As our kiss grows more passionate, Jensen’s hands begin to explore my body, touching me like he owns me. Without breaking our kiss, he pushes me up against the cool surface of the rock wall behind me.

  I'm intoxicated by the heat between us, by the intensity of this moment. I want him with a hunger that surprises me, a craving that demands to be sated. His fingers run down my neck, my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My breath comes in short gasps as he explores every inch of me, setting my skin ablaze with desire.

  When he finally pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, his gaze is filled with a raw hunger that mirrors my own. I draw him back to me, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us any longer.

  He moves his hands to my breasts, pushing my flimsy bikini top aside. The next thing I know, he’s sucking one of my nipples between his lips. I gasp and rest my head back against the smooth rock behind me. He moves to the other sensitive peak, and I’m stunned at how good it feels. I’d never realized I was so sensitive.

  Jensen glances up at me with a grin.

  “Want me to keep going?” he asks, with a teasing lilt in his voice.

  I bite my bottom lip and nod. Chuckling softly, he kisses a trail down my chest and belly and drops to his knees in front of me. I stare down at him as he slides my bikini bottoms down my legs. Instinctively, I press my thighs together. I’ve never been in this situation with a man before, and I can’t quite fight my shyness.

  Jensen holds my legs, looks up at me, and growls, “Open them.”

  His commanding tone electrifies me and I obey him without hesitation. As I watch a sultry smirk cross his face. “Good girl.”

  There is something about the way he commands me that makes me want to bend to his every whim. Like a cosmic connection that has slowly awakened a deeper part of me that has longed to submit to a man. A man like him.

  Lowering his head between my legs, he drags his tongue along the edges of my opening before he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard. The sensation is something I have never felt before and as a rush of pleasure cascades across every nerve of my body, I cry out. My fingers tear at the locks of his hair, ensuring that he can’t get away.

  “Oh my God!” I exclaim. “Jensen!”

  He doesn’t give up. He licks my pussy with wild abandon, his tongue driving me crazy. As one hand grips my hip, pinning me in place, his other moves to my opening, slowly slipping a finger inside me without warning. A shriek escapes my throat as I shove my fist into my mouth to muffle the noise. Jensen is unrelenting as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me while he ravages my clit with ravenous hunger.

  “Holy shit!” I gasp. “Jensen, I’m going to cum…”

  My words seem to stop him in his tracks as he lifts his head, stealing the pleasure away from me. I gasp. “Jensen, what are you…?”

  “Say please,” he says, with an infuriating grin on his gorgeous face.

  “Seriously?” I moan. He winks at me and kisses just above my clit, but doesn’t go lower, which makes me whimper, “Please, Jensen. Please make me cum.”

  With a satisfied grunt, he goes back to work on my aching core. Fingers pumping, lips sucking, tongue lapping. It’s so good, and I’m so close. I just need a little bit more. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I beg again, “Jense, please…please let me cum.”

  He grins up at me — a look of pure masculine satisfaction — as his fingers continue to work me.

  “You want to cum, baby?”

  I nod and plead, “Yes, God, yes!”

  “All right,” he snarls. “Cum for me.”

  The moment I get his permission, my body explodes. My head is thrown back as a guttural scream of ecstasy escapes my lips, my mind slowly praying that the crashing waves are able to drown out the sound of my pleasure. Otherwise, God knows who would find me like this.

  He draws my orgasm out until it’s almost unbearable, but before I can say anything, he surges to his feet and cups my ass, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses my back to the side of the rocky bluff as his fingers dig into my skin. The way in which he manhandles me as if I weigh no more than a feather causes my heart to race with anticipation.

  “You ready?” he asks with a growl.

  “Yes,” I reply breathlessly and without hesitation—y mind a racing stream of what ifs, as I realize that in only a moment I won’t be the virgin girl I once was, but a woman that has finally experienced a taste of freedom I have longed for. He pauses and pulls a condom from the pocket of his trunks. I furrow my brow.

  “Have you had that the whole time?” I ask.

  He grins and shrugs.

  “And you thought you were getting lucky?” I tease.

  He chuckles. “I wanted to be prepared for any possibility.”

  He maneuvers us so that he can put the condom on. Lining his cock up with my entrance, he pushes into me in one swift, hard motion. I bite back my yelp of pain as he unknowingly rips through my virginity. I don’t want him to know, though. I don’t want him to treat me any differently than he would any other one-night stand.

  “You feel amazing,” he groans, the delight in his voice making me smile. His head resting on my shoulder, his breaths coming out in heavy pants as he attempts to hold on to the last strings of control.

  I cling to him, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness and the dull pain throbbing through me. My mind becomes a warped tunnel of acceptance as his eyes finally find my own once more just before his lips descend upon mine with another searing kiss. The kiss distracts me from the worst of the pain, and the more he pumps in and out of me, the more my body relaxes and the pleasure begins to take over my senses. Burying my face against his neck, I attempt to muffle my cries. But it isn’t long- lived, as he reaches between us and begins rubbing my clit in tight, hard circles, causing me to grow wetter and wetter. The remaining twinges of pain instantly dissipate, replaced by pure pleasure.

  “Jensen, don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He holds me tighter, his hips pistoning into me with relentless pleasure as my core tightens around him causing me to explode in utter ecstasy. I cry out, unable to stop myself, and moments later, Jensen releases a muffled roar as his body jerks and trembles against mine.

  It takes us both several long moments to come back down to earth. When we do, he looks down at me with a smile, gently pushing the hair off my sweaty forehead. A grin spreads on both of our lips as our breaths come out short and hollow.

  Mind-blowing sex on a beach with a near-stranger. Lynn is off to an excellent start, I think, and I wonder what else she’ll get up to as the week continues on.

  “That was fucking fantastic,” he says, his voice rumbling in his chest.

  I nod, momentarily speechless as my body continues to hum with the aftershocks of what we just did. He slowly pulls out, removes the condom without looking, and tosses it away.

  Suddenly, he gives me a mischievous grin. “We should clean up.”

  I furrow my brow in confusion.

  “How?” I murmur. My arms and legs are still wrapped around him and I hug him tight.

  Before I fully comprehend what he’s doing, he turns and runs toward the ocean. I let out a yelp of surprise as we splash into the cool waters. He laughs and kisses me, holding me close and I cling to him in turn, all other thoughts vanishing from my head as I focus solely on Jensen.

  As I look into his eyes and think about what we just experienced, something deep within me tells me this is only the beginning… and I can’t wait for what comes next.

  Chapter Four

  CATCHING FEELING

  JENSEN

  Over the next few days, I spend nearly every waking moment with Lynn. I can’t say for certain what it is about her that I find so irresistible compared to other girls, but when she’s around, the rest of the world seems to fade away.

  Tyler gives me grief on the second day of our trip when I tell him I have plans with Lynn.

  “You realize we’re on this vacation to spend time together, right?” he teases. “You weren’t supposed to ditch me for some pretty girl you just met.”

  I glance over at him. He’s sitting on the couch in the living room of our two-bedroom suite, one leg crossed over the other knee, flipping through his phone with a stupid grin on his face. He might be annoyed, but he’s also amused. Turning from the mirror I’m inspecting my reflection in, I shoot him a grin. “Is my big brother jealous?” I tease.

  He glances up from his phone. “Just pointing out a fact.”

  I chuckle and hold up my hands. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you or ditch you. I just… like her, you know?”

  Tyler snorts. “Yeah, sure, I know, and I’m a big boy. I can entertain myself. I’m just fucking with you. It’s just been a minute since we were able to hang out.”

  “I know,” I assure him. “How about this? You and I have breakfast together every morning. That way we have definite time we’re spending together. Does that sound good?”

  He stares up at me for several moments before giving me a curt nod. “Yeah. That’ll work. Now get out of here. You’re bugging me.”

  Chuckling, I shake my head and hurry off to meet up with Lynn.

  What stuns me about her is that I don’t get bored with her. At all. Even though we’re spending so much time together, I find myself wanting more. Lynn is like a breath of fresh air, bringing excitement and spontaneity into my life. As we explore Miami together, every moment with her feels like an adventure waiting to happen.

  And the sex… good lord, is the sex amazing. She’s made me insatiable, and I can’t help but try and get her naked every chance I get.

  One evening, I take her out to dinner at a seafood restaurant that’s quite a bit fancier than the clubs and fast casual eats that most Spring Breakers frequent. I want this night to be a little special, though. A little bit elevated. A little bit romantic.

  “Wow,” she says as we are led to our table. “This is snazzy.”

  I chuckle. “Snazzy? Are you eighty years old?”

  She flips her hair and gives me a saucy little grin. “I am, but don’t I look fabulous for my age?”

  “Gorgeous,” I reply. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

  Her cheeks flush as she takes her seat and she looks down at the menu, seeming suddenly shy. I find it adorable whenever these nervous moments overtake her — most of the time, she’s so self-confident. Our conversation is light as we order and then get our appetizers.

  “So, why are you wining and dining me tonight?” she asks over a plate of fresh calamari.

  “I wanted to show you a good time,” I answer.

  “You’ve only been showing me a good time,” she insists. “But why so fancy?”

  I shrug. “I guess I just wanted to take you out. Give you an actual date experience amidst the week of debauchery.”

  Her smile is bright and the urge to get to know her better bubbles up within me. I’ve been fighting that urge since our first night when she insisted she only wanted one week, but I can’t help but want to unravel her secrets and get inside her head. If I can just get to know something, anything that means something to her, I think I could be satisfied.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asks, breaking through my wandering thoughts.

  I blink up at her. “Huh? Oh! Nothing. I was, uh, just wondering what your favorite color is.”

  She furrowed her brow with a confused grin. “What? My favorite color?”

  I nod. “Yeah. It’s nothing that will identify you after this week, will it?”

  She chuckles and shakes her head. “I suppose not. All right. My favorite color is green. What’s yours?”

  “Blue,” I say, relieved that she answered my question so willingly. What I don’t tell her is that until this week, my answer used to be red, but the deep ocean blue of her eyes has made me change my mind.

  “Okay, my turn.” She props her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her hands. “What’s your favorite movie?”

  “Dumb and Dumber,” I admit.

  She looks surprised. “Really? I can’t decide if I’m shocked or not.”

  “All right, what’s yours?” I insist.

  “Pretty Woman,” she sighs. “Every time Richard Gere rolls up to Julia Roberts’ apartment in the white limo, I go all gooey inside.”

  She probably doesn’t think it’s a big deal to tell me this, but every small detail about herself that she offers feels like a gift. I want more, but I know if I get greedy, she’ll pull back and might decide to end things between us early. I don’t want to risk that, so I don’t delve any further.

  As the night goes on, our dinner continues and we enjoy some more light conversation focused mostly on our time in Miami so far. It’s safe territory for us and I keep myself in check. After dinner, we go strolling through the bustling streets of Wynwood, lined with twinkling lights and echoing laughter, when Lynn suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me into a hidden alleyway. Surprised but exhilarated, I follow her without question.

  The alleyway is dark and narrow, the only light coming from a flickering lamppost at the entrance. Lynn pushes me against the cold brick wall, her eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light. Without a word, she crashes her lips onto mine, her hands roaming freely over my body.

  “What are you doing?” I ask with a low chuckle.

  She looks up at me and puts a finger to her lips.

  “You can’t make too much noise,” she says. “The people at the restaurant around the corner might hear you.”

  Before I figure out what her intentions are, she squats down in front of me and unzips my pants.

  “Fuck,” I gasp when she pulls out my cock and gives it a few firm strokes.

  Looking up at me, she grins before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking my length into her mouth. Shit, she’s good at this, I think, but at the same time, I can tell she’s not that experienced. I cup the back of her head and guide her as she bobs up and down along my cock.

  The world around us fades away as pleasure runs through me. She drags her tongue on the underside of my cock and reaches up to cup my balls. I grip her hair, unable to stop myself, and hold her still while I take over and thrust into her mouth. She gags but looks up at me with a scorching heat in her eyes. Tears slip down her cheeks. Gripping my thighs, she holds me tight as I continue to fuck her mouth.

  “Relax your jaw, baby,” I tell her when she starts to tense. “Breathe through your nose.”

  She obeys and relaxes, and before long, I’m on the edge of release. I move faster and she takes me with little difficulty. As I cum, I hold her against me and pump into her throat. She swallows everything I give her. When I finally pull my softening cock from her mouth, she grins up at me and smacks her lips, clearly proud of herself. I gently brush her tears away with my thumbs as I gaze down at her, my heart hammering in my chest.

  I pull her to her feet and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. I’m ready to continue, but a voice suddenly booms from the end of the alleyway.

  "Hey! What are you two doing back here?"

  Startled, we pull apart to see a burly security guard staring at us with a mixture of shock and disapproval. Lynn giggles nervously while I clear my throat, trying to come up with an explanation.

  Before I can speak, the security guard shakes his head and points back towards the street. "You can't be back here. It's not safe. Now get out of here before I have to call the cops."

  Embarrassed but exhilarated, Lynn and I quickly make our exit, laughing as we stumble back onto the brightly lit street. As we walk away hand in hand, I realize that with Lynn by my side, every moment truly is an adventure waiting to happen.

  How am I supposed to just walk away from her at the end of the week?

  Four days into the trip, Lynn’s friends reclaim her, declaring they are having a girls’ night and I’m not invited. As much as I want to spend more time with her, I know I’ve been monopolizing her so I don’t complain. I decide since the girls are going out together, Tyler and I can spend the evening out together as well.

  We decide to hit up a local club that Tyler heard about from some other Spring Breakers. It’ll be nice to go out, have some drinks, and just hang out with my brother, even if I know I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking about Lynn the majority of the time.

  Freshly showered, I’m getting dressed when my phone suddenly starts to buzz. I pick it up off the dresser it’s resting on, and smile when I see it’s my friend and teammate, Carson Monroe. He might be a freshman, but he’s already proven himself on the ice. He’s one hell of a player.

  Answering the call, I say, “Yo, Monroe. What’s up?”

  “Hey Reece,” he replies. “How’s Miami?”

  “Great.” My mind instantly flashes to Lynn, and warmth seeps through me. “Really great. Tyler and I are just getting ready to go out.”

  “Oh, I won’t keep you,” he assures me. “I was just wondering if you’ve heard anything about our training schedule when school starts back up? I know when we’re supposed to start, but do you know if we’re going right into strength training, or if Coach is going to want us to work more on endurance first? I want to get a jump on whatever we’re doing.”

  I chuckle. This kid is impressive. Even when we’re supposed to be on break, his mind is still on the game and improving himself however he can.

  “Sorry, man,” I tell him. “I haven’t heard yet. You’ve got that workout sheet Coach gave us, though, right? You can use that in the meantime.”

  He sighs. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t think it’s challenging enough.”

  “You’re supposed to be on Spring Break,” I tease him. “Relax, dude.”

  He laughs. “That’s never been one of my strong suits, bro. My sister and I have that in common. Ironically, she’s actually off enjoying herself in Miami, too. Apparently, it’s where all the cool kids are.”

 

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