Page 11 of On The Beach

I liked that about Mick; he took charge. I'd had sex with enough men to know that wasn't the easiest thing for men to do, and many of them just kinda hung around (hung beingthe operative word) and waited for the woman to get off and get him off. Mick participated.

"Suck harder, Belle." He held my head and fucked my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was prepared for him to come in my mouth, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled out and threw me on his couch.

He dove between my legs, head first, and began to work my pussy,again. A man who liked to eat you out was a gift from the gods, and I wasn't about to tell him to stop. I'd had men who'd gone down on me, but like everything else, not many knew that just licking and sucking wasn't enough; you had tofindthe clitoris and…yeah, suckle it the way Mick was.

He used his teeth, but it wasn't painful, just another bite of pleasure. He nipped at my clit and then soothed by flicking his tongue back and forth across that nub of nerves.

I'd come twice, so I knew it probably wasn't going to happen again.

But then I hadn't fucked a man like Mick—so, I came again, and he put on a condom and got inside me as soon as I started to peak.

"You milk my cock so good, Babycakes." He kissed me, and I tasted myself, finding it inexorably erotic.

When he came, I closed my eyes and dozed off. I hadn't slept properly in days, and then I had that hangover, and now my body was sated and satisfied. I just needed a little?—

"Babycakes, time for you to go back to your hotel." Captain Mick was smiling at me when I opened my eyes.

Was he kicking me out?Well, fuck that.

We'd gone at it all night, and since I could see the pink and orange skies above the ocean, I was guessing that it was the butt crack of dawn.

"What time is it?" I stretched on the couch, feeling sleepy.

I was usually not comfortable with nudity, but after all the things we'd done, I felt pretty liberated.

"Spread your legs, Babycakes, let me eat you like you're an oyster."

He had such a way with words!

"It's time for you to leave."

My, my, aren't we persistent?

"Captain, I need a shower."

His eyes flashed with irritation. "The shower is broken."

"Since when?"

Oh, come on, he didn't mess up the shower just to get me out of here, did he?

"Since I moved in. My shower is the waterfall. You wanna shower there?"

I stood up lazily. "Sounds lovely. Lead the way."

I slid my feet into my flip-flops and looked around for something to wear. His T-shirt was on the floor, so I picked it up and slipped it over my head. It came to my knees, and I hummed in delight. I just had sex with the best-looking man I'd ever laid my eyes on, and now I was in his shirt like this was a romance novel.

"Babe, I need you to leave. I've got things to do and places to be."

Babe? What happened to Babycakes?

"Babe, I need you to take me to this waterfall so I can clean up. I know you want me to leave. I don't want to until I take a showerandhave a cup of coffee."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm asking you to fucking leave."

"I know. But I want what I want. Give me what I want, and then I'll get out of your hair."

I knew he was surprised that I wasn't making a huge fuss about his uncouth behavior, but he forgot that I'd been sleeping with nerds and scientists who had the etiquette of…actually, they had none.

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