Blue Eyed Devils Collection Page 11

  I compensate for my lack of deep throat skills by using my hand around the base to encourage the seed in his boys to boil. I’m having fun seeing him squirm and thrust his fingers into the sand, with some of it flying into my hair.

  He grabs my head with both hands, getting a firm grip on those fake platinum locks. His inner reserve of strength comes into focus when he thrusts from the sand into my mouth. My throat opens up temporarily, but I manage to stifle my gag reflex. It’s only for a brief moment but it’s more than enough to seal his fate.

  That vein throbs like a heartbeat against my tongue and the head grows in diameter until he begins to pulse. I feel the sizzling touch of his essence over and over again. He paintbrushes my tongue and creates this abstract art. His vocal declaration is followed by these strong, uninhibited moans of denial. This soon leaves him breathless on the sand with my hands still wrapped around him.

  “I did try to warn you. I’m not sure what comes over me after an unbridled kiss. It awakens something inside of me. It doesn’t look like you’re any worse for wear. You might need to catch your second wind, but a certain part of you is ready for more,” I refer to the way that his member is still strong and virile, courtesy of my experienced hands keeping those home fires burning inside of him.

  I use my hands to climb his muscular legs until I’m once again sitting on top of him. Standing makes me feel a little unbalanced and dizzy and it’s not very graceful the way that I take off my board shorts.

  My legs give out, and I drop unceremoniously on top of the spire of his excitement. It’s with pinpoint accuracy. I let out a high-pitched squeal from being impaled on that mighty serpent that was spitting white-hot venom only a few seconds ago. It’s quite formidable and slides into me like a warm knife through butter.

  I’m well aware of how I got into this situation.

  I ride slowly on top of him and watch as those inches slip easily back and forth through those hot lips. My hands come down in a wild exclamation of pleasure. They slap against his chest, leaving the imprint of my hands temporarily tattooed on his skin.

  "I feel like we have known each other all of our lives. I’m not sure how that is possible,” he says through clenched teeth, with my body bouncing up and down in a rhythm that is pleasing to his eyes.

  “I think I would remember being with someone like you. This certainly makes up for all of the deadbeats knocking on my door. I’m a giver by nature. I like to please but sometimes it makes me a doormat for losers. My last relationship was four years ago. Getting drunk and doing something stupid is my inalienable right,” I moan in defiance while moving in a circle until that fire is no longer contained inside of me.

  I let go with a flurry of limbs and that orgasmic moment of truth pulls him along in the wake of my climax. I fall on top of him until I am asleep in his arms.

  Ch 4 – Gage

  Breathing after what transpired on the beach wasn’t easy; I have never been with a woman so passionate.

  She is right here in front of me; less than 2 hours ago, we were right in this very same spot that she is dancing to the music pumping through the speakers in.

  There’s no way that I can wipe away that image of her on top of me.

  Drinking my beer and watching her carefree and reckless, wearing that colorful summer dress, is making it hard to take my eyes off of her. She moves with such grace and freedom.

  Alex sits down with a plate of corn dripping in butter. He doesn’t even ask to join me before handing me a beer that he has behind his back.

  “She has always been the life of the party. I remember every single moment where she pushed me out of my comfort zone. The three of us were the three musketeers back in the day. April really knows how to have a good time. Oh, she told me about what happened here earlier today,” he reveals, barely beating around the bush before he got to the point of his visit.

  “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She was one of your dearest friends growing up. It would stand to reason she would share everything with you. I don’t mind, and it gives me a chance to talk to you about something important to me. We just met at the baptism and I’m wondering if we’re not going a little too fast.” I think out loud, still watching her dancing around the fire in her bare feet with two bottles of beer in her hand.

  “I can’t read her mind, but she did want to know my opinion about you. I told her the truth. You’ve never been married, and long-term relationships are hard for us in our line of work. I also referred to Jake being with Chloe and how they seem to make it work. Just be honest with her about your intentions. She will respect you more for it.” He reminds me of my past relationships, where things didn’t go exactly as planned.

  My next assignment is following around this rich arms dealer in Belize. It would be nice to take her to a tropical getaway, but also a little presumptuous after only having known her for one day. I like being with her; I’m positive she feels the same way, but we really didn’t talk after getting intimate on the beach. That moment sticks with me. I can’t forget it.

  Alex hands me the plate he’s carrying. It’s a nice gesture but I’m really not hungry for food. My appetite is for something more than what is on the menu. Alex and Jake are two people that I will lay down my life for without a second’s hesitation.

  Alex is a bumblebee, constantly moving from one flower to another. He can’t sit still.

  This is something that we had in common until I realized it was time to slow down. Things about my future are out of focus, but she makes me think about a future with her in it.

  I’m always the one to jump at the opportunity for some excitement in the field. Volunteering for those risky adventures makes me feel alive. It also reminds me that I’m fragile and not as invincible as I think I am. Bad things happen to good people all the time. My love life has been on life support, but I’m starting to feel my heartbeat again for the first time in a long time.

  Sitting there in the sand, trading stories with my best friend, isn’t what I want to be doing. April is this ray of sunshine in an otherwise cloudy day. Her presence is necessary to keep me sane and grounded on a solid foundation. It will mean making some compromises. I will have something else to think about other than myself.

  Retraining my brain to think before acting isn’t going to be easy, but she is worth taking a step back from the abyss for. Seeing things clearly is waking me from the fog of confusion surrounding me. I’ve had fleeting moments of pleasure before, but this feels vastly different.

  Those in attendance have no discernible connection to me. It makes me feel out of place and unwanted. She is too busy laughing and having a good time to even notice me. Jake and Alex are the only ones stopping by to chat before they are pulled away.

  I use my fork to pluck the kernels of corn from the cob, letting them soak in the butter combined with the salt and pepper. It’s the only way to eat it these days without getting pieces stuck in my teeth. I hate using floss.

  Alex is looking at me strangely out of the corner of his eye and decides to come back to my side.

  “I want you to talk to her. Don’t get distracted. Be clear about what you want before you go any further. It appears her dance card is open. This is a window of opportunity that you shouldn’t let slip through your fingers,” he advises with the glow of the fire making her look like a bohemian rebel doing what comes naturally with the music playing.

  I take a breath and force myself out of that tiny little box. It means being strong and confident. The bad boy inside is forgotten. There is nothing I want more than to keep her safe from harm. Hurting her is the last thing on my mind.

  I take her hand and she blinks, with this smile on the corners of her mouth. “I want to talk to you. It can’t wait.” I guide her away from the laughter and music playing in the background.

  “This is one hell of a party. I guess I needed this more than I’m willing to admit. I hope this isn’t where we talk about our ‘feelings’ for one another; don’t be a girl. I’m kid
ding. I was wondering how to broach the topic with you as well. We do need to talk. Where do you think this is going?” she asks. I don’t like where this conversation is going.

  “The future is uncertain; however, I can’t deny there is something here between us. I’ve never felt this way about any woman. I feel like I’m drowning and the only person that can save me is you. I’ve never been in love and I don’t even know how it feels, I just know that I do want you. I’m not sure what else you want me to say,” I falter with my words sounding hollow and unconvincing.

  “You mention the future being uncertain. I can agree with that in theory. I’m wondering if this is casual or something more. I don’t want you to commit to something that you’re not entirely invested in. I can’t see into the future, there is no crystal ball. I’m willing to give you a chance, but I need to know you’re going to be there,” she says with some seriousness in her tone, as if she is gauging my reaction and determining the best course of action by what I’m going to say next.

  “April, I’m used to being alone,” I reply with my heart in my throat.

  “What about children?” she asks a very out of the blue question.

  She mentions children less than 24 hours after we meet. Is she crazy to bring up that topic so soon? I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. She probably comes from a close family.

  The very idea forces me to take stock of my life. Having a child scares the hell out of me.

  “My childhood was very traumatic and convinced me to steer clear of having a family. I come from a broken home and grew up without that stability in my life. My father ran out on us, and I can’t imagine continuing that cycle with a child of my own,” I confess in a moment of weakness.

  “I guess I have my answer,” she laments with her eyes welling up.

  “There’s still a lot of living to do before I’d consider having a child,” I state.

  She touches my shoulder and leans forward to whisper into my ear. “That’s going to be very difficult when I already have a child from another relationship. He’s four years old and I know what unconditional love is all about because of him. Nothing else matters,” she states.

  The awkward silence is something I’m never going to forget. There are no harsh words, but this discussion has revealed a little bit too much about me. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to be the man of a family. It doesn’t mean that I’m not willing to try for the right woman.

  We just met. I’m going to need some time to think about it.

  “If what you’re looking for is a good time, then maybe you should find somebody else. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong idea after what happened here a couple of hours ago. I lost a piece of myself and you helped me to find it. That is something I will always be grateful for.” She stands up and walks away from me without saying another word.

  I’m shocked by her and her admission. That was the last thing I thought she was going to say. It leaves me wondering about the future. I know I want her in it - this isn’t over.

  I don’t pursue her, and I want to believe that I dodged a bullet, but it doesn’t feel that way.

  That metaphorical bullet feels like it is in my stomach. She is important to me in a way that I can’t possibly understand without further evaluating my life. It makes me feel empty to see her walk away.

  A deep breath of regret exhales from my mouth. The world is different already without her in it. How can I possibly let her go?

  Ch 5 – April

  I didn’t mean to drop that bombshell in his lap last night, but there was no easy way to tell him. The rest is up to him. I have to think about my baby boy. My heart breaks thinking that it might be the deal-breaker between us, but maybe it is for the best.

  It doesn’t help that I have a competition this morning and sitting here on the board with thoughts of him running around in my head isn’t healthy. There is some stiff competition out here, but younger doesn’t always mean better. With age comes wisdom, and the ability to pull back when it’s necessary. That is my advantage over these wet behind the ears kids, who have no idea what life is about to throw at them.

  I have already weathered three different competitors with varying degrees of strengths and weaknesses. It makes me remember the good old days. This competition is about serving them a good dose of reality. It’s also about proving that I still have it after all these years.

  I hit the waves hard, with my eyes looking directly at my competition. It feels good to dust off the old skills, finding a rhythm and moving seamlessly through the water with that certain something in the air. It’s magical and something I can’t find anywhere else.

  The wave goes over me and I come through on the other side with my hair dripping but still with a smile on my face. Waiting for the right moment is something that can only be taught through experience.

  It’s a timeless tradition and I’m grateful for my chance in the sun again. The numbers dwindle until there are only three of us left. The other two think they have my number, but I know certain tricks they haven’t even learned yet.

  I see Alex out in the water; he is waiting for the men’s competition to start after we are done.

  “Don’t go easy on those two. You need to teach these young bucks something about this sport. I do want to talk about Gage, though. He hasn’t been the same since you walked away from him on the beach.” Alex is trying to get through to me before I get back to the competition.

  “I give you credit for standing up for your friend, but...” I poke his chest with my feet dangling in the water when he motions for me to look over my shoulder.

  I see Gage. He still looks so damn good with his shirt wide open and wearing those khaki cargo shorts. I wasn’t expecting him to show up. It’s a surprise but a welcome one.

  “I just want you to be happy,” he says as we see a huge ten-foot wave coming in on the horizon.

  I’m temporarily blinded by seeing Gage again and I’m a few strokes behind the wave, but I catch up quickly with my strong arms pushing me beyond my boundaries. It’s exhausting but worth the effort to challenge myself again.

  I’m using Gage to push me past the pain. I can almost hear him cheering over the sound of the waves. I’m able to beat the sandy blond girl to the prize but I’m a few steps behind the young kid barely out of her teens. We fight to see who comes out on top, and we put on a show for those watching from the beach with high-powered binoculars.

  The three of us wait patiently and I look at Gage to see this beaming smile on his face. The numbers come in and I fall short by one vote. The young kid takes it, but she graciously gives me a nod of congratulations for testing her abilities.

  I come in second and I feel grateful for the chance to compete again.

  I walk over to Gage, with that bombshell still fresh in his mind.

  “You really do have a fire inside of you. I was speechless. That was impressive,” he praises, but the only thing I can think about is duplicating the experience we had on the beach.

  “Come with me and don’t say a word. I forgot how I feel after competitions. There’s usually this pent-up adrenaline during the aftermath of a competition. I have a better way than running it off.” I grab his hand and we walk away until I find this grotto.

  I dive into the water and he follows until we emerge in this cave. I climb up to the rocky ledge and lie back to admire the way that he slowly, in my mind, gets out of the water. It really is a slow-motion sexual tease.

  I quickly attack his cargo shorts with his shirt flapping in the breeze. I surprise him with a kiss followed by dueling tongues with my hand finding its way into the opening I have created in his cargo shorts. I stroke his length and feel the reward in my fist pumping with revitalization.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he mutters with my tongue currently busy circling a spot on his neck to make him shudder in response.

  I place my finger to his lips and stand on that flat rock with my bare feet planted firmly. Frantic is a
good word to describe the way that I take off the skintight wetsuit. He gives me that look, and I have no other choice but to sit down on his prized stallion. The large, encompassing head pushes past the blooming flower of my excitement.

  My knees are on both sides of him and I can feel every inch sampling the pleasure that I am inflicting him with. I move in increments of an inch at a time to let him feel the pleasing sensations of those walls closing in on him. I love the look of surprised euphoria on his face and I feed on his enthusiasm until I am bouncing, unrestrained, in his lap.

  “This isn’t fair. How can a man resist someone like you? You make me believe in fairy tale endings.” He has his hands on my hips and we are working together to bring about that moment of sweet release in both of us.

  I begin moaning a little louder with every thrust that he manages to make underneath me. I twist in a grinding motion with every inch impaling me. The base rubs me the right way and I feel that burning desire to make him the prisoner of my hungry infatuation. The feeling is right there on the surface waiting for that extra little stimulation to send me over the edge.

  This comes in the form of him pressing my breasts together and sucking both nipples at the same time. A light bite causes the spark inside of me to turn into a flame. My body responds with wild gyrations and screams that echo in his ear hotly. I’m still riding high from the competition and this only prolongs the adrenaline rush running through my veins.

  I’m facing him and seeing how his expression changes from shock and confusion to this pleasure-infused smile that is hard to ignore. My orgasm intensifies for the next thirty seconds and I see in his eyes he is about to give me a sizzling reminder of his lust.

  His length and thickness grows, with the inflamed head pulsing with a life of its own. The heat of his hot cream is running in a straight line through those veins. We are staring at each other in complete denial, with everything forgotten for the time being. Pleasurable shockwaves go through us at almost the same time. I can feel his lust contained inside of me.