Page 53 of Anchor
“This handsome guy? Unfortunately, no. But I’m sure he’s loving the attention.” Rudy pants happily, rolling over on his back so I can give his belly a scratch, too.
We leave him a sated mess on the porch and Gabriel leads me down the steps and to a walkway. He situates me in front of him and covers my eyes with his hands and we walk in tandem through a gathering of trees behind his house. We stop and Gabe presses against my back, breath tickling my ear as he says, “Keep your eyes closed. No peeking.”
“Is this one of those situations where I should be running for my life?”
“If you run, I’ll just have to catch you.”
He leads me down a concrete path. I can hear the waves in the distance. After a while the concrete gives way to dirt and I have to squeeze my eyes together to keep from peeking. The sound of waves grows louder the longer we walk and then he brings us to a stop. My feet sink into the sand as my breath shortens.
“Open your eyes.”
I take a few useless breaths, which do nothing to calm the internal freak out that’s going on inside of me, and do as he says. He drops my hand and as soon as my eyes open he brings his fingers to his top button and undoes his shirt.
And oh, God, I go weak in the knees. I see the most magnificent expanse of chest, and sweet baby Jesus, I swear I see a flash of happy trail as he reaches the bottom. His abs flex as he strips it off the rest of the way and drops it by his feet.
He’s going to kill me.
A few seconds later, he leads me to a spot in the sand where he spreads out a blanket I didn’t even notice he was carrying. Then he holds out his hand for mine and when I take it he guides me down to the blanket.
He watches with hooded eyes as I recline next to him and slip off my sandals. The cool air bathes my skin, though it does little to cool the heat inside me. My hands grip the material because the sight of him sends a rush of intense arousal through me.
Gabe shifts toward me, his easy-going mood replaced by desire. When I shift again, he surrounds me with his arms and I melt against him.
The cocoon he’s created with the waves and the heat from his body heighten every sensation—the smooth feeling of his skin rubbing against mine, the gentle tug of the wind running through my hair. Even though he’s barely touching me at all, he’s turned me on more than I’ve ever been in my life. This morning included.
Then he moves to me, pressing me against the blanket, his arms a cage I never want to leave. His arousal presses thick and hot against the thin material of my panties. My legs go up and around his hips to urge him closer, the way I’ve been wanting to all day.
His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls back just enough that my body is hovering on the precipice of pleasure and pain. With little bites, he trails a line down my throat to the thin material covering my breasts. He covers one nipple with an open-mouthed kiss, taking it between his teeth. The twin bites of pain, which are so good it hurts, cause me to cry out.
“Yes,” he whispers against my skin. “I want to hear you come for me this time. No one here but you and me and I’m gonna make you scream.”
He bites, nips, and kisses his way to my other breast. This time, he pulls down the material of my bra to use his teeth and tongue to drive me to distraction. I clasp his head and writhe against him. My hips move in subtle motions that mimic the flicks of his tongue. I arch into him, giving him everything. I’d only managed a taste of how good it would be between us before, and it was even better the second time around.
His hands drift down my sides and grip my thighs. For one glorious moment, his cock is right where I need it. I throw my head back in response. He uses his hands to glide my pussy up and down the length of him, taking care not to hinder his attention to my breasts.
“You feel so good.” His voice is hoarse and he rests his head between my breasts as he attempts to catch his breath.
“So do you.”
He lifts his eyes to mine and now it’s nothing but the gentle rhythm of us rocking against each other. My hands map their way over his sun-browned shoulders and down his sculpted chest. I pause to flick the rigid tips of his nipples and delight in the strangled groan it elicits from his throat. He’s covered in a smattering of scars and I want to trace every one of them with my mouth and tongue.
I lean back to get a look at his face so I can commit it to memory. He follows curving his body toward mine. His hands have my hips in an immovable grip as though he’s afraid I’ll somehow slip out of his grasp.
But he doesn’t have to worry.
I’m not going anywhere.
Gabriel
The slick pressof her skin and her short little pants and whimpers of pleasure will haunt me for a lifetime. She tastes sweet and salty, and I can’t stop kissing her, sampling her everywhere I can reach.
When she untangles her legs to pay my body the same attention, my stomach contracts in pleasure. Her hands slide down my chest and her nails rake my abs. My breath catches in my throat when her hand clasps around me and strokes between us. When my head drops to her shoulder, I bite the skin there as my hips thrust my cock into her palm.
I cup her jaw and I look into her eyes. “I want you, Chloe. Now.”
She squeezes around me, pumping once, slowly. Torturously. “Yes,” is all she can manage to say.
And that’s all I need.