“Not a chance.” Dalton cut me off as winked at me. “Not unless he wants start eating through a feeding tube.”
I half-listened. Suddenly, the possibilities didn’t exactly add up to zero.
“Hey, no pressure.” He backed away a little, showing me his palms. “We can head back.”
Ugh, I was worrying over nothing. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it?
I looked at him.
The ocean breezes gently buffeted tufts of his messy blonde hair. He was older and I dunno; I guessed for some reason I trusted him, even though I didn’t really know why.
But God, I knew that for one freaking night at least; I wanted to let go completely and surrender to the moment. That’s why I’d come halfway around the world in the first place - to discover parts of the world, and myself, that I didn’t know existed. With a shake of my head, I reminded myself that I’d never see the guy again and honestly, no one would sneak up on us.
This was stupid.
“No,” I began, squeezing his hand again. “I want to.”
“Okay,” he replied with a tender whisper. “Come on.”
With Dalton leading the way, I held on tight. The trail meandered and climbed before yawning open onto a high, oceanside cliff. To my left and right, the seashore shined with city-light hues of tangerine and dots of white from the traffic that hugged the coastline.
When we reached the crest, I felt Dalton’s hand let go of mine and I stopped, soaking in the panoramic view.
“Wow.”
A steady, warm breeze swirled in all directions as I turned. The glow of humanity dimmed and in its place, a dark, endless void of deep ocean. On the horizon, stars whitewashed the sky while overhead the moon glowed, casting our surroundings in soft shadow. From behind, I heard a rustling sound and glanced over my shoulder to see Dalton nearby spreading out the beach towels atop a lonely square of sand.
My gaze lingered as he worked.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the thick muscles of his backside. Starting at his broad shoulders, they lazily traced along every inch and moved down the line of his V-taper and coming to rest on his perfect ass. His board shorts hugged the curve of it and had me sucking in a deep breath at what lie beneath.
As the smut swirled, he stood and turned.
The man was a freaking specimen.
The head-to-toe hard-bodied hunk walked my way - moving more like a beast than a man. His moon-kissed skin glowed, wrapped tight around the deeply etched lines of his pecs and abs. My gaze traveled lower, all the way to the drawstring of his shorts where traces of dark hair teased me as they inched above the waist.
In those few moments, my entire world narrowed from the sweeping vistas to a single point of focus.
His lips.
They raced for mine and I gasped a breath as our mouths collided. Like a lion claiming a mate, he rumbled a low growl when he fused his lips to mine. The taste of him set my primal instincts alight, and I leaned into the heat of his body, touching my bare skin to his. In the next instant, we were a blur of motion - groping, teasing, and fondling. We staggered toward the beach towels when Dalton swept a hand to my aching tits, cupping them as he pulled me even closer.
It reminded me of the moment I’d clutched his biceps when the surf nearly dragged me out to sea earlier. As I glided my nails down his hard torso, I recalled the sensation of leaning against his powerful hips and how they’d steadied me against the water’s unrelenting pull.
While my hands explored and fondled, his fingers moved with hunger. There was an insatiable quality to it, like he was working hard to restrain himself. However badly his need might have burned, my own felt like it would melt me into a puddle of anticipation.
It quickly got the better of me, and before I realized it, I was fumbling with the drawstring of his shorts. By the time I finally inched them away from his hips and down his legs, I was on the verge of begging. Dalton broke his mouth free of mine and groaned at my touch of his thick shaft. I curled my fingers around it and shuddered an uncertain breath as I looked down at his gift.
There wasn’t much time for the doubt to linger, though. Dalton eased himself down on the towels. While he did, his hands wandered across my backside as he gently caressed the outline of bikini bottoms. I felt the tips of his fingers dip inside the fabric and moments later, he’d inched them down my thighs. As I stepped out of them, he took my hands in his and I lowered myself over his hips, spreading my thighs as I did.
His body flexed beneath me, the muscles jutting out in sharp relief from the soft shine overhead. My tongue flashed across my lips as his rough hands clasped my flesh and curled into my hips. Looking away for a moment, I cast a last gaze into the endless darkness before looking into his eyes once more.
Jesus. He was so beautiful.
His broad chest rose and fell as he looked back at me. From above, a halo of moonlight cast a glimmer in his cobalt-blue eyes, capturing my focus and driving me closer to his waiting mouth.
Before I reached it, the thick tip of his cock penetrated me, hurrying a rush of breath to my lungs.
At last.
7
Unleashed (Dalton)
At fucking last.
Her curves were like incandescent heat, singeing the tips of my fingers as I touched them. My hands moved hungrily, tracing the crease of her hips, curling into the taut flesh of her ass. Sparkle descended and took me into her depths, enveloping me in the plushness of her silky folds with a moan.
I felt a sharp sting when she reached for my chest and dug her nails into the meat of the muscle. The pain subsided quickly though, and I focused my attention on the only thing that mattered to me in that moment - her.
A celestial aura illuminated every soft, feminine contour of her shape as she inched along the length of my cock. Breath shuddered from her lips when she began pulsing and grinding her hips against mine.
Christ.
Sparkle was more than beautiful.
She was fucking hypnotic.
She lowered her head and draped my face in shadow with the delicate tendrils of her hair. When Sparkle touched her mouth to mine the taste of her sweet breath pulled me in deeper, leaving no desire to be awakened from my trance. But unlike a vivid dream that dissipates after waking, I’d claw and scratch to hold on to this moment. I’d emblazon the tenderness of her skin, the suppleness of her tits, and the sweet friction of her slick pussy deep in my memory banks.
My cock glided as it moved, every pulse of her hips pulling me further inside and closer to the edge. It was then that Sparkle leaned away from my lips with a throaty rasp, and I blew out one of my own.
“Fuuuuck,” I said with a wince.
I laced the word with effort. With each passing second, the sensations gathered in intensity. Suddenly, I was engaged in a moment-to-moment battle, a struggle to make peace with the unrelenting fire churning deep in my balls. The agony escalated, and I snapped my eyes closed, gritted my teeth, and fought like hell to stave off the craving taking hold of my mind.
Sparkle arched her back and slid down my shaft again. This time her sex gripped me with intensity and had me fending off a feral urge. Try as I might to resist it, the vision of that end game was dangerously close. The crystalline image was so present in my mind, it was all I could do not to surrender to it, pin her down, and empty myself deep inside, lacing her sweet velvet with my seed.