Page 80 of Pretty Please Me
I belt out the bridge, my voice powerful and commanding as I hit every note, and the crowd soars into applause, screaming and shouting on the floor. I let myself go as I belt out the notes of the song on stage, bearing my soul to Sam and everyone in the crowd.
Chills cover my body as the lyrics feel so true, as if I could’ve written them myself. I feel like art is the only thing that can unite people with a common emotion and make them feel seen for even the most unique of circumstances.
A crowd forms at the front of the stage as people jump up from their seats and jump up and down to the music. My eyes search the dark bar until they land on Sam, whose eyes are trained on me as he watches me with a look of pride and amusement.
I do my best Hayley Williams impersonation as I C-Walk and dance on the stage, feeling like I’m someone else entirely, and the crowd goes crazy. I don’t think there was a timeline for this version of me to exist without Sam pushing me to start loving myself first.
Tears sting my eyes as I finish the last verse, my throat constricting around the words. Then the lights go down, and I bow. When I look up again, Sam’s standing at the corner of the stage, waiting for me. He motions for me to come closer, and I grin as I make my way off the stage. The crowd spots him, too, and starts chanting his name.
“Come with me,” he whispers with a mischievous grin.
I follow him out of the lively bar pulsing with energy onto the beach in the pitch-black night. I honestly don’t care where he’s taking me right now. I’d follow him anywhere because I trust him that much.
When we’re finally out of eyesight of the bar, and there are no lights except from the moon, he pulls me into him and kisses me like he’s suffocating and I’m his only source of air. “Fuck, that was hot, Maggie,” he says between frantic kisses. “I wanted to punish you tonight, but you completely made up for it.” He bites my lip and hisses, his hands cupping my ass like I’m anchoring him to the earth.
He drops to his knees, and I follow, our mouths never separating as he pushes his hands up my shirt. My hands find the buttons of his shirt as I begin to undress him, pushing his shirt off and loving how his skin feels beneath my palm.
“We’re in public, baby. I can’t promise no one will see us,” he warns as I unbuckle his belt and his shorts.
“Let them watch,” I whisper in between kisses. Sam lets out a growl as he pulls my shirt off and unclasps my bra, his movements wild and hungry. I love this side of him and that I can bring out his inner monster, the part of himself that he fears the most because he can’t control it. He pulls my shorts down along with my panties in one swift movement, and I stop him before he can pounce on me. “Wait.”
He stills his hands on my hips, our heavy breathing and the ocean the only sounds between us.
I stand and pull him up with me and lead him toward the shore, the warm water lapping at our feet, sending a rush of adrenaline up my spine. “I’ve always wanted to go skinny dipping. I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance like this,” I admit, feeling embarrassed because it’s such a silly thing.
Sam presses his hard cock against my back and wraps my braid around his hand, then licks the side of my neck. “What are you waiting for, then, Ariel?”
We slowly walk into the water, the rough waves lapping at our knees. It’s a little chilly the deeper you get, but I feel so alive that I don’t mind the cold. On the next wave, I force myself down so that it splashes over my head as Sam tightly holds me around my waist.
A giggly squeal escapes me, and I throw my head back and laugh, letting all the confidence and whimsy of the night cover my skin in a protective coating.
“What are you thinking?” Sam asks as he slides his hand up my belly, grazing underneath my breast.
“I’m thinking that this is fun, and I’m happy.” I turn to face Sam, drinking in his features under the light of the moon. “You changed me, Sam. You showed me what it feels like to love myself, and you gave me space to discover everything I want.” I brush my hands down his abdomen, feeling his hard pecks and abs before finally taking his long, thick cock in my hands. I pump him a couple of times, loving how he responds to my touch. It’s like I wield the power of the universe.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “You changed yourself, don’t give me credit for that. This is all you, Mags.” He pushes my wet hair from my face and kisses me deeply, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and giving it a tiny nibble. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my legs around his back and pulling his hard cock against me.
“You’re playing with fire; you know that?” He growls as he grips my ass, and I wiggle so his cock perfectly lines up with my entrance.
“I’m not afraid of you, Sam,” I whisper between kisses.
Sam’s grip tightens, and he pushes into me right there in the ocean. I throw my head back and arch my back, relishing the burn of his cock stretching me, the way he fills me up, sliding in and out. “Yes,” I cry as his hot lips suck my nipple into his mouth. Then he’s carrying me out of the water, the cold air nipping my skin with each step to shore.
He’s careful when he breaks us apart and lays down on the rough, wet sand, stoking his cock with one hand and the other propped behind his head.
I stand for a moment in confusion. Why is he lying down?
He taps his thighs. “Come on, Maggie. This is your last lesson. You want to be a good lay? You need to know how to ride dick.”
Anxiety starts to creep up, but I push it back down, reminding myself of just how badass I’ve become. I let my instincts take over and climb on top of him as I lower myself onto his hard length.
Sam grips my waist as I rock back and forth, loving how he feels so full inside of me as I explore different angles. “I wish I could have this view burned into my memory. You look so hot right now. Your full tits bouncing as you ride my cock.” He slaps my ass, and I let out a little shriek in surprise grinding myself on him harder, until I find an angle that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I rock my hips back and forth as the warm tingly sensation builds in my core. My clit throbs as the ocean breeze tickles and kisses my skin, and I feel like I’m a part of something so much bigger than sex. Life in every form circles around me as I move against Sam’s body, feeling empowered and invigorated on a cellular level.
“You ride my dick so good, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.” He pinches my nipples and grips my hips like a lifeline as I ride him. “Goddammit, Maggie, I lo–” He stops himself and falls silent, gripping me so tight I’m bound to have bruises in the morning, but I don’t care.
I lean up a little, brushing my clit across him before grinding myself in a circle, and the orgasm builds just under the surface. I do it again and again, my movements growing harder each time until every muscle in my body tightens and warmth floods from my feet all the way up my body. An explosion erupts inside me so strong that I can’t control myself as I fall apart riding out the waves of pleasure. Just when I think it’s come to an end, another rush finds me again and again.
