On The Rocks

When I was seventeen and on the Junior Pro tour, I surfed Pipeline at Oahu’s North Shore for the first time and the exhilaration of the moment almost killed me. I literally thought my heart would jump out of my chest it was beating so hard when I caught the first wave in my heat. It was the biggest water I had surfed in my young career and, in my entire life to date, it was the most thrilling moment.

Until now.

Now I’d have to say the moment Gabby nodded at me… giving me the go ahead to have her… it knocked the Pipe clear out of my memory. Because now my heart is hammering with nuclear thunder at the mere prospect that I’ll be sunk deep inside of her before too long, and I’m almost drunk with pleasure just knowing that.

She looks at me, right this very moment, with heat and desire, and I have never wanted another woman the way I want her now. If I could freeze this moment in time, bottle this feeling, and sell it, I’d be a fucking millionaire ten times over.

I contemplate exactly what I’m going to do to her… what will make her writhe against me or what will make her scream the loudest. I’m just about set on throwing her over my shoulder to carry her into my bedroom when she reaches out and grabs ahold of the waistband of my jeans, sinking her fingers inside. My gaze snaps up to hers and I see a bit of a challenge in those green-gold eyes, just before she lowers her gaze and unsnaps the button.

She doesn’t have an ounce of hesitation… dragging my zipper down assuredly and peeling the fly apart. I was hard just from the first touch of my finger at the base of her throat, but when she pulls her lower lip in between her teeth, gazing at her hands as they grip onto the denim, I swell to almost painful proportions.

Gabby slips her fingers under the edge of my underwear and I suck the air between my teeth when she burrows down and takes my dick in her hand, squeezing me gently.

Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and mutter, “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yes, it does,” she murmurs, and then releases me, only to grab my jeans and underwear and push them down past my hips, all the way to my ankles. She drops to her knees before me, pulling my clothes off and tossing them aside. She looks back up at me, her mouth hovering just in front of my cock, and I watch, spellbound, as she takes me in her hands again. Peeking up at me briefly, she leans in to lick the tip.

Electric fire courses through me and I jerk forward, right into her open mouth. I feel like I’m falling down the rabbit hole as she takes me all the way in and sucks hard against me, causing my knees to practically buckle from the intense feeling of pleasure.

My eyes fly open and I grab her shoulders, pulling her off and into a standing position. Her eyes are fevered and glazed, as she looks at me in confusion.

“Can’t have you doing that just right now, Gabs. I’m barely maintaining my control as it is.”

I pull her in hard, crushing her body into mine, and kiss her with an almost violent passion. She responds with equal zeal, and our teeth clash while our tongues duel. Her hands reach out to find my cock and, once her fingers circle around me, I’m almost driven to my knees again. Her touch is just that catastrophic to my senses.

Quickly grabbing at her, I encircle her wrists and pull her hands away, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth and biting down. She jerks forward, and her skin practically burns mine, even as she tries to evade my grasp so she can touch me again. If she keeps it up, I’ll spill in her hand like a fucking kid in junior high, jacking off to his dad’s Playboys.

“Am I going to have to restrain you?” I growl at her, leaning down to suck at her neck.

She laughs at me, her voice husky and dripping sex. “Maybe,” she taunts.

I sort of knew that Gabby would be a hellion in the bedroom. She had too much fire not to be, and I’m pretty sure I have my hands full.