Our hips moved in perfect harmony. I couldn’t believe how good I felt to be with her like this. It was sex on a whole other level. It was making love, as much as I’d always despised the phrase. But, it was the only fitting term for what we were doing on the beach, for the way we completely lost ourselves to each other with every thrust, with every movement.
I loved the soft moans she’d let out against my ear and the way she raked her fingers up my back as though to encourage me, not that I needed any encouragement. When it came to Aria, I could go all night long with no breaks if that was what it took to satisfy her. She made it so easy for me to want her like this.
“Elliott,” she moaned in my ear, and the sound of my name on her lips was almost enough to push me over the edge. I slowed down, taking deep breaths, wanting this to last as long as possible. But she had entirely different ideas.
“Come inside me,” she continued, her words breathy against my skin. “Please. I want to feel you.”
I couldn’t do anything else in the face of her words. My balls tingled and my cock stiffened inside of her as I thrust deep and hard into her pussy. She moaned loudly, and I realized she was as close to coming as I was. My last few thrusts slowed inside her, savoring the feel of her gorgeous pussy around my cock.
She went off again, tipping her head back and exploding around me. She let out a long breath, as though she was relieved, but the look on her face told me everything I needed to know and more. The way her jaw clenched, her eyes scrunched up, and her lips parted was all I needed to push me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I growled through gritted teeth as I thrust into her one last time and came like a rocket. My head spun, and my entire body clenched hard as the feeling swept through me, unstoppable, unremitting. It was better than anything I’d ever experienced before in my life, better than anything between us before. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure tearing through me and the feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock over and over again. It was incredible. Beyond incredible.
It was Aria.
I held myself inside her after I finished, and then slowly withdrew. I took my time, wanting to be careful with her after such an intense experience. She closed her eyes, a smile forming on her lips, a big grin of satisfaction. I felt the same.
“That was amazing,” I murmured as I rolled off the condom and fixed my pants. Then, I looked around and realized I didn’t have anywhere to get rid of it.
“Uh, what should I do with this?” I wondered aloud, and she let out a laugh as she went to grab her panties and pulled her dress down.
“We should get back up to the house,” she suggested. “We’re lucky we haven’t been caught already out here.”
I fished a handkerchief out of my pocket and rolled the condom in it, planning to dispose of both as soon as I passed a trashcan. Suddenly, as though on cue, a voice came from behind us. “Excuse me, folks?”
We turned, and my stomach dropped when I saw who we were looking at. A cop. A damn cop.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered and stuck the handkerchief in my pocket, but the cop didn’t seem to take any notice. I pulled Aria close to me, holding her tight and realized she was shaking against me.
“Could you come with me, please?” the cop asked, looking us up and down. “You can’t be doing this in a public place. We need to take you in.”
“Oh, shit,” Aria whimpered next to me, and I knew how she felt. This was bad. This was very, very bad. In fact, this was about as bad as it got. And there was no way I could see to get out of it.
“Of course.” I nodded, trying to stay calm while the cop led us away and up the beach. I wondered if what we’d done had been worth this.
Chapter Twenty
Aria
I sat in the cell and tried to figure out how in the hell I let this happen to me. How could I have been so fucking stupid?
I knew the two of us stealing off to the beach to have sex was hot, dangerous and illegal. And yeah, it was hot as hell, but the danger wasn’t just pretend. It was very real, and the night ended up as one of the worst of my life.
They separated us when we arrived. Then the charges were brought up and delivered to us. I’d never been arrested before. I’d barely even been in trouble, and now, here I was in a fucking jail cell? I couldn’t believe it. Is this my life now?
“I want my phone call,” I called out to the woman sitting behind the desk across from my cell. She looked bored as hell and raised her eyes slowly to meet mine.
“Fine.” She shrugged and came forward to let me out of the cramped little cell where they’d tossed me. Then, she took me over to the old-fashioned pay phone on the wall opposite my cell. I’d been staring at it since I’d arrived, and I knew exactly who I was going to call. There was only one person I could call.
I dialed his number quickly, and Floundy picked up. He sounded sleepy.
“Hello, who is this?” he demanded, clearly pissed to be woken up so early in the morning. He savored sleeping late on the weekend, and I felt bad for forcing him out of bed, but I needed him.
“It’s Aria,” I said quickly, shooting a look over at the cop still hovering near me. I didn’t know how much time I had on this call before she would take the phone away, but I figured the quicker, the better.
“What the hell are you doing calling right now?” he asked, his voice still pissed at me. “Did something happen with Elliott?”
“Yeah, sort of,” I mumbled. “We got, uh, we got arrested.”
“What the fuck?” he exploded, and I could hear fury in his voice. “What did he drag you into? Are you all right?”
“He didn’t drag me into anything,” I said sharply, maybe a little too sharply. I took a breath and calmed myself down, reminding myself of the ridiculously huge favor I was about to ask of my best friend.
“We were having sex on the beach,” I said, lowering my voice, even though I imagined everyone around us knew why the two of us had been booked. “It’s not a big deal.”
Floundy cut me off. “You had sex on the beach?” I couldn’t tell whether he was horrified or amused at the revelation. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” He snort-laughed.
“Literally,” I groaned, and he laughed again. Okay, that was a good sign. He was closer on my side now.
“So, what are you calling me for?” he asked, but the smile in his voice told me he already had a good idea what this call was about.
“I need you to come bail me out. We’re in Sand Dollar Beach,” I said, lowering my voice as though it was something shameful. “I can’t let Dad know about this.”
Floundy fell silent, and then let out a long, resigned sigh.
“I can’t say no, can I?” he said, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he climbed out of bed. “I’ll drive over. I’ll be there soon.”
“Oh, thank God.” I let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I owe you. And so does Elliott.”
“Wait, what?”
“You’re going to bail Elliott out too, right?” Floundy fell silent.
“Flounds?” I asked. “Elliott too, right?”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” he said, his voice dropping. I furrowed my brow and tossed a hand in the air.