Heat Wave

I step out of the doors to see Kate, Johnny and Daniel all staring at me from the bar.

“Hey, get your butt over here,” Kate says, waving me over.

I sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying to keep my smiling to a minimum.

“What’s up?” she repeats. She’s tucked a red hibiscus behind her ear that matches her Moonwater Inn tank top. Which reminds me, I need to get one of those. “First of all, where were you last night?”

I roll my eyes and avoid looking at Daniel. “Why does everyone keep asking me that? I turned in early.”

“Did you really?” she asks. Because the light was on in your room all night,” she says. “And I called out to you but you never answered.”

Shit.

“I passed out. I don’t know what Dan was serving but they were just as potent as that fucking luau punch.”

“You did look really tired,” Daniel says carefully. “Must have been the turkey.”

“That’s exactly what it was,” I say, giving him a grateful smile. “Anyway, I’m zonked right now as it is. Think I’m going to go for a walk on the beach and clear my head.”

Then I get out of there before they can grill me anymore.

The rain has moved in again, a light drizzle that makes the night come alive. Everything smells like the world is being born again, every flower perfumes the air, making it sweet and heady. The earthy loam of the wet grass and soil, the tang of the waves.

I try to inhale it all but my breath is shaking. I’m too nervous, too excited. My heart is dancing, skipping, spinning around inside me.

My feet sink into the damp sand and I walk along the shore, going around the large dark lava rocks that dot the beach. Then I see him, up by the plumeria bushes, his tall silhouette backlit by one of the beach houses.

“Hey,” I whisper to him. “Sorry to make you wait in the rain.”

“I’ve been waiting for you for seven years,” he says, “a little rain is nothing.”

He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me to him. I breathe him in deeply, my nose to his chest. I can’t help but run my hands down his sides, kissing him, before I drop to my knees and sink into the wet sand.

He stares down at me with hooded lids. “I see.”

“The other night I couldn’t finish what I got started,” I tell him, unbuttoning his pants.

He grins, wicked, devious, and helps me out, unzipping and taking his cock out.

Even in the dim light from the houses in the background, I’m mesmerized by the hardness of his cock as it bobs in front of me, the rain as it falls on us, highlighting his length. I wrap my fingers around the thick base of his shaft, tentative at first. I’m eager for him, to have him come inside my mouth, to feel his desire, but it’s been such a long time since I have given someone a blow job, I don’t want to rush it.

I take in a deep breath and slowly, carefully slide his tip through my lips. My eyes fall closed at the sound of his moan. The taste of him hits my tongue and spurs something deep inside of me, making me crave him even more.

“Oh hell,” he murmurs as his voice breaks into a groan, grabbing my hair and tugging, which brings a moan out of me, the vibrations spreading outward. I slide my lips to the end then stroke along the underside of his shaft with my tongue, feeling how hot his skin is, smoothing over every vein and rock-hard ridge. Fuck, he feels beautiful.

“Look at me,” he says, voice hoarse. “I want you to watch me watching you.”

I look up, rain in my eyes, slowly bringing his length out of my mouth, and our eyes meet in a torrent of lust. Slowly, so slowly, I slide him back into my wet lips.

It’s too much for him to handle. He pinches his eyes shut, forehead wrinkled, mouth dropping open as he sucks in air, a deep groan rattling through his chest. All because of me.

With my confidence up and this man in my hands, I want to take my time, watch him slowly succumb. The power I feel is incredible and while he may be getting his world rocked, I’m feeling on top of mine.

The moans that come out of his mouth now as I work him steadily with my hands, lips, and tongue, are becoming lower, like they’re rising from a deeper, more animalistic side of him. I want his complete surrender, here on this beach, in my mouth, all because of me. I want him to crave me to the point of insanity. The rain continues to fall, adding to the wildness of the moment.

His legs stiffen and his body becomes strained, the tension building inside him. I glance up and our eyes meet briefly and his glazed expression tells me that he’s in awe, that at least for now, he’s mine and at my mercy.