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Alexa Play: The Wave by Colouring

I t was Wednesday, which was my favorite day of the week because it was always an active rest day.

Every Wednesday, I would rush outside after breakfast to find Riddick waiting by my usual longboard/yoga mat combo, and he would coach me through a class.

Yoga was always followed by freestyle surfing together, and it was always the closest I ever got to seeing him smile.

Though Riddick didn’t touch me anymore during our yoga sessions, I still almost always ended up getting turned on.

His deep, growly voice ordering me to move myself in all kinds of compromising positions was like the ultimate edging.

It was almost hotter when he wasn’t touching me because I could always feel his eyes on me the whole time I had my ass in the air.

It didn’t help that he seemed incapable of not staring at my cock every time it inevitably got hard. The way he would lick his lips and shamelessly allow his gaze to rake over my body was so erotic that it almost made me angry.

He clearly wanted me as much as I wanted him, and seeing the evidence of that on his face felt like an insult for some reason.

However, I was too obsessed with him to say anything about it, and by the time we finished our surf sesh in the afternoon and spent the evening cooking together, that frustrated, angry feeling always seemed to melt away.

Also, I always seemed to wake up on Thursday mornings covered in my own cum. It was my fault, really. After yoga days, I knew I should really relieve myself in the shower before bed. But the little game Riddick had played with me in the beginning had given me a taste for delayed gratification.

Besides, I found that I almost always dreamed of Riddick if I didn’t touch myself on active rest days. These dreams manifested every Wednesday night like clockwork, and they were always the same. He would stand over me in my room and leave feather-light touches on my cock until I came.

In my dreams, he always handled me with such care and whispered gentle words of praise that some deep, insecure part of me needed to desperately hear.

‘You’re such a sweet boy. Look at you, all hard and needy. Give me that sweet cum, beautiful.’

‘Fuck, Finn. You’re so gorgeous. You going to come for me, gorgeous?’

His imagined words would swirl through my mind the following day, leaving me feeling light and buzzing with dopamine. What I wouldn’t give to hear him speak to me like that in real life.

Though, no matter how hard I tried to sway him, he kept up his stone-cold ruse under the pretense that he was doing it for my benefit. Which I hated.

However, today was different .

I burst out, ready for my weekly edging, I mean, yoga session, to find that there was no longboard/mat combo waiting for me.

Riddick was finishing up waxing one of my shortboards.

“No yoga today?” I asked, somehow feeling both weirdly relieved and disappointed. As much as I loved it, I was getting sick of it never amounting to anything.

Something needed to give soon, or I was going to snap.

“No. Today, we’re doing something else.”

I perked up at this, excited.

“What?”

“We’re going to Leviathans.”

Instantly, all my irritation with him disappeared, and I was so excited that I started to hiccup.

“What! You’re ser-*hiccup* serious!?” I squealed, literally bouncing in place.

He wiped his hands off on the rough towel he used specifically for waxing and gave me an amused but quizzical look.

“Yeah. We’re going to study the wave patterns, and then I’ll coach you through some visualization techniques.”

“Fuck YES!” * hiccup* Omg, omg, omg, I can’t *hiccup* WAIT!”

Though he was smirking, he gave me a ‘you’re weird’ look.

“Calm down, don’t hurt yourself,” he muttered, grabbing a water bottle and handing it to me – I assumed to help with the spontaneous bout of hiccups that seemed to have consumed me.

I chased after him as he made his way to my property line. He disappeared into the brush, and I hiccuped a few more times as I struggled to push through the thick palms and shrubs that he seemed to effortlessly be cutting through.

“Hey! Why are we going this way? It’s like a four-minute walk down the street!” He shot an amused look over his shoulder, and before I knew it, the brush cleared away, and we were on a narrow dirt path, wide enough for a single person.

“This way is faster.”

“Faster than *hiccup* four minutes?”

We walked for maybe a minute and a half, and suddenly, the palm trees opened up, and we were on the edge of a cliff, looking down at Leviathans.

On the opposite side of the coastline, I could see the precipice that Blake had taken Turtle and me when we first arrived in Stars Cove.

“Woah… it’s been right here this whole time?”

Riddick’s mouth tilted up, and he nodded.

“Leviathans is inside your property line. You technically own it.”

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes grew so wide that my eyeballs were at risk of popping out of my skull.

“Fuck, * hiccup* OFF!!” I exclaimed.

He frowned at me and reached out, cuffing the back of my neck and applying pressure to each side of my spine.

I froze, my entire body lighting up at his touch.

He hadn’t put his hands on me in weeks, and the casual, possessive way he’d just grabbed the back of my neck made my mind suddenly go blank with lust.

“Take a sip of your water,” he said softly as he massaged the muscles on either side of my spine. I did as he said, too afraid to make a comment about how happy I was to have him touching me again. I didn’t want him to stop.

I swallowed the cold water as he gently pinched my neck, and I felt a lump of air dislodge from deep in my chest and rise up as the water slid down. I let out a tiny burp, and his mouth tilted up in the corner.

“There… that’s better.” He hummed, and the way he said it felt like he should have been whispering those words to me in a dark bedroom instead of on the edge of a cliff.

I peered up at him with wide eyes, and he stared right back, the corner of his lips still lifted and his warm hand still cupping my neck.

“Are they gone now?” he asked softly, and I opened my mouth to respond, waiting for a hiccup to interrupt me, but it never came .

“Uhm. Yeah. I think so…” I replied, though I was whispering for some reason. He was no longer pinching my flesh but stroking it. His thumb brushed gently up and down the side of my throat. I leaned into his hand, wishing he would always touch me like this.

The moment I leaned into it, he ripped his hand away and cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his own neck instead.

“Let’s get down there,” he said abruptly, and my cheeks flushed with irritation.

I was getting so sick of all these mixed signals.

My earlier excitement was significantly dampened, and now I was in a decidedly bad mood.

I followed Riddick down a very steep and slippery natural stone pathway down the cliff to the small beach below.

Once we made it to the shore, I realized what had looked like black sand from the top of the cliff was actually a thick layer of dark pebbles.

It was a rock beach, and though everything had been worn smooth by the constant crash of water, it would still be uncomfortable to walk on it barefoot.

Down here, the waves were even more impressive.

Watching the water gather and swell into a massive wall of dark navy and gunmetal grey sent shivers and chills rushing down my spine.

It was now midsummer, so they weren’t even close to as big as they would get in the winter, but they were still twice the size of the waves I’d been shredding on both my private beach and the pipelines in Stars Cove.

Riddick was staring at me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze buzzing on my skin like liquid sunshine, but I ignored him. I was still pissed at him, and honestly, the waves deserved my attention more than he did.

I was itching for a surfboard. If he wasn’t here with me right now, I would’ve jet back to the shack to grab one and be in the water before you could say ‘P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.’

“You have to promise never to come here without me,” he said, his tone firm and serious.

Finally, I tore my gaze away from the water and glared at him.

I could still feel where he’d rubbed his thumb up the side of my neck, and that angry part of me that constantly felt rejected by him was getting the best of me.

“I’m not going to do that, Riddick. I’m an adult. I’ll do what I want.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I think he could tell I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around today, so he let it go. Sighing, he turned to face the water again and pointed to the horizon.

“These waves are much smaller than what you’re going to be facing in the winter, but they still show examples of some of the dangers you need to look out for,” he explained.

“What makes this beach so tricky is that there are multiple factors that come into play to make the waves as large as they are, but these factors also tend to make the peaks unpredictable.”

I pushed my irritation aside and listened. The information he was giving me was crucial, and I suddenly wished I’d brought a pen and notepad so I could write what he was saying down.

“Here, you need to always watch the horizon. Leviathans is not like the beach at Stars Cove, where you’ll get consistent pipelines every time.

Here, the peaks shift, making it difficult to know where to paddle out.

This beach is also notorious for rogue waves that come out of nowhere.

You could be waiting for a twenty-footer, only to have a fifty-foot behemoth roll in directly behind it out of nowhere and take you by surprise. ”

“ Fifty feet?” I gasped. “I thought the biggest they got was twenty-five?”

Riddick shot me a dark look, his lips pursed.

“I’ve seen eighty-foot waves hit this beach,” he told me, his voice hollow and haunted.

I swallowed.