Page 98 of Ride the Wave

‘That’s the last time I try to be good,’ he growls, before he moves his hand from my hip down between my legs. My lips part with a ragged sigh and he breaks into a devilish grin. ‘Oh,fuck, you’re so ready for me.’

I whimper, merciless and reckless at his touch. I rock against him and he lets out a tortured groan, the thin material of his board shorts doing little to contain his erection.

He moves his hand back to my hip, frown lines deepening across his forehead.

‘Do you have a condom on you?’ he asks through gritted teeth.

I shake my head and he closes his eyes, muttering something under his breath that I can’t make out. My hands move to the side of his face, cupping his carved jaw, my brain marvelling at this gorgeous man.

‘Leo,’ I begin softly, but he cuts me off, his whole body tense beneath me.

‘I don’t have any in the car,’ he says, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

‘I didn’t expect you to.’

His eyes flash open at me and I smile, entertained by his reaction.

‘I’m on the pill,’ I tell him, leaning forwards to kiss his lips, unable to resist them any longer.

‘I’m clean,’ he says, his eyebrows knitted together as I draw back. ‘And it’s been a long time since I was with anyone. But I need you to be sure before we—’

‘You want me to beg you, Leo?’

His breath catches, as I rock against him, the feel of his huge, hard length rubbing between my legs making my body ache with heat and my heart race. I’m not going to last long, I can already tell. My hands fall to his shoulders, using him to balance as I lift my weight up and sink down on him again.

‘Is that what you want?’ I ask, a thrill shooting through me as he moans, shutting his eyes again, his hips pressing up into me. ‘Because if that’s what it takes…’

Leaning forwards, I brush my lips against his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Leo. Fuck me right here in your car. Now,please.’

His hand shoots to his shorts, pulling them down and releasing his cock, pressing it at my entrance before I spread a bit more to slide down on top of him, both of us groaning together in ecstasy. I don’t take him fully inside me at first, waiting until I sink down a second time to fill myself with his thick, hard length, gasping as I feel him pulse inside me. His eyes roll back, his lower lip dropping as I lower onto him.

‘You feel incredible,’ he grunts out, moaning as I lift up and push down onto him again, addicted to watching him like this, wanting more and more.

His hands grab my hips, lifting me up and down on top of him, picking up rhythm, our breathing heavy and laboured. As I lose myself in the pleasure of how full and good he feels, I let my head fall back and roll my hips, grinding my clit against him and moaning loudly. I can’t help it, he feels too good, I don’t care who hears.

‘Oh my fucking God,’ he rasps, bringing one of his hands between my legs, his thumb working at my clit, drawing fast circles and making me clench. ‘You’re so tight, so perfect. So wet and tight.Fuck.’

The rough desperation in his voice spurs me on faster and harder, the thought of him being close to coming making a burst of heat erupt through my body, the throbbing ache between my legs picking up at a dazzling rate. I dip my head to kiss him, my fingers tangling themselves into his hair and gripping it, his grunts and groans melting into my mouth, sending tingles down my spine. I love that it’s me getting those sounds out of him, that it’s me that’s made him this hard and throbbing, that it’s me he wants.

‘Fuck, yes, Leo,’ I cry as he moves me up and down, his thumb massaging my clit, making my muscles tighten and flutter around him. ‘I’m close.’

He doesn’t need to tell me he’s on the edge of release; I can feel it, I can see it in his expression. I grind my hips into him, the pressure building and building inside me until I can’t hold out any longer. One more deep thrust and I tip over, waves of pleasure unfurling through my entire body, my legs trembling as they clench against him and I ride out the orgasm. He comes at the same time, spilling into me and groaning expletives through shaky breaths, his head slamming back against the headrest before he lets it roll forwards, pressing the top of his head against my chest that’s heaving with every breath.

When he lifts it to look at me, his hands reach up to brush my hair away from my face, his eyes full of warmth and wonder.

‘Christ, that was…’ He exhales, struggling to find the right word, but I know it’s a good one because he relaxes into a wide grin, which is so cute and sexy, it makes me want to fuck him all over again.

‘I know,’ I say quietly, my heart thrumming in my chest.

‘Iris Gray,’ he says, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. ‘You may just be my dream girl.’

27

My first and last real summer romance was when I was eighteen years old. I was travelling with a friend through Europe after we’d finished school and we were having the time of our life making our way from one amazing city to another, with no set plans for anywhere at any time. We’d show up to a city, find a hostel where we could stay and if we liked it there, we’d stay for a few days, or if we didn’t think it was quite our vibe, we’d pack up our backpacks and head to the next destination. We were young, we were single, we were free of responsibilities and worries – and we met some brilliant people along the way.

One of those people was Romain, who we met in Hvar, Croatia.

Travelling with a group of friends from Paris, Romain was staying at the same hostel as us, and to say he and I hit it off would be an understatement. He was gorgeous, funny, smart, and the French accent is top-tier sexy. I saw him making eyes at me the first night of our stay when his group invited us to join them heading out for the evening, and as soon as we got talking, that was it. I was hooked.

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