Page 88 of Broken Hearts

His hands grip my ass, and he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him. Backing me up against the worn, wooden shower wall, he fumbles with the tie on his boardshorts, and I giggle, reaching between us to help him.

“Tell me what you were thinking about while you were surfing,” I say, my hand sliding into his shorts, my hand wrapping around him. I begin to move my hand slowly, squeezing with each pass over his cock.

“You,” Nate groans out.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” Nate shifts, his shorts moving down his hips slightly, his dick springing free, and he pulls my panties to the side.

“Being inside your sweet pussy,” he grunts, thrusting inside me in one quick motion, and now it’s me gasping out loud.

I love the way he feels buried inside me, his thick cock stretching me. The fullness is like nothing I’ve felt before.

“I dream of your pussy, Sage. Of tasting you, of you coming on my cock, of you moaning my name as I thrust inside of you.” Every word he rasps out sends me closer and closer, his hips moving faster, and mine move in time with his.

I’m chasing a feeling that I’ve only found with him, an explosive need to come, and come hard, and my head falls back, hitting the wooden wall with a thud.

Gripping my ass, Nate drives into me, over and over until both of us are moaning, desperate grunts fall from our lips, loud and needy.

“Harder,” I call out, my words a plea of desire and desperation. “Harder, Nate. Fuck me harder.” My hands tangle in his hair, pulling at the wet strands as he pounds into me, my back scraping against the old wood.

“Fuck, Sage,” he moans, his movements rough, and with one final deep thrust, we both come undone, me calling his name into the air, lost among my labored breathing.

Nate’s head falls to my shoulder, his dick still inside me. He bites gently, his teeth grazing over my heated and sensitive skin.

“I think we need to put a door on here,” he mutters, pulling himself from inside me and I slide down his body, my feet hitting the ground, and for a second, I worry I won’t be able to hold myself up.

He makes me weak, my legs still shaking from the orgasm, but I would go again in a heartbeat if he asked.

He adjusts his shorts, pulling them back up and tying the front. He smiles at me as I shift my panties back in place, my tank now rolled up on my stomach.

“Wanna meet me out here every morning?” he asks, playfully, leaning in to kiss me quickly. “There’s no other way I want to start my morning.”

“You seem to really enjoy starting your morning with coffee when I first met you.” I wink at him, and he reaches out, pulling me to him.

“The only thing better than coffee is you,” he says, the most perfect smile on his face, his eyes sparkling in the light of the morning sun. “Maybe I’ll start my morning eating your pussy and coffee will lose out.”

“Is that so? I didn’t realize I had such a magical pussy,” I tease, laughing at how things between us have changed since that day we first met.

“Sage, there’s nothing sweeter than your pussy. And while I love being out here with you, I’m not interested in sharing you with anyone, so let’s get inside.”

“Who would see us?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not willing to risk it,” he says, and with that, he grabs me around the waist, hoisting me up, he tosses me over his shoulder.

Swatting at his ass to put me down, he doesn’t listen, just heading for the stairs to the apartment, our laughter filling the space around us.

An hour later, Nate is opening the shop, and I’m about to give my mom a call. Things have been so busy that I haven’t had a chance to talk to her since her text message.

My mom has always been a free spirit, so it doesn’t surprise me that she told me to stay. Sometimes it feels like she knows me better than I know myself. She would never hold me back from something, and me moving to Hawaii would be seen as an adventure to her, and not me leaving her behind.

“I was wondering when you were going to call,” she says as soon as she picks up the call. “No response to my text, no phone call. If I were any other type of parent, I would have panicked that you were dead.”

I laugh at her joke. She’s right. Most parents would panic not hearing from their child after a message like hers, but she’s always been this way, calm and rational.

“I know. Things got a little crazy here after the memorial,” I start, letting out a hard breath. “Dad left half the shop to me and half to Nate. And then I had to tell him I was staying, and Mom, oh my god, he told me he loves me.”

It’s a bit of a rambling mess, but she picks up on it all, letting out a laugh. “Of course he loves you, Sage. Any fool could see that. I noticed it the second I saw you two together. He’s perfect for you.”

“It really does feel that way. Almost like…”

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