Her words faded, cheeks burning an even deeper red than before.
“There’s no real passion. There’s no urgency. I’m all for sweet nothings whispered in my ear, but sometimes I just want to be thrown onto the bed, you know? Ravaged. Like he can’t fathom the thought of taking his hands off me.”
She said every word in this breathy, unintentionally sexy voice. It was likely because she was afraid someone would overhear us, but it struck me to the core, awakening a primal need in me. I replayed her words on a fiery loop in my head.
Thrown onto the bed…
Ravaged…
Like he can’t fathom taking his hands off me…
If only she knew how intently I felt those very things, how I would shred her clothes and bury myself inside her if she just said the word.
Clouds shifted overhead, the sun beaming on us as B finally brought her gaze to mine. I struggled to keep my breathing steady, to keep my hands at my sides, to not slide those hands into her hair and crush my mouth to hers in that very moment — Ethan be damned.
Somehow, I controlled myself. And I could only utter three stupid words.
“I get that.”
After I dropped her off back at her dorm with a promise to take her for her first California surf the next morning, I raced back to my dorm, ignoring Ethan when I got home and locking myself inside the bathroom.
My pants and briefs were on the floor in an instant, my throbbing cock in my hand as I ran the water as hot as I could stand. With one hand braced on the cool tile wall and the other stroking me, I imagined B in that shower with me, imagined her wet curls and water dripping off her lips as I made her moan my name. I could picture everything — the way she’d close her eyes, the shape of her mouth opening for me, the lean muscles of her stomach leading down to the apex of her thighs.
I came with a groan, resisting the urge to let her name roll off my lips in the process.
That night, I tossed and turned in a fitful sleep until my alarm went off, and I jumped up far too briskly for it being that early in the morning.
I couldn’t wait to see her.
I couldn’t wait to be on our boards, to have her to myself, to fantasize a little longer.
Friends, my ass…
When I got to her dorm, I called her, knowing just from her voice that she was barely awake. And when she answered the door, I was tested on every level possible.
B stood there in nothing but a tiny pair of navy blue boy shorts, the trim of them white and hugging her brown skin, and an even smaller cropped white t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra beneath it, and her nipples pebbled from the cool morning air washing over her, goosebumps breaking along the length of her stomach, her arms, her thighs…
She reached for me without saying a word, grabbing my hand like it belonged in hers, and she tugged me inside.
My heart hammered in my chest, cock twitching at the sight of her ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her boy shorts as she toted me back to her room. She shut the door behind us, crawled right into bed, and pulled me with her.
My pulse was a kick drum in my ears. I thought that was it. I thought she wanted me, too. I thought she’d dragged me in there before the sun could rise so we could commit that sin we’d been fighting in complete darkness.
She pulled the covers up over us, turning so that she faced the wall and her small body curved into mine. Her ass rubbed against my hard-on, and I sucked in a stiff breath at the warmth, at the way she rolled her hips happily and let out a content sigh.
And that’s when I realized.
She wasn’t even awake.
Of course, she was awake — enough to walk and open doors and climb back into bed, at least. But she was essentially sleep walking, probably so tired from our day before that she didn’t realize what she was doing in her exhaustion.
I sighed, allowing myself a few stolen moments before I said anything. I ran my hands through her hair, willed my cock to settle as I savored the warmth of her tangled up with me.
Finally, when I had composed myself, I whispered in her ear.
“B, WAKE UP.”
“Mmmm,” she murmured, swatting behind her like she was trying to find her alarm clock. She hit me, instead, her hand tugging at my t-shirt. “Sleep.”
I chuckled. “Come on. We should get going if we want to catch the morning surf.”
I felt the moment she really woke up — the way she stiffened, the way her pulse quickened to a gallop. I didn’t have to see her face to know her eyes had popped open wide when she hastily retracted her hand from me and threw the covers off.
“How did you get in here?” she whisper-screamed, grabbing her phone to read the time.
“You let me in, goofball. I called you.”
“What?” She scrolled through her phone, and I assumed she saw her call log, because she frowned even more. “I’m so confused.”
I sat up on the edge of the bed — mostly to put space between us, now that I could see those damn boy shorts again. “You let me in. Then, you grabbed my hand and pulled me back here before crawling back into bed.”
“Oh my God.” She smacked her forehead and I laughed.
“Relax. You’re just tired. We can do this another time if you want to rest.”
“No,” she said quickly, scooting past me off the bed. She grabbed a swimsuit out of one of her drawers and then headed for the bathroom. “Give me a sec to change.”
“You don’t have to, we can—”
“I want to. I’ve been here almost two months now and still haven’t surfed. And that’s one of the biggest reasons I wanted to come to California, anyway.”
I tried…
I tried to get her to stay…
I tried to get us out of this…
At least, that’s what I told myself.
With a nod, I stood. “Alright, then. Go get dressed. I’m parked in the G Lot.”
I grabbed her board and headed for my Jeep, and I gave myself a stern talking to while I waited for B.
“She is not yours. You cannot have her. Let it go. Let her go.”
When she bounced across the lot to my Jeep with a blazing smile on her face, I knew it was futile.
We got her a wet suit when we made it to the beach, and then as the sun stretched and bid us good morning, we paddled out for my little surfer girl to catch her first wave. It felt like home, sitting next to her on my board as we talked and waited for the next wave, and we existed there — just the two of us — all morning and afternoon.
It was around two when she said she needed to get back to campus. I’d teased her about not being prepared for the Cali waves, only to be told shut the fuck up immediately by her delivering news that she had a date with Ethan.
I did my best to school my emotions when she told me, and we surfed one last wave before packing it in.
As we made the hike back up the boardwalk to the Jeep, we were both silent. But I felt it, already, the devil himself stirring inside me. I knew before it happened that I was about to do something stupid. I just didn’t know how to stop it.
I loaded our boards, throwing on a t-shirt and trying not to watch as B stripped out of her wet suit and slipped on an oversized sweater, instead. She still shivered a bit as she gazed out at the water, at the sun making its descent over the ocean. Her hair blew all around her, like a golden halo.
I slid up beside her, resting my elbows on the rail next to hers.