Chapter 50

50

I feel like I'm in the cast of Baywatch as I run along the beach, my clothes scattered across the sand, one of the hottest men I've ever seen watching me like I'll disappear if he dares to blink.

"What are you waiting for?" I call out, looking over my shoulder at Theo, grinning at the way his mouth is hanging wide open. "Theo!" I laugh. Come on!" His only response is his throat bobbing and several slow blinks. I jog back toward him, completely failing to keep the dopey smile off my face.

"Need some help, big guy?" I push the hem of his shirt up his torso, tugging it over his head and discarding it on the sand. I shriek as he suddenly comes alive, muscled arms shooting out and pulling me close, his hands sliding down my back, cupping and kneading my ass.

"God," he groans, his voice muffled against my neck. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of how you feel in my hands. Your skin is so fucking soft." He grips the back of my thighs and pulls my legs around his waist, banding one arm around my back to hold me in place while he cups my face with his other hand, those caramel eyes staring into my soul. "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" he rasps. "Your freckles. Your eyes. And, god, your hair. Holy fuck. I could spend forever exploring you, and it would never be enough." He savors my lips like he would vintage wine, his tongue sweeping softly and slowly over my bottom lip. I take the reins, pushing my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He walks us toward the rock I pointed out earlier, his fingers brushing between my legs, igniting my body with the heat of a thousand suns. I squirm against him, frustrated that he still has his pants on. He hikes me up onto the rock, his muscles bulging. I trace the vein that rides over his right bicep with my fingertip, then with my tongue. He growls, pushing my body down flat and my knees wide.

"Are you wet for me, Sunflower?" he asks, running his nose along the soft skin of my inner thigh.

"Why don't you find out?" I breathe, straining toward him. He doesn't tease, just pushes his middle finger straight into my drenched pussy, dragging his fingertip over the spot I love before pulling it out and leaning over me. "Suck."

I open wide, closing my lips over his finger and sucking him clean, then grip the back of his neck and pull him down, sliding my tongue over his.

"Fuck, Isla. You taste so goddamn sweet. I'd live with my head between your thighs if you'd let me."

"I'm not saying no." My laugh turns into a moan as he buries his face in my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, grinding against his mouth as he flattens his tongue and gives me what I want. I throw my arm over my face, the flashing green of the rock on my finger giving me that extra burst of emotion that sends me over the edge into oblivion. I clamp my thighs around his head, riding him hard. Instead of coming up for air when I release my hold on him, Theo licks me gently as I come down.

"I swear all I’ll be able to think about is when I can make your body move like that again," he says, his voice husky with desire.

"My turn." I sit up, locking my heels around his ass, sliding my palm over the bulge of his cock .

"I don't think so." He bends down, pressing his shoulder against my stomach and standing, lifting me effortlessly. He ignores my shrieking curses, slapping me hard on the ass before jogging toward the water. I stop struggling when I realize the spectacular view I have of his ass. The only thing that could have made it better is if he was naked. I scream in earnest as he kicks off his shoes and splashes into the freezing cold water.

"Your pants!" He's going to regret that later when we have to walk back up to the cottage.

"It's worth it." After a couple more steps, he's up to his ribs. He sinks down fast, submerging both of us. I burst back up to the surface, spluttering, hair and water streaming over my face. I duck down once more, sweeping my hair back before I come up. I wipe the water from my eyes, opening them to find Theo's gaze glued to my nipples as the water laps at them.

"Come here," he rasps, grabbing my hand and pulling me close, ducking down and closing his mouth around the sensitive peak. I cry out, my back bowing. After he pays equal attention to the other nipple, he straightens, his eyelids heavy with desire. Wonder flashing across his face before he presses his lips to mine, drinking me in like I'm the elixir of life.

"I don't think I've needed anything as much as I need you right now," he pants, breaking the kiss.

"Then have me." I unfasten his pants and pull out his cock, wrapping my hand around his shaft and squeezing hard. In one swift movement, he lifts me, impaling me in one hard, deep stroke. My groan is muffled by his shoulder, my body adjusting to his size, pulsing around him. He pushes my hips down, sliding me along his shaft until the head of his cock is at my entrance, rocking back and forth, driving me crazy.

I whimper, sinking my teeth into his flesh as he slides his hand down my crack, his finger grazing over my asshole, teasing me.

"I have the butt plugs in the cottage," he murmurs, sliding his tongue over the shell of my ear. "I can't wait to bend you over the couch, slide it in, and fuck you hard." He punctuates his sentence by pushing his finger past that ring of muscle, keeping still while I buck against him.

"Too much, Theo. I need to come," I pant, contorting my body in every possible way to try to get him deeper.

"If you think this is too much, just wait until later." He slams into me, once, twice, then pulls out, breathing hard. He hikes me far up on his torso and carries me out of the water, not putting me down until we're back at the rock. He climbs up and lays me down gently, spreading my hair around my head before shucking off his pants and lying down next to me. The warmth of the rock seeps into my bones, lulling me into a deep state of relaxation. Theo grabs my hand and holds it above him, looking at the ring.

"It looks good on you."

"It's perfect, Theo."

He pushes up onto his elbow, his gaze lazily sweeping down my body and then back up. He readjusts my hair and then bends down, lightly brushing his lips over mine. I cup his face, stubble rough against my palms, and keep him there, deepening the kiss. I use the element of surprise to push his shoulder until he's lying flat on the rock, and then climb on top of him, sliding my pussy along his shaft until he's notched at my entrance. I watch the ecstasy flood his eyes as I lower my weight, groaning as he stretches me, touching every part of me.

"I swear we were made to fit together," I pant, rolling my hips. He groans in agreement, fingers digging into my hips as he tries to keep control. I pick up my pace, dragging my clit over his public bone, climbing for the peak strong and fast.

"Jesus Christ, Isla!" His hands clamp down, freezing me in place. With a growl, he lifts me off his body, setting me down on all fours beside him. Before I can protest, he's behind me, spreading my cheeks and licking me from pussy to ass. I can't even pretend to be embarrassed when it feels so fucking good.

"You like that, Sunflower?" he murmurs, running his tongue along that tight muscle .

I drop to my elbows, pushing my ass out to give him better access, muffling my moans against my arm.

"Don't be shy. I want to hear you, baby."

He pushes two fingers into my cunt, then presses his tongue against my ass, breaching the muscle, and I swear I see God. My moan echoes off the surrounding rocks, and I feel him smile against me. "Good girl. I think it's time to go back to the cottage so I can fuck you properly."