13
Lee
An unpleasant beeping noise broke through my slumber, and I groaned. “What the fuck is that?”
With eyes still shut tight, I flung my hands around until I hit the object that was causing it before realizing that object was in someone’s pocket—and that someone was in bed with me. It took me a moment to remember the night before, and that it was Chase who was behind me, currently pushing his morning wood against my ass. Not to mention he had the worst phone alarm in the world.
“Mmm?” He nuzzled his face into my hair as his arm slid around my waist.
“I guess it’s time for surfing,” I said, as I started to turn around, but he tightened his hold so I couldn’t move.
“Sorry, I just can’t…move right now.”
I grinned maliciously. “Oh?”
“Just…give me a minute.”
“Alright.” I waited all of three seconds before I wiggled my butt, eliciting a long moan from him as he clenched his fingers in the fabric of my shirt.
“Not helping.” His words were strangled as he tried so hard to gain control, and I obviously wasn’t helping at all. I even snickered a little.
“I’m helping in a different way. Besides, we’ve already had our first date, right?” I thought back to yesterday’s conversation with Larsen about not sleeping together on the first date. No other real specifications were made.
“I thought of it as a date,” he mumbled with his face still buried in my hair. Then he whispered, “I didn’t know if you did.”
I put all the effort I could into spinning to face him His hold slackened, which made it easier to face him, and then I greeted him with a kiss. His lips were relaxed, not nearly as awake as the rest of his body. His moan vibrated through my lips as he kissed me back, the muscles in his arm tightening his hold around me.
“Lee…” His tongue darted out to lick the seam of my lips until I parted them for him. He tasted like sunscreen and smelled of unhinged arousal.
“You taste like sunblock,” I whispered, as I went in for another taste.
“I spend my days outside,” he responded. “I practically bathe in it.”
In a movement too quick for him to react to, I spun until I was sitting upright and straddling his waist. His cock pulsed as I wiggled on top of him and his fingers clenched around my hips. A fire burned in his eyes, turning them the darkest shade of the ocean.
Leaning forward, I placed slow, searing kisses to his heated flesh, and I smiled when I felt his muscles shudder beneath my touch. My lips started beneath his collarbone and worked their way down his torso, over each one of his pecs, and then his abs, not leaving a muscle untouched. His hips ground against my core as my tongue darted out to lick a line from one muscle to the other.
Now this was how one should start the morning—every day.
I continued my trail, lightly dragging my nails down his sides in the process. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs as his arms slackened, and his breathing turned heavy when his fingers slid beneath my pajama shorts, caressing the smooth flesh there.
Once I reached the waistband of his pants, I gripped the elastic and thrust them down in one long, smooth motion. His cock popped out, standing at attention, rippling and ready. Precum beaded at the top, and I smiled at his faltering resistance.
Depositing both of our bottoms on the floor by the bed, I straddled him again and positioned him at my entrance, this time easing myself down onto him.
“Wait.” His eyes flew open in their haze of lust. “Condom. I didn’t bring one over.”
I bit my lip. I didn’t have any with me. When I left my old life, it didn’t occur to me that they could be a priority. “I’m clean. And I’m on birth control.” Not that I’ve done anything in months. I didn’t say that out loud, not wanting to go into more detail over it.
“I’m clean too.”
“This is literally the worst time to bring it up,” I said as I bit back a smile.
He thrust his hips up into me. “The worst moment would have been at the end after we both finished.”
Heat flamed through me at his words. This was for both of us to enjoy, not only him. I still had to get used to the whole thing where others actually cared about me.
His fingers created indents in my skin as he guided me down. His eyes were hooded as he gave into the lust, remaining forced open so he could watch my face. Once I was situated, I moved my hips to the rhythm of the ocean and smiled at his sharp intake of breath.