Forever Our Beach (Flirt Club)

7. Megan

7

Megan

“ Warrants for their arrests.”

Two days later and the phrase continues to rattle around my brain. I don’t remember much after he told me that except telling him that I needed some time alone. But I’m not sure that it was the best idea. Instead of keeping busy, keeping my mind occupied, I spent two days lost in thought about whether I should turn on my phone and call my parents. Yet each time I picked it up, I managed to resist. The whole situation requires a long, drawn-out conversation that’s better face-to-face. So, if I call, they’re just going to demand that I come home. And that’s not something I’m willing to do yet.

A knock on my door distracts me once again from staring at my phone. I toss it to the side and smile when I hear Fiona’s voice, letting me know that she’s coming in with my breakfast.

“Good morning, dear.” She places the loaded tray on the table before holding out an envelop for me. “Go sit at the table on the porch and read it. I’ll bring your plate to you.”

Not wanting to disappoint the cheerful lady who’s done so much to keep me from self-destructing, I follow her directions.

The white rocker with the most comfortable blue cushions calls me. I curl up in it and open the envelop, squealing once I read the invitation.

During my pity party retreat, when my brain wasn’t focused on my sister, my ex, their charges, and the potential impacts to my family, it was on Caleb. I couldn’t deny his sexiness or how he makes me feel. And that’s the problem… I’m feeling too much. I’m not a cheater like my ex. I never spent time drooling over another man while we were together, yet I can’t stop thinking about Caleb and how he makes me feel alive when I’m around him. I’m not sure if I ever felt this way before even with my ex. So, to be feeling this way, a week after ending a four-year long relationship just days before we were to be married is completely crazy. None of my feelings can be true, can they?

I may not know my own thoughts on this matter, but I do know Fiona’s. She’s made no secret about them, letting me know that she thinks Caleb more than likes me. It’s why this invitation to a private, poolside dinner at the private pool in the center of our villa—a place I haven’t ventured to—means so much to me.

Despite knowing that he was checking up on me, worrying about me while I was in hiding, my brain had started to fill me with doubts. I mean, if I couldn’t keep my fiancé from cheating on me, how could I ever hope to keep the attention of a hot, older man? One who probably could have his pick of women. And add in what my sister and fiancé did to his place of employment… it makes me a right catch. I wouldn’t have blamed him for running far away from the train wreck of my life.

Yet he hasn’t. And I hold the proof in my hands.

“From the smile on your face, I’ll let him know you said yes,” Fiona teases me as she places my full place on the table before me.

“Please. And can you get me into the spa? Today?”

She chuckles at my begging. “Have no fear. We’ll have you all ready for your supper tonight. He won’t know what hit him when he sees you.”

The intensity of his blue eyes flick in the candlelight. The last bite of my food has been swallowed, but I can’t even say what we ate. I know it was delicious because the taste of it, washing over my palette with each kiss we shared over our plates only heightened my need for him. I might have been nervous about tonight and what I want to happen but imagining what my girlfriends would tell me to do gave me courage. “Breaking up with a guy is like riding a horse. You need to get right back on another one. Preferably a big one.” And Caleb is definitely big. My girlfriends would approve.

“Would you like some dessert, darling?” Caleb cups my cheek with his giant palm, brushing the slight callus on his thumb over my skin, raising goosebumps despite the warm, humid air.

I lick my lips. I definitely want dessert, but the dessert I’m wanting isn’t food. Before I second guess myself about the wiseness of my actions, I push myself back from the table and stand. “Yes. Later.”

I step out from behind the table until I’m standing directly in his line of sight from foot to head. I reach behind me, unzipping my white, off the shoulder, cotton dress, letting it fall to the ground.

He swallows hard as his gaze roams over me, heating me from the inside. “Umm…”

I lean over, lifting his chin with one finger until his eyes lock onto mine. “Let’s swim.”

With confidence bolstered by his inability to speak even as he can’t take his gaze off me, I spin and saunter the few steps to the side of the pool, making sure to put extra sway into my hips. A quick glance over my shoulder confirms he hasn’t looked away.

A smile stretches over my face as I dive in, staying under the water until I reach the far wall. I surface in the pool of shadows between two underwater lights in time to see him complete a shallow dive before using swift, sure strokes to reach my side.

His hands land on the deck on either side of me, caging me in. He leans in, dragging his tongue up the side of my neck. One of the benefits of swimming in a saltwater pool is that it doesn’t leave a chlorine taste on the skin. A fact I’m completely grateful for. “This is going to be my favorite dessert.”

A shiver races through me as he nips my ear.

“Mine, too.” I thread my arms around his neck, toying with the short hairs along his neckline as I twist my head until my lips land on his.

All the earlier kisses have served as the lead up to this moment, meaning I’m ready and waiting for his tongue as it plunges into my mouth. The water jostles my body, causing me to cling tighter to him, moving my back away from the pool wall. Yet it’s that movement that also heightens my senses, my need for him, as my chest briefly brushes against his in a tantalizing tease.

He trails a path down the side of my face with his fingertip as we take a second to breathe. “Tell me that you want this, that you want me.”

I stare into his darkened eyes, pupils blown wide. “I want this.” I press another kiss to his lips before pressing another to his chest, directly over his heart. “I want you.”

“Thank God.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Wrap your legs around my waist because this first time is going to be hard and fast, but then I’ll take you over that lounger there and worship every inch of your incredible body.”

“Y-y-yes, please.” The words are breathless and barely understandable, but he doesn’t question them. Not when I wrap my legs around him, trapping his large, hot cock between us. I slide my aching core over him, nearly driven mad with my need to feel him inside me. I may not have tried to think about whenever we were together, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. Each interaction we had together played on repeat in my mind when he wasn’t around. And they always ended the same way even if it had never ended that way in reality.

But this time it will. This time he’ll slide his cock inside me, showing everything, I’d been missing with my ex, obliterating my ex’s brand by marking me as his. Not for a long time or even after this break from real life, but it would be enough.

His tongue plays with mine, giving me little bits of freedom to take control before wrestling it back. Meanwhile his fingers dig into my ass, helping me move against him, letting the tip of his cock brush over and bump up against my clit until I’m moaning so much and so loudly his mouth can’t contain the sound.

“That’s it, darling, Megan. Come for me. Let me see how you get yourself off on the feel of my cock before I fuck you.”

Normally, I can’t get off by just working my clit. On my own, I’ve always needed either my trusty rabbit, or two different devices because I needed something to clench around. And with my ex, well, things we only marginally better since I’ve always preferred the feel of the real thing over plastic. But with Caleb, with dirty, commanding mouth, telling me exactly what he was going to do to me and how desperate I was making him, before I can ask for more—like his fingers inside me, filling me—I feel that ball of tightness compressing until I shatter.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you, skin flushed, eyes rolling in pleasure.” His words roll over me as I struggle to breathe. I might have just experienced one of my most earth shattering and surprising orgasms of my life, but I still feel empty. Needy.

But then he’s lifting with one arm under my ass as his empty hand slides between my spread legs from behind, grabbing his cock to position it below me. Just as his head brushes over me, he stills. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

I’ve never gone without one, not even with my ex, because I never wanted to risk a pregnancy before we were married and ready to welcome a baby into our lives. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about our relationship, because I find myself not wanting to have anything between Caleb and I. “I’m on the pill and I’ve always used condoms. Besides, as soon as I, well, you know,” I say not wanting to focus on the cheating and killing the mood. “I got tested. Yesterday I received my results, and the tests were all negative. So, if you’re comfortable without one…?”

“Are you sure? I haven’t been with a woman in months and then I wore a condom. I don’t have recent test results, but it you’re willing to trust me that my last test before her was negative…”

“Please.” It comes out as a whimper. All breathless and begging.

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he slides inside of me. Not slamming, but a smooth, steady entrance where he’s in complete control, leaving no room for me to think about anything else other than the feel of stretch. He gives me a minute to adjust to the size of him before he speaks against my lips. “Hold on tight, darling.”

And then he moves.

“C-Caleb.” My head tips back, giving his mouth more room to move as he licks, nips, and sucks down my neck. The touches almost light in contrast to the force of him pounding into me. The water helping to cushion his movements, so I’m not thrown into the side of the pool.

It’s fast. And Quick. And dirty despite the water.

“Touch yourself. He spins slightly before tipping me back until I’m floating on the water. His hands grip my hips, controlling our movement as he watches where we’re joined. “I want to feel your hand, brushing my cock, as you work that pretty clit.”

Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on before as he builds me towards my almost-unheard-of-second orgasm. I hasten to follow his directions.

“That’s it. The feel of you. Your tight heat, the flow of the water, and then your fingers… I’m going to come. But not without you, darling.”

Inside me, I feel him grow bigger, harder, pressing against areas that I’d only read about. It ramps me up, higher and higher. That steady match to the side of the cliff.

And then I fall. Or am shoved. Or maybe it’s the ground that collapses before me. I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’m soaring, clenching around his cock as if it’s the only thing tying me to the earth.

“Megan.” And then I feel him. Each squirt of his release, painting my insides, marking me, making me his.

With his last shudder, he pulls me up against him, smashing my chest to his. “Fuck. That was…”

“Amazing,” I supply, bringing about a chuckle from him.

“Yeah. Although amazing is too mild to describe it. Maybe after the next time, I’ll have a better grasp of the English language.” He winks, making me laugh before carrying me from the pool, and placing me down on the large, covered lounging bed. There he proceeds to find the perfect descriptive word, over and over again.