Heat Wave

He goes back on the beach and grabs the longboard, hauling it into the water beside us.

“Wait a minute,” I tell him, treading water where the bottom slopes into a sandy hole created by the waves. “You still owe me a surf.”

“This is about you.”

“Yes and you promised me ‘Purple Rain.’ Now get on the board and show the student who the master really is.”

“Master,” he muses, eyes twinkling. “I like the sound of that.”

I pat the board and swim toward the shore until my feet touch again. “I mean it. Sing.”

“You do realize I made that all up, don’t you?”

I stare at him in confusion. “What? Made what up?”

He bites his lip, trying to keep his smile in check. “The whole ‘sing a song and ride the wave’ deal. It was complete horseshit. Made it up on the spot.”

I blink. “Are you kidding me?”

He’s grinning now. “Nah. I just wanted to hear how bad of a singer you were.”

“You asshole!” I smack him on his arm.

“But it worked!” he protests, shrinking away from me. “You caught that wave and rode it.”

“While looking like a total idiot!”

“You only sounded like a total idiot.”

I growl at him and smack him once more. “You know what? You owe me now on principle. Get up on the damn board and sing me some Prince!”

He hesitates until I give him my most venomous look. With a heavy sigh, he concedes. “Fine, fine. I guess it’s only fair.”

“Fuck yeah it’s fair,” I tell him.

He climbs onto the board and lies on it, looking over his shoulder at the waves. There’s one swell coming that would have been too big for me.

“That one,” I tell him.

He cocks his eyebrow. “Now who’s the bossy one?”

I swim away from him, heading toward the peak of where the waves are breaking and hang back there for the best vantage point, then turn back to see him start to paddle.

“Sing, bitch!” I yell.

He gives me something like a snarl and then starts. “I never meant to cause you any sorrow.” Like his Robert Plant impression, his Prince impression is dead on.

Even so, I yell, “Louder!”

“I never meant to cause you any pain!” he sings as he glides past me, getting on the board in such an effortless manner, like it’s as second nature to him as breathing, eating, fucking. Every muscle ripples, from his rigid abs, to his shoulders to his arms, and he truly looks one with the board, with the ocean, with the world.

“Purple rain,” he belts out, over and over again as he cruises toward the shore, the water shredding behind him. Once he reaches the beach, he hops off, grabs the board and comes back in towards me.

“Well?” he asks, pushing his wet hair off his forehead, a wet Adonis.

“That was something else,” I admit. “Color me impressed.”

“Color you purple?”

“Color me anything. You’re a triple threat. You can sing, surf and…”

“Make you come like crazy.”

My cheeks grow hot. I like to think it’s the sun. “Well in that case it’s countless since you have this habit of making me come over and over again.”

“You got a problem with that?” he murmurs, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me toward him. His eyes have gone from being light and teasing to half-glazed with arousal.

It’s funny how just a look from him can get my body humming and ticking like a finely tuned engine. I wrap my legs around his waist and he slips his fingers to the front of my bathing suit, rubbing them against me.

“Here?” I ask, looking around. We are definitely in public and though the nearest surfers are about halfway down the beach and there are some people sunbathing on shore, I have no doubt it would be pretty obvious if we were to screw right here and now.

Then again, I’m living a world of firsts lately.

“No one will know,” he whispers, leaning over and taking my lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it.

A small moan escapes from my lips, the pressure from his fingers growing harder. He reaches down with his other hand to free his cock from his shorts while I grab the board and lean back against it with my arms spread out.

“Can you touch the bottom?’” I ask as his lips go to my neck, sucking the salt water off of me.

“Mmhmm.” He pushes aside my bikini bottom and runs the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing oh so slowly.

To be honest, I’ve never had sex in the water before, and I’m grateful that he gets me wet and ready so fast, because when he starts to push in, it’s friction city. I suck in my breath, my fingers digging into the surfboard, trying to hold on.

“Just breathe,” he tells me, licking my earlobe. “I’ll take it slow until you tell me otherwise.”

I nod and let out my breath, feeling myself expand around him. The pressure of his fingers on on my clit fill me with an aching hollowness, like I need more of him inside, like I’ll never have enough of him.