Page 58 of Out Of Time

Remi scanned the beach again for good measure, then grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest “Feel that? My heart is pounding.”

And it was.

Max took her hand and placed it on his dick. “Feel that? So is my need for you.”

Remi’s face lit up with a wild smile. Her hands frantically undid his belt and his zipper, tugging his suit pants down as much as she could with the weight of his body holding them in place. Max, seeing her struggle to undress him, pushed his body up with her still sitting on his lap, and with one hand managed to maneuver his pants and briefs just low enough to free his cock.

“I can’t believe we’re about to fuck on the beach,” Remi laughed.

“Not long ago, I was nervous to share a bottle of lemonade with you in this same exact spot, now look at us. Look how far we’ve come,” he teased.

Remi lifted herself to straddle him, her knees pressing into the blanket on the sand, her hips hovering above him as Max took his hard length in one hand and held it ready for her. Remi wiggled her hips, teasing against his tip before slowly easing all the way down, taking him deep with the weight of her body.

“Fuck,” he said, biting his lip.

“I know,” she agreed, her head falling back, “your dick is my favorite thing ever.”

“No, I meant,fuck, fuck. No protection,” he said, realizing in their idiotic lust-filled moment that they had forgotten how important that particular step was.

“Oh. Fuck,” she said, agreeing.

“I hate how good this feels, Rem,” he said, looking down at their bodies locked together.

“I don’t. I know I should, but I don’t. Yes, to everything, Max. And right now, yes to me fucking you on the beach. We’ll sort out the bad choices later. Right now, we’re already this far in, let's enjoy it.”

Max didn’t waste another second with worry. He gripped her waist and raised her off his dick to the tip before letting her slide back down. The stretch of her around his girth was enough to cause his heart to miss a beat.

He lifted her again, this time meeting her as she came down with a quick thrust of his own. Remi winced as he hit her deep inside, but that didn't stop her from taking him again and again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, using him as leverage as she began to move her body, taking him to the hilt, then sliding up. Rolling her hips with each thrust, his strong hands helped to guide her, lift her, pressing her hard against him.

“This feels way too good,” Max said through gritted teeth, his hands both gripping her ass while also keeping her cotton shorts pulled to the side as Remi took over completely. She worked her body expertly; thrusting, rolling, and those sounds she made—he wouldn’t last much longer.

Heavy, steady moans escaped her as her rhythmic movements halted, and her body stiffened. She clenched onto his shoulders; her sex pulsing around him.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized in a whimper, her face buried in his neck. “I can’t move, I’m coming so hard.”

The way her body tensed around him, trembling with release as she held onto him with all her strength, he lost it completely. If she couldn’t move, he would have to take over. He lifted her off his dick, then pressed her down into his lap forcefully as his hips pushed up against hers. Lifting her body one last time, he thrusted up into her, holding her tight against him as he came harder than he had ever experienced before.

Remi’s head crashed into his shoulder, their breathing erratic from the sex, the thrill, and the wild abandon they had both just displayed. Not smart by any means, but so fucking worth it. Max had never felt so wild and alive.

He pulled the sides of the blanket up to wrap around his naked ass, and to cover Remi as she lifted herself from his lap, his come deep inside her. A situation he had never put himself in before, possibly problematic, and yet it made his heart race with a weird sense of pride, to be in her that way. Raw. Real. His. She was his, and he wanted her this way for the rest of his life.

“Maybe we should head back to the house,” he said, trailing kisses along her shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t stay out here and push our luck,” she agreed, looking around with a dubious smile on her face. The fear of being caught was over. They had done it, they had sex on the beach, and neither of them was headed to jail for indecent exposure—another win for the books tonight.

Remi stood, her shorts stretched out around her thighs. His dick stirred at the sight of her like this and thoughts of his orgasm dripping from her as she walked across the beach made him crazy with lust. As if knowing his very thoughts, she sarcastically rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll need a shower,” she said, leaning down to pick up the blanket.

“Me too, I think I might have some sand in my ass,” he joked. “I’ll start one for you when we get home.”

Home. It fell from his lips with ease. He didn’t know if she planned to stay, but he would have her if she would.

Max gripped the other end of the blanket, taking it in his hands like he had that first day on the beach after their picnic. As if on cue, they both walked together, bringing the ends of the sandy blanket to meet up, chest to chest. Max thought of how he wanted to kiss her the first time they did this, and how he wasn’t sure if she wanted to be kissed by a man like him.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, and her lips met him there with no uncertainty, no unknowns, no what-ifs.

He kissed her with confidence backing it, because he could, and because she wanted him to. It was nice to be so certain of one thing when the rest of his life was spiraling into the great unknown.

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