Page 243 of The Havenport Collection

Matteo

A fter dinner, we decided to take a walk on the beach. It was cool but not chilly, and the tide was going out. We walked for a while, her small hand in mine, enjoying the stars and the quiet as she marveled at constellations and watched the tide go out.

“Uh-oh,” she said, giving me a playful shove. “Those clouds look ominous.” I put my arm around her and pulled her close as I looked up at the dark sky.

Before I could react, Eliza had slapped my ass hard and was running down the beach.

I laughed and ran after her. “I am so getting you back for that!”

I caught up to her, throwing her over my shoulder and running toward the ocean. It was intoxicating, having her so close. I felt lighter and younger than I had in years.

I was playfully spinning her around when we felt the first drops.

She looked up at the sky and then at me. “Hopefully it’s just a drizzle.”

It was not a drizzle. It was a full blown monsoon. One of those New England spring storms that comes out of nowhere, throwing a few inches of rain before heading out to sea.

Soon it was pouring, and we were easily a mile from the restaurant.

“The lifeguard tower.” Eliza pointed down the beach, gesturing to the wooden shack on stilts that was a few hundred yards away.

I slapped her ass and took off in a run, carrying her to the shelter. I felt like a caveman dragging my woman to safety, and I liked it.

I pulled her under the hut and close to my chest. “This is slightly better.”

She pulled away, running her hands along the wooden beams before shouting, “Found it.”

She held up a small silver key on one of those floating buoy keychains. “I was a lifeguard here during college. They still keep the emergency key in the same place. Come on.”

She led the way up the stairs and unlocked the rickety door.

Inside the hut was dark but for the moonlight that streamed in through the windows that made up the ocean-facing side.

There were a few chairs, shelves with first aid supplies, and a mini fridge.

The walls were covered with photos and tide charts and graffiti from generations of Havenport lifeguards.

I shucked off my soaking wet jacket and hung it on one of the many hooks. “Here,” she said, handing me a threadbare towel from a stack on a shelf.

“Thanks.”

I watched as she took off her sodden boots, jeans, and sweater, standing only in a purple lace bra and panties before wrapping a towel around her body.

I shook myself. This must be a dream. Eliza was toweling off, nearly naked, bathed in moonlight.

I realized I had a choice. I could either stand awkwardly in my wet clothes, questioning all my life choices, or I could be like Eliza and just live.

I chose the latter.

I took off my boots and peeled my T-shirt off, watching how her eyes roamed over my torso, before slowly unbuckling my belt and letting my jeans fall to the floor.

I stalked toward her, my erection already straining my boxer briefs, while she stood there, never breaking eye contact.

I stopped and waited, our chests nearly touching. I needed a sign, a signal, that she wanted this as much as I did.

The world stopped. All I could hear was the beating of my heart in my ears.

After what felt like months, she dropped the towel to the floor and threw her arms around my neck.

From there we were a tangle of limbs, kissing, caressing, and frantically exploring one another. My skin burned, and my vision tunneled as I made quick work of that purple bra, marveling at the glorious breasts currently filling my hands.

Eliza was insatiable, kissing me passionately while teasing my waistband, sending every nerve ending on my body into overdrive.

“I’m trying to work here. Stop distracting me.”

“But it’s so much fun,” she teased. I tugged on her hair, exposing her neck, which I kissed with abandon while pushing her toward the table at the front of the hut.

She was fully stroking me now, squeezing at the tip, and it was making me insane. It had been so long since I had been with a woman, and never anyone who drove me as wild as Eliza did. I needed to focus so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

I dropped to my knees, desperate to get those panties off. I could not wait another minute to taste her.

“Wait,” she blurted out. I looked up and saw worry on her beautiful face.

I stood up and immediately felt guilty. I didn’t want to pressure her or push her into something she wasn’t ready for. “Sorry,” I said. “If you want to stop…”

She looked embarrassed. “It’s not that. I do not want to stop. It’s just…” She played with her hair, her tell that she was feeling insecure. “You don’t have to do that. You know. Go down on me.”

“Why not? I want to.”

“It’s just. None of the guys I’ve dated have wanted to.”

It took a minute for my jaw to come back up off the floor. I was inches away from what was probably the sweetest pussy on earth, and she stopped me because these “guys” didn’t know what a privilege it was. Fuck that noise.

I grabbed her wrist sharply and paused, staring into her eyes. “Let me stop you right there, Eliza. Because I am not a ‘guy.’”

She nodded.

“Listen carefully.” My voice was deep and serious. “I am a man. There is a big fucking difference. And if you don’t understand that, I intend to show you.”

She stared at me, eyes glazed and chest heaving.

“Is that okay with you?” I asked gently.

She nodded.

“Good.” I smacked her ass hard, enjoying the cute yelp she let out.

“Turn around,” I growled, placing her hands on the table in front of her.

I gently bent her over, so she was perched on her elbows. I kicked her legs wide as she looked over her shoulder with awe.

“You like this?” I asked, gently inching her panties down her legs.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Then be a good girl and look at the ocean while I make you come.”

I swiped my fingers through her wetness, reveling in the silky feel of her. She was a goddess, and I was dying with anticipation.

I lowered my mouth and took one quick taste, indulging myself for a moment. Just as I suspected. Perfection.

Using my hands to spread her open, I dove in, licking, sucking, and caressing as she squirmed.

Every flick of my tongue drove her wild as I tested different pressures and rhythms, learning the secrets of her body.

I found the perfect cadence, taking advantage of her moans to slip my fingers inside.

My cock was hard as stone, aching for release. But I needed to take care of her. I needed to show her what it was like to be with a man, unlike the “guys” she had experienced. Someone who put her pleasure first every single time.

“Matteo,” she shrieked, wails filling the tiny hut. “Fuck, I am so close.”

I sped up, reveling in the feel of her riding my face. She was uninhibited and loud. Just as I suspected.

I loved it. I loved every scream and gasp. Soon I could feel her tightening around my fingers and crooked them gently, finding her G-spot. Then she erupted, gasping and shaking, while I continued to use my tongue in the perfect rhythm.

“Stop!” she cried, pushing me away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I gathered her in my arms, kissing her neck and holding her as she slumped against my chest.

“What did you think?” I asked coyly, peppering her with kisses.

She looked up at me, eyes glassy. “I think I want to see what else a man can do to me.”

She stumbled over to where she had left her purse and pulled out a strip of at least five condoms.

My eyes bulged out of my head.

“I came prepared.” She shrugged, immediately ripping one off with her teeth while stroking me firmly.

Before I knew what was happening, she dropped to her knees and slowly rolled the condom on me.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

My legs shook. I needed to be inside her more than I needed to breathe.

I pulled her up, drawing her close.

“You want this?”

She turned around and wiggled her ass against me. “So much. I want it so much.”

She then dramatically bent over the table again, offering herself to me, and I almost blacked out. It was too much. She was too sexy, too playful, and too dirty. If I didn’t get in control of this situation, I’d be finishing early and proposing marriage within the next two minutes.

I caressed her hips, smelling her arousal as I teased her opening.

“Please,” she begged, looking over her shoulder at me.

I couldn’t wait another minute. I plunged inside her, desperate for friction, desperate to possess her.

“Matteo,” she moaned.

I paused, giving her a moment to adjust before starting to thrust gently.

“No,” she gasped. “Harder. Don’t be gentle.”

“Are you sure?” I confirmed, my self-control hanging on by a thread.

“Yes.”

I sped up, giving her punishing thrusts that she met with abandon. She threw her head back, moaning and gasping as I focused my every thought on lasting long enough to satisfy her.

But it felt too good. She was wet and tight and so perfect.

I felt her begin to tense, and I knew what I had to do.

I pulled out to buy myself some time.

I spun her around.

“I need to see your beautiful face when you come,” I said, picking her up.

She wrapped her legs around me as I pinned her to the wall, kissing her deeply.

I eased back inside her, taking one nipple into my mouth while using my thumb to tease her clit. She clung to my neck, gasping as she came undone, face flushed and skin glowing.

Her internal muscles grabbed me until I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I tumbled off the cliff, holding her tight and reveling in the feel of her body pressed up against mine.

I gently put her down, caressing her face.

“What did you just do to me?” I mumbled. Her expression was dazed, and her hair was matted. I felt a frisson of pride that I had rendered her almost speechless.

“I hope I wasn’t too loud,” she said, looking embarrassed.

I gathered her in my arms. “I love it.” I kissed her neck and collarbone. “I loved hearing you scream when you came on my cock.”

She giggled. “I like dirty Matteo.”

“Well, that’s a good thing because you’ve unleashed the beast, and now you have to deal with the consequences.”

“Oh really?” She stuck her tongue out, and I spanked her again.

I gathered her in my arms as we stood, looking out at the raging storm and the choppy ocean.

It was brutal and beautiful and so humbling.

I was feeling things. Big things. Things I didn’t understand.

Holding her in the rain, my mind began to spin.

We agreed things would be casual, but it certainly wasn’t feeling casual.

“What do we do?” She looked at me. “I don’t know when it’s going to stop.”

Grateful for the distraction, I grabbed my jeans and rummaged around for my phone. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll call Gio. He has a pass that he’s allowed to drive on the beach. I’ll have him come get us, and I’ll grab my bike tomorrow.”

“That would be so nice of him.”

“He owes me. It’s usually me saving his dumb ass.”

“Aww. That’s so sweet.”

“It’s not sweet. He will be ridiculous, and you just have to promise to ignore him.”

I pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. “This is the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

She smiled up at me, and my heart clenched. This was so much more than the casual fun I had envisioned. She was smart and funny, and I loved spending time with her. She was also sexy as fuck, and seemed, for some inexplicable reason, to be into me.

I shouldn’t have done this. I couldn’t lead her on. I was having all kinds of feelings, and they were definitely not of the casual variety. They were of the “let me carry you off into the sunset” variety. And that would not do.

As we waited for our ride, my brain continued to spin. Was I ready for this? Could I do this? Did I even want to try?