“This is my favorite part of the day,” he says in a low voice beside my ear.
I turn slightly and our lips are so close I assume he’ll break the distance and we’ll kiss then move into something else that will entail moving this small party of two inside before we give my neighbor, Creepy Cliff, a peep show. But he doesn’t kiss me, and my lips continue to itch for the feel of his on them.
“I thought it would be sunrise.”
He nods. “Second favorite is sunrise. But there’s something about sunsets and the close of a day. Like you made it through. Closure.”
For a guy who didn’t want to share much with me, his words speak volumes. Why would it be a struggle to make it through the day for a guy like him? Is that why he took the simple path of being a surfer guy?
“I never thought about it like that. Are you a philosopher?”
He sets his beer down and stretches his arms around my stomach. “Nah, I was a crap student.”
I nod although I wasn’t. I lived and died by my grades.
We watch in silence as the sun is halfway hidden by the horizon. I realize how good this feels, even if I didn’t expect to be cuddling this stranger once we got to my place. Is this what all my friends enjoy about being in a relationship? The quiet and the calm of being in someone’s arms? The difference being that the person holding them thinks they’re the best thing in their life. So, I’m slightly jealous of Teegan and Leo. Doesn’t mean I’d want that day in and day out. Someone to answer to. Someone to doubt whether they’re telling the truth.
“This is my favorite. When the sun is barely visible.” His fingers lift the hem of my shirt and run along my skin, right above the waistband of my pants. It’s a simple move that shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. Everything about this guy is turning me into a hot mess. “Just seconds until it’s over,” he whispers, and a shiver runs up the back of my neck.
I watch the sun disappear and though the sky now has streaks of pink and yellow, darkness will soon consume us.
“Do you watch it every night?” I ask.
He nods. “Pretty much. I live on the beach.” I don’t know if that makes him homeless or if it’s by choice, but my thoughts drift off because his lips brush against my neck. “Is this okay?” he asks, casting open mouth kisses up toward my ear, his fingers gliding up to rest just under my breasts.
“Yeah.” My voice is breathy and full of need given that the space between my legs is pulsing, begging for attention.
“Good.” He takes my earlobe between his teeth and nibbles while his hands glide over my breasts, over my bra. He kneads them and a soft moan escapes me. I guess we’re giving Creepy Cliff a little tease because I do not want to get up right now.
His growing erection bulges against my back, and his lips don’t stop moving. His one hand comes out from under my shirt, just to push my hair off my neck. Then his hand ventures back down, unbuckling my jeans and lowering my zipper. I suck in a breath when his hand slips under the elastic of my panties. He groans dipping one finger through the wetness in my folds. “Damn, you’re soaked.”
I say nothing because I’m not sure what to say. Praise him for being able to make me wet? I can’t imagine he’s ever been with a woman who wasn’t wet after he touched them.
His thumb slowly circles over my clit, and I squirm from pleasure. Like there’s slow-moving lava in my veins, I’m warm and soothed from the inside out. When his fingers reach my opening, teasing along the rim, I buck from needing more.
He chuckles into my ear. His labored breath racketing up my need even further. “The way your body reacts to me... I fucking love it,” he says. “I could watch you like this all night.”
My head falls to his shoulder and my back moves back and forth on his chest while he continues to tease me. “I need more.”
“I know you do.”
“Like now.”
He chuckles again. “I know.” I hear the smile in his voice. He’s enjoying the act of torturing me and I can’t say I’m not. Usually I’m in charge. Telling the guy exactly how I want it and how to get me off, but Trent seems to know without words exactly where and how to touch me.
“Please,” I resort to begging which only spurs on his laughter more. He dips a finger into my opening arching it up and I buck into his hand. Using his palm, he pushes down on my clit, while I grind on it for the friction I need.
“There you go. Use me however you want.”
His words, his demeanor, his just entire aura is driving me to the edge. Like all he cares about is my pleasure and he’s happy to allow me to take whatever I want, however I want.
“Oh God. Please.” I raise my hips off his lap and his free hand tugs down the cup of my bra, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple so hard I come, my body shuttering and writhing from the pleasure while I cry out.
Once my breath has returned to normal, he asks, “Did that take the edge off?”
I nod, not able to speak just yet.
“Good. Now let’s go inside because the guy across the way is creepy as fuck.” He slides his hand out from pants and it takes everything in me not to whine about it.
“Creepy Cliff. Yeah.” My voice is rough.
“He’s got some spank bank material now.”
We walk inside my apartment, abandoning our beers on the outside table. Trent pulls the drapes over the windows and once he feels like we’re shielded from outsider’s eyes he turns to me. “Take off your clothes.” He strips his shirt off doing that sexy guy move where they grab the back of the collar and shrug it forward off their body.
Now I have spank bank material too.
I take no time to tear my shirt and bra off then shimmy out of my jeans. Just as I finish with my panties, he’s there naked just like me, his lips on mine, his hands on my ass, pulling me into his arms.
I jump and he catches me by the ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, his dick hard against my stomach. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he punctuates his hips and grinds his erection against my clit.
Somehow, he gets us into my bedroom, lowering me onto the bed. “You’re gorgeous,” he says.
That orgasm did nothing to wane my arousal for this man, so I open my legs, playing with myself to get him just as turned on as me. But he’s already got a condom in his hand. He tears it open and rolls it down his length without his eyes ever leaving mine.
Then he’s crawling on top of me and his dick thrusts into me. Tingles vibrate through my body as he slides into me without stopping. “Shit, you feel so damn good.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
He chuckles into my neck. Trent circles his hips at first, taking it slow until my fingernails dig into his shoulder and then he flips me over so I’m straddling him. “You seem like a take-charge kind of girl.”
Sinking down on his length I laugh. “This is my favorite position.”
He puts his arms behind his head and nods. “Then by all means, do your worst.”
And I do. I ride him until we’re both grunting, moaning, praising the other and falling into a sweaty mess side by side. Hands down the best sex of my life.
We have it three more times that night and lucky for Trent, I have my own condoms since he definitely didn’t come prepared to sleep with me more than once. The boy scouts should revoke his card. If he was even one. The thought is a reminder that I don’t really know this man.