Page 14 of Beyond the Cage
He switches them, placing his on my head and mine on his. With a giant smile he can’t see, I take his hand and climb on behind him.
At the end of a very short ride to Lighthouse Beach, he pulls into a parking space and I climb down. While removing my helmet, I watch him dismount and do the same. I fetch my sunglasses from my bag so I can ogle him the way I really want to. The sleeves of his T-shirt are stretched to their limits and may rip at any moment. When he breathes in, his chest expands, further accentuating his defined pecs. I lower my gaze, taking in his narrow waist and the way his shorts hang on his hips. Licking my lips, I drop it lower, remembering the picture on my phone. I cross my legs, trying to contain the twitching between my thighs. He is sin incarnate, and I do believe I’m going to Hell, happily.
He reaches for my hand and I thread my fingers through his. “You come to the beach a lot, don’t you?”
He nods.
“I figured. I really don’t see you in a tanning salon.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, shaking his head in a firm ‘no’. I did say Idon’tsee him in a tanning salon. What’s with the look?
“You probably wouldn’t fit on the tanning bed anyway.”Sothere.
I stick my tongue out at him and he throws his head back, laughing. When his laughter dies down to a chuckle, he releases me to pay for our passes. With that taken care of, he reaches for my hand once more.
“You’re getting pretty good at this hand-holding thing,” I observe.
He smiles and gives my fingers a gentle squeeze as we head for the beach. It isbeautiful. The waves of Lake Michigan ebb and flow, caressing the white-sand shore. The smell of sand and sea tickles my senses as I focus on the Grosse Point Lighthouse standing in the distance, once a beacon for ships sailing to Chicago.
It isn’t crowded but he still picks an isolated spot, far from the other patrons. After I spread a blanket on the sand, he removes his shirt and drops it there. While he unbuttons his shorts, he jerks his head toward the water.
“Sunblock first.”
I reach into my bag and pull out the bottle while I watch him undress. Under his shorts, he’s wearing blue Polo swim trunks that land a few inches above his knees. Nothing like the trunks Daniel Craig wore inCasino Royale. Darn it.
While I apply sunblock to my face and arms, he stands there with his hands on his hips, watching and waiting. Apparently, he’s decided he’s not going in without me. I stare at him pointedly.
“You, too.”
We can’t afford to get that beautiful body sunburned. There’s a glint in his eyes as he drops down between my legs, facing away from me.Holy Mary, Jesus, and Joseph! He wantsmeto do it? Okay…deep breath…I can do this.
“It’s quite a lot of ground to cover.” I giggle.
He smiles at me over his shoulder as I squeeze lotion into my palm. I hand him the bottle and tell him to get his legs; there is no way I could go that close to his crotch and not touch it.
Tentatively, I place my hands on his shoulders. He goes taut and the muscles bunch in his back. I rub the lotion in slowly, making small circles. He passes the bottle back to me and I add more to my palm. I move down his back, feeling his corded muscles and the way they move beneath my touch. Unwillingly, I stop at the waistband of his shorts and move to his huge arms. To get a better angle, I move around him and straddle his hips. He watches me with hooded eyes as I massage the lotion into his skin. Lord, he feels amazing! I wonder if he can feel my pussy twitching.
I move to his face, tracing the contours of his perfect features. He closes his eyes and leans back on his hands. I swallow hard as I look down at his chest, my hands shaking a little as I refill on lotion. He lies back on the blanket, offering himself up to my roving hands. I start at his stomach, running my fingers across his six-pack, watching with glee as his muscles jump.
“Okay?” I ask.
He dips his head once in acknowledgement, but I notice the strain on his face. I know I’m playing with fire here, but hey…YOLO. I pull my cover-up over my head and toss it aside. His eyes open wide and his hands move to my hips.
“You like? A little birdy told me blue is your favorite color.”
He zeroes in on my breasts and bites into his bottom lip. I can feel him hardening, and I shift my position so I’m sitting directly on his crotch. He sinks his fingers into my hips as I move up to his pecs, continuing my sunblock mission. As my hands move over his chest, his left pectoral jumps. My eyes widen and I clap like an exuberant child.
“Do that again.”
He gives me a sexy smirk and it jumps again. It’s followed by the right, and then both of them simultaneously.
“Ooh…I like that! I wonder if I can do it.” I stare down at my breasts, putting all my concentration into getting them to move. Nothing happens. “Oh, well. I’ll just be content with watching you do it.”
I return my gaze to him and his is glued to my breasts again.
“I’m up here, mister.” His eyes slide lazily up to mine and I shake my head. “Have you even seen past my rack yet?”
Slowly, his hands slide to my ass and he gives my cheeks a squeeze.
