Page 51 of Sunshine
I’m pretty sure my yelp can be heard clear across the water to the other side but then so can the peal of giggles that follow. At least until I realize I’m giggling. Tess Harlow doesn’t giggle. Ever. Paige is the giggler. I’m the sarcastic, closed-off bitch.
“This is no laughing matter, young lady,” he growls, shoving the cardigan out of the way to lay a sharp swat on the seat of my tights. His hand feels amazing as it rests on my bottom, warm and large. He rubs my backside absently as he whistles. “Tights, Sunshine? You know just what I like.” The warmth of his hand leaves and he spanks again, but this time there’s no pause for that delicious rubbing, just matter-of-fact swatting increasing in heaviness and speed until any possible words between us would be swallowed by the swift whacks, squeals and moans.
How can I be moaning over being spanked like a naughty little girl? Is it his strong, sturdy lap? His firm, no-nonsense demand for obedience, or his lighthearted playful side? He’s not taking it easy on me and yet the burn he’s creating seems directly connected to my quickly melting core.
When he lets up, I roll over on his lap and he wraps his arms around me, cradling me there. My face is hot, my breath a little labored and my heart pounds between my thighs.
He looks down at me, his eyes warm and filled with desire. I gulp. I’d written it a hundred times and never once did I truly understand it. How can a look show desire? But now I know, it’s right before my eyes.
I shiver as a chilly wind whips at us, blowing up my tank top which is askew from my squirming. He looks down my braless chest, focusing on what I’m sure are my hard nipples, and even after the shot of cool sea air, I feel hot. My breasts tingle and nipples tighten further. He licks his lips, not salaciously though, more unconsciously, like in his mind he’s imagining the taste of me.
When his eyes come back to mine, a zing shoots through me and time slows. Case pulls me up, his eyes landing on my lips, and he yanks me right to his mouth.
His lips, soft but demanding, take mine, and I melt against his hard body. His hot mouth and teasing tongue own me with each slow strokeand nibble. I reach up, looping my arms around his neck, my grip almost desperate, and my tongue darts out to taste his, sending a lightning bolt of raw need through me.
Case moans into my mouth but keeps the kiss slow and deliberate, controlling the pace and depth. When his thumb circles on one of my tight aching nipples. I arch, my body begging him for more. He obliges swooping down to kiss my neck, and then further to my breasts, playing with my nipples through the material of my tank. I gasp at the roughness when he clamps down with firm lips, but I ache for more.
“Please,” I say, the words a scratchy whisper. He looks at me, eyes intense on mine and yanks my tank top down, exposing one breast without breaking our stare.
“As you wish, Sunshine.” His words are graveled with desire too. He cups my breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand before looking down to admire it. Needy for his touch, I thrust my chest toward him. His appreciation at the sight is a strangled sounding groan. “Fucking beautiful.”
My hands grapple his hair when his mouth lowers and closes over one naked bud, his hand cupping the other a moment before tugging it free of its tank-top prison. His rough callused thumb works that nipple while he tongues the other. Flames lick my insides, and I rock on his lap giving him more of my breasts. Case suckles me, but lets his other hand wander down, scraping the backs of those tatted fingers against my ribs and then my stomach. I quiver when his hand slips into the band of my tights and whimper when he cups my mound.
“I’m going to make this mine,” he rasps as he releases my nipple.
Slipping a single finger beneath the gusset of my panties, he touches me delicately, way too softly for such big, manly biker. “So soft,” he whispers. A dark, dangerous chuckle follows as his finger parts me.
It only takes one touch to my sensitive nub for me to gasp sharply and arch. I’ve been touched a hundred times, but it never felt like this. Always a rough swipe to check for readiness, or an almost clinical touch to map out where my entrance was.
“Touch me, please,” I say adjusting myself on his lap, my bottom sinking a little between his parted thighs, my own spreading wider to give him better access. “I’ve never been touched quite like this,” I gasp again.
He’s slowly and gently circling my clit, increasing and decreasing pressure as he plays, sometimes tapping it like a button on a video game controller which doesn’t sound sexy at all, but oh, god it is. It feels so good it makes my insides jump like a fucking Mario brother. I squirm, desperate to give him more room to work.
“You’re so fucking hot and wet.” He ends his sentence by leaning down to kiss me, biting my bottom lip and tugging it slowly between his teeth until I’m free. He smiles at me, wickedly and his whole hand is beneath my panties. It’s a little awkward with my tights but he says nothing, just slides a finger inside me. The heel of his hand bumps my clit deliberately with each stroke and I’m panting before long.
I reach for his crotch, feeling his rock-hard length through his jeans and smooth my palm over it, squeezing. It lurches beneath my hand but before I can pull his zipper down to feel its silky smoothness, I throw my head back, panting with the building tension coiling tighter inside me. It’s so much, maybe too much, but I need it… I need it to never stop.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, and thankfully he doesn’t.
Lightning flashes and my cry of pleasure is snatched away by the crashing ocean. I come over the crest, squeezing his cock as I do. The pulsing of my pussy has me whimpering and before I’ve even fully come down from the best high of my life, Case rises, holding me in his arms. He kisses me then, and it’s sweet and gentle.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful and responsive, Sunshine.” His eyes warm as I look into them but it’s not want or arousal, it’s care. I swallow hard. I can handle sex, I can handle the rough, hot, passion, but his care is too weighty and cumbersome.
He sets me on my feet, fixing my top and tights. Looking around, he asks, “If I tell you to go home now, will you listen?”
I shake my head. “I want to be out here.”
“Tessa. I don’t feel comfortable with you out here alone and I have something I need to do.” His expression turns firm and that’s when I see worry in the set of his mouth. He looks around again, so I do as well but see nothing.
“What’s going on?” I ask, suddenly feeling chilled. “Is this because of my ex? Or the ‘stalker’ you thought you saw?”
“I don’t like him, so, yes, but also because of the dude watching us from across the road earlier.”
“Case, people use this beach occasionally. Usually, tourists who don’t know it’s private property. It happens. Trust me, I don’t have a stalker. It was nothing.” I huff a laugh. “And I thought I had an overactive imagination.”
“You’re going home, Tessa, even if I have to carry you there myself.” His gruff and direct words allow no room for protest, so I nod.
“Fine.” I raise my hands in defeat and his face softens.
