” I panted in her ear as my hands traveled hungrily all over her body.
“The owner’s office,” she said, reaching down to unbuckle my pants.
“You know the owner?”
“I am the owner,” she shot back, looking up at me with a grin a mile wide as she unhooked my belt and tossed it aside.
“Why’d you bring me back here?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, but it wasn’t what I was asking.
“But why me?”
“I saw you, and I thought you were hot.” She shrugged. “Does there have to be anything more to it?”
I looked down at her. I’d spent so long in the shadow of my father’s achievements, it still surprised me that women might want me because of me and not because of my billionaire family.
I leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her legs and pushing them back a little so she was exposed. I reached beneath her dress to yank down her panties and found them already soaked. Clearly, the way she’d been grinding on me hadn’t only been for show. With one smooth motion, I slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Then, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a condom, and quickly covered myself.
“You ready?” I asked.
She immediately swept all the junk off the desk and onto the floor, laid back and wrapped her legs around me.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice hungry.
I obliged. I didn’t want to wait a second longer to feel her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, pressing my cock against the entrance to her cunt and pushed all the way inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her hands reaching up so she could rake her nails all the way down the front of my shirt. My head tipped back, and I plowed into her. My eyes slammed shut as I lost myself to the feeling, the beat of the music distant, even though the club was only one thin wall away from us. Fantastic. Abso-fucking-lutely fantastic.
I fucked her hard, not holding back, determined to make her come. With every thrust, she let out a needy little moan as if she was edging closer with every movement. I grabbed her hand, which had been clutching the edge of the desk, and put it on her pussy, pushing her dress back so I could watch the show.
“Play with yourself,” I ordered.
I watched, flicking my tongue across my lip as her fingers found her clit. She started to caress herself in time with my thrusts. I slowed, grinding into her, enjoying the visual of her hand between her legs. Like my own personal porn show.
God, I would’ve loved to taste her pussy, to feel her clit pulsing beneath my tongue, her juices covering my face, but that would have to wait. It wouldn’t be long before Tucker realized I was gone and came looking for me, and the last thing I wanted was to be disturbed mid-fuck.
“Jesus,” I groaned, leaning back again, grabbing her hips and fucking her harder.
Was there any better feeling in the world than having some wild, spontaneous sex with a woman I didn’t have to bother seeing again? Both of us were here for one thing and one thing only, to give ourselves over to the carnal desires we’d sparked into life on the dancefloor. There was no emotion in this. Nothing but physical pleasure, and I could lose myself without worrying about what the repercussions might be.
Damn. I needed to come to Sand Dollar Beach more often. Hell, if this was what I could expect, I might just straight-up fucking move here.
I wasn’t sure how long we fucked. The alcohol in my system made it hard to keep track of time, and it wasn’t like I was counting the minutes waiting for it to be over. Her fingers continued working her clit as I fucked her, but there was more I could get out of this encounter. Much more.
“You like?” I asked, and she nodded, pressing her lips together and letting out a soft moan.
I brushed her hand away from her pussy, pulled her upright, and turned her around so she was bent over the desk. Reaching around so my fingers could take the place of hers, I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside her again.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned, her fingers tightening on the desk below her. “Oh, my God. That’s good!”
It didn’t take long for her to come. Right after I started to fuck her doggy-style, her pussy pulsed around my dick, her body going limp in front of me as a long, throaty moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
I fucked her hard and fast, pressing my forehead into the back of her shoulder, knowing I was only seconds away from my own release. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, and she let out little squeaks of pleasure with every thrust. My legs trembled and my balls tingled as I pushed deep inside her one last time and held myself there, shooting my jizz into her tight as fuck pussy.