Disclaimer: NO offence meant, it's all flattery and as a fantasy scenario, should be considered a compliment. If the idea of exploring fantasy about not-Jack offends you, stop reading right now.
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"Not afraid to be here alone?"
A man's voice startles her, forcing her limbs to stop still in the dark waters.
Damnit! So she's been reckless, not adventurous, to go skinny dipping on a secluded beach at night and it's not really secluded at all. Or probably too much so, her thoughts race as fast as her heart, now it's the stranger and her only, the never sleeping boardwalk too far for her screams to ever reach -- Her head jolts around and there he is. A tall silhouette standing on his legs wide apart, hands shoved down his pockets, a sidewalk lamp behind him illuminating the outlines.
The stance, the nonchalance of it, his distinctive frame… It's unmistakable and Alice feels the tension leave her body to be replaced by a different kind.
"Should I be?" she shoots cheekily, the adrenaline of initial fear rushing through her veins in pulsing waves, intensifying her excitement when she recognizes his voice.
"It depends…" He bends to pick something up from the sand. Her dress, where she discarded it. The dress he fucked before. "On what you consider a threat…," she would swear he smirks as he speaks even though she can't see his face. "…and what a thrill."
The breeze is cool against the damp skin of her shoulders as gentle sways of water lap at her chest, revealing just the top curve of her breasts, her tight nipples receptive and tingling. Would she lure him into the ocean with her if she took that one step up and flashed him her breasts?
"Have you been standing here long?"
He ignores the question, fingering her dress for a long moment. "Been on the prowl again?" Bringing it up to his nose he inhales, as if teasing her purposefully and she wonders if that's what this is. A seduction. And how much better he knows this game than she does.
"What if I told you I've been looking for you?"
He chuckles, the low sexy sound that is like a damn sonic panty remover, dropping the dress. "Then I'd say that I'm flattered…" he says and in one swift movement pulls off his t-shirt over his head, the yellow light bringing out his perfectly sculpted torso.
"And that you got it right."
Her skin grows warmer and she feels the tingling between her legs set off when he reaches for the button of his jeans, slowly flicking it open before sliding the zipper down, drawing the moment out, playing with her. Oh, the bastard knows the effect his little show will have on her, she thinks, her eyes following what she can make out of the trail of hair that goes from his navel to his --- The heavy fabric glides down his hips, down his muscular thighs easily and she needs to bite on her lower lip to suppress a moan: he's not wearing any underwear.
Her face lit much better, her expression is on full display to him, probably expectant and hungry as he takes him in, not missing a beat and not even attempting to mask it. She just hopes she doesn't look desperate when her eyes settle on his cock, drinking him in. Not yet erect, and he's fucking huge, Alice takes note, her mouth watering, her thighs pressed together.
He takes a step up and his face catches the light and sure it's there, the sly smirk that dares her to keep her gaze on his glaring eyes as he steps out of his pants, barefoot. But she can play this game too, Alice decides, giving him a brazen once-over: his parted lips, the broad shoulders, his solid chest sprinkled with dark hair, the hollow of his hipbone... God, the man really is impressive. That cock, the skin so silky and delicate over the commanding flesh… The sudden urge to take him in her mouth, feel it grow and expand there as she wakes him fully, that urge makes her lick her lips as she recalls the tangy taste.
It's the first time she's seen him fully naked as he just stands there, allowing her to look and… Oh yeah, no wonder he's so comfortable in his skin and has no qualms about shedding his clothes. But she yearns to touch all the paragon of male beauty already and thank heavens, he walks into the water.
The way he moves with grace, seemingly unfazed by her or the situation, completely at ease, it's fascinating and incredibly alluring, his natural confidence a trait she finds irresistible. Is he even aware of it, does he use it to his advantage or maybe he simply doesn't care?
"It feels nice, huh?" He passes her a few yards away, the water skimming his hip bones, the thick tangle of his pubic hair peeking out.
"It's liberating," she agrees, the sensation of the cool ocean waters flowing freely all over her skin surprisingly sensual and the fact of being completely naked on an open public beach a thrill she wouldn't deny. And now he's here and this whole thing… It could become deliciously illicit. Hopefully, it will, she quietly admits to herself, unable to fight back the lust he kindles within her, so turned on already, just by his mere presence.
"You didn't strike me as particularly repressed," he says, making her smile. He plunges into the water, several long strokes of his arms taking him further away from her, deeper into the ocean. She admires the flexing muscles of his back and shoulders, his wet skin glistening in the faint light. There, just between his shoulder blades, she would love to lick there--
She follows, without thinking, swims up closer to him, until they both float languidly in the waters, safe distance between them.
"I'm really a rather shy girl," she teases, her limbs moving slowly to keep her on the surface some couple of yards away from him.
"Oh yeah?" he smiles back, his face, his hair all wet now, a droplet running down his temple and mesmerizing her. "I don't know about that, Kathy. Coming alone to the beach at night to skinny dip, with your slutty little number on..." he taunts.
"You're assuming things."
For a long unnerving moment he just looks at her, in silence, his trademark poker player unreadable face on.
"I see," he finally speaks before taking another dive, swimming just out of her reach, back towards where he's able to stand. "So that's why you were looking for me."
"I didn't say I was." Again, she's the one to go after him, as she swims up as if he's pulling her up on an invisible thread and again, she wonders if it's deliberate. He's so close now, her hands itching to touch the toned bicep, trace the ink there, inspect it closely, the texture and taste.
He notices, of course, her stare fixed on the tattoo and flashes her what she's tempted to label an impish grin.
"So this is what you do at nights?" Well, she can flirt too, can't she? "Sneak up on lone women?"
He lets out an amused laugh, no, he fucking giggles. "Sometimes."
She has no idea if he's just being playful here or is there some actual truth to it but it excites her, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes combined with the whole aura of mystery.
"Only the ones willing to be sneaked upon." He shoots and talk about mystery, the infuriatingly irresistible Mona Lisa smirk back on his lips and then… then he just takes a step away from her --! "Was nice chatting to you, Kathy," and he turns to walk out of the water.
Oh no, you won't. Impulsively, she grabs his forearm.
"Hey, where do you think you're going, mister?"
He laughs again, turning back to her. "I thought you said I misread you?"
"I'm not done... chatting to you."
Her hand grabs the back of his neck and pulls him down to meet her lips as she plants an open mouthed kiss on him, her tongue tasting whatever it can get, the hint of tobacco, the hint of liquor and of the salty water and of all the perfectly masculine flavors that make him HIM intoxicating to her.
He lets her lead this and devour him, complying to her overpoise for one lazy moment, his hands idle by his sides as her palm cradles the back of his head.
"I like women to have attitude," he smirks, his nose brushing hers and whether he's left out 'my' for her sake or not becomes irrelevant when just like that, the control is all his as he pushes his fingers into her damp hair and pries her mouth open with his demanding tongue. Wet and warm and dexterous --
"Never tried nicotine patches?" she teases when they break apart, the smell strong as he exhales against her mouth.
"I don't like substitutes," he tells her in that deep voice, making her wetter, weaker, hotter, as if she's not yielding already. Just like that, he's melting her to his will all over again. Alice doesn't think she has known anything more addictive.
The firm hold of his hands on her hips almost burns her when effortlessly, he picks her up and wraps her legs around his hips, and she gasps because he's already hard like a rock, rubbing against her pussy. His cock parts the lips and he just rocks her against him slowly, tiny movements driving her wild as she wiggles her pelvis trying to place him at her entrance, making him chuckle at her impatience.
"Good things, Kathy, come to those who wait, didn't know that?" he whispers into her ear, his breath tickling her, wet mouth brushing her earlobe, stubble scraping her jaw.
She's dizzy with desire and she has no idea how he does it, having her reduced to quivering mess within seconds.
"You always have to have it your way, don't you," she breathes, holding tight to his broad shoulders, the wet curls on his chest too damn far away from her breasts --
"Correct," he says. "But that's because my way is the way your kind really wants it."
It would amuse her if she thought he was just being cocky but she already knows that he's right, that that's the truth and that he's got that one damn fucking right.
"Give in and I'll give you exactly what your heart desires," he whispers huskily.
"Since when it's called a heart?" she chuckles, feeling him smile as he nibbles at her neck, softly, gently, in contrast to his tone.
He pulls her tighter to him, thrusting a little against her, the head of his hard cock hitting her excited clit just right.
"Oh, pardon me," he levels his gaze with hers, his eyes seemingly black as they twinkle in the dark. "What your cunt desires."
And even though she hates the word, it comes out as a lustful rumble deep in his throat that she's unable to resist.
She anticipates him to impale her on him, fuck her on the spot but of course he doesn't, prolonging the sweet torture, the fucking king of build-up.
There's nothing she can do - not that she'd want to - but hold on to him, wrapped around his brawny form as he carries her out of the water, just far enough to lay her on the sand where the waves lap up her feet. His movements leisurely but decisive when he parts her legs wide, her knees bent and she doesn't protest, anxious to feel his weight on top of hers -–
He's nowhere near hurried. His fingertips gliding up her thighs in featherlike touches and if she didn't know better, he could get her to believe that's all it would ever be: soft and gentle. Soothing slow patterns over her stomach, the underside of her breasts, back to the sensitive skin just above her groins. There's a focused furrow over his brow and an undercurrent of tension to his precise gestures that tell her he's heading straight for the kill, no prisoners taken. Alice reaches out to touch the straining arm, but he's faster. His grasp is firm on her wrists as he places her hands at her sides with a shake of his head. His gaze follows as he admires his handiwork leaning back, sitting on his heels, seemingly in thought. His thighs wide open and his hard cock reaching upright between them, veins swollen and head flushed, the view sending a spasm through her insides.
Like an artist not entirely pleased with his creation, he moves her arms to stretch them above her head, fixing her with a hard stare and slight raise of his eyebrows, making sure she understands that she's supposed to behave and stay put.
"There's something about you I really want to know", he fingers just the rim of her pussy, his touch as light and soft she could have imagined it, looking straight to in between her legs, in concentration and what she's now identified as lust, wild hungry lust that he's purposely curbing right now. Damn him and his self-control!
He lets his thumb dip in a little further in, gathering her juices and then bringing it up to his mouth to wipe it against his lower lip, his tongue darting out.
She nearly passes out from the anticipation as he bends down, his outstretched arms placed firmly on either side of her, his face hovering over her belly as he looks up to her with that unreadable dark look and cunning smile.
"Is your name really Kathy?"
Seriously?
"What does it matter?" she breathes.
"You know mine, I'd like to know yours."
How did he even guess?
"It's Alice."
"Alees," he stretches it as if rolling it around his mouth like a candy. "I like it." And his face is so close to hers now that she can smell his breath, herself on it. "Tastes good."
But he doesn't kiss her mouth, looking her face and then her upper chest over, as if she's a meal and he's trying to decide where to take a best bite from. His lips skim her neck, her collar bones, stopping just above her left nipple and he pulls away, watches her heaving chest.
"These babies are tasty too, huh."
And the flat of his tongue connects with one of her waiting nipples, licking it up like a cat would, and then his bared teeth clamp over the bud ever so gently, grazing, clearly enjoying the implied threat as he bites lightly, pulling, making her hiss and gasp and purr, all of her senses zeroed on the single point of connection. He's too fucking good and he knows it.
"Mmm...," he groans against her flesh, sucking on her breast hard but entirely too short as he releases it with a pop.
She can't believe how wet he can make he, how shamelessly aroused, spreading her legs wider, wriggling beneath him in hope to draw his attention to where she needs it, her pussy throbbing, hungry for anything he would give her– his fingers, his cock, his mouth…
And there it is… it's the tip of his nose that rubs against it briefly. Fuck! Enough with the teasing! Alice pushes her pelvis up from the sand but he backs off, just enough for her to feel his hot breath as he speaks.
"Anyone could see us here, you know."
"I know."
"Yeah, I know it turns you on," he chuckles, so fucking smug and she finds it all the more arousing because he does it, he finally buries his face in her pussy. His mouth devouring it, engulfing everything there is, exploring every single nook like he's trying to memorize them, like he's truly enjoying it.
Her back arches off the sand, her head trashing from side to side, the sand leaking in between her fingers as she desperately feels for something to grip at, the ban to touch him never lifted.
He knows what he's doing and he's doing it damn fine as he holds her hips up to his mouth and feasts at her wet flesh, lapping and nibbling and teasing it all around, the lips, her entrance, her swollen needy clit – Yes, right there, just like this…! His tongue dances around it skillfully, rubbing, drawing circles, closer and tighter and closer… Just a little more--!
But just before she can loose herself in him and come, nearly there, he pulls away and moves up to straddle her sides, smirking at her puzzlement.
"Patience, Alice, is a virtue," his voice drips with arousal and it echoes through her body amplifying her own when she's presented with the seeping head of his hard cock poking at her mouth.
"Now suck like you know you want to."
He feeds it to her and she obeys eagerly, takes him into her mouth, as far as she can. If Alice thought she couldn't burn any hotter for him, he's just proved her wrong. How good he tastes...! Salty like the ocean and musky like himself. Just like she remembers. Like pure sex.
He pushes it in, controlled little thrusts fucking her mouth as she sucks on him greedily, her tongue swirling and sliding out to tease the underside of his shaft with every move, his head falling back momentarily as he relishes the sensations. And she finds herself fascinated, wanting more, eager to please, drive him as crazy with desire as she already is.
But of course he wouldn't let her, pulling out of her reach all too soon.
"You've done great, babe." He tells her, a hard kiss on her lips like a statement and reminder of who holds the power here, before resuming the position and his feast on her pussy, the tormenting push and pull bringing her to the edge and right away from it.
"I want you…" she breaths desperately, dizzy with desire, needing to come and needing HIM.
"I know you do," he feels him smile as he dabs wet kisses everywhere but her clit. "You all do," then he sucks it into his mouth making her cry out. Yes..! Yes, to hell with those who might hear her. "You want what I know about you." Fuck! One more and she'll come SO hard..! "How it makes you scream…"
But – she realizes - it's not only that, the sex, the sensations his expert touch evokes. Him being as much of the attraction and for the umpteenth time she wonders if he's aware of that or just pretends not to be.
He sucks and licks and rubs his stubble against the soft skin and then in one swift stroke, pushes a couple of fingers into her, making her gasp out for air and scream, completely oblivious to the surroundings at this point, the pressure he applies to that exact spot she's not even sure how to find intoxicating her as he's hitting it without a miss like it's his own body.
Because Yes, yes...! it is. Right now, she is his own.
Her hands forget they were supposed to keep away from him as her fingers rake the nape of his neck and he peels them off immediately, stopping his sweet assault of her pussy and she wants to beg him not to when his face is suddenly right above hers and his wet mouth is pressed to the inside of her right wrist.
"Such beautiful, delicate wrists," he whispers, the tip of his tongue tickling the sensitive skin. And then he clasps his hand around it, pushes it back to the sand, the grip firm and unyielding.
"How hard would I have to hold them?"
Sure enough, he can tell how much it turns her on to be trapped by him like that, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Please…" she whispers, the notion of preserving any pretence of dignity long lost.
"Please what?"
"Why did you stop, don't stop…"
"Stop what?" he teases mercilessly.
"God, your mouth… Just fuck me with your mouth-!" she cries out, frustrated, his thigh now replacing his mouth and rubbing against her pussy, making sure to keep her on the verge of her orgasm.
He smiles, satisfied with her begging, his mouth landing back on the swollen flesh, eating her up, his long fingers resuming their delightful penetration, having her back at the plateau in milliseconds.
And then she feels like she's bursting as he adds a third finger, pushing, digging hard into her as his mouth sucks hard on her clit and she has no idea what it is that he's doing anymore, the mass of textures and touches all at once, a myriad of sensations engulfing her, warmth and wetness and the growling sound he's emitting and his insistence pressing at her inside and out making her head spin and her body go off in what feels like a deep low hum rising within her and cascading, her hips bucking up violently, her body shaking, her lungs fighting for air when she comes all over him with a force that finally draws a cry of his name out of her. What he does to her.
It feels like it's never ending. He doesn't stop and she's trembling, drunk on endorphins, thoroughly sated down to the tips of her toes but nowhere near having enough. It's now that she wants more of him, all of him -- Alice strokes his bristly scalp, her nails tracing the back of his neck and he lets her, and she wonders if he knows her body would yearn for his cock like this. As if that's even a question.
Through her hazy eyes, she watches him smile at her, the satisfied grin widening at her labored intakes of breath, as if the quivering mess he's reduced her to is exactly and solely what he's ever been after and he savors the picture an the conquest. He takes her hand and glides it over her wet crotch and buttocks.
"Feel that? You've just squirted for me."
Should she be embarrassed? Proud? This has never happened before and she's not sure what he's talking about but the high keeps all rational thought out of her mind and she finds she's smiling at him instead, unable to keep it from him. And unable to hide her still craving - God, that man is like cocaine! – as she spreads her legs wider, one foot stroking his calf. But instead of pouncing her, like she anticipates, he reaches for his clothes.
"Where are you going?"
"Relax babe," he smiles, wiping his face with his t-shirt. "I'm not done with you." He pulls out a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, making her want to burst out laughing. He really is something.
"You walk around commando but with rubber in your jeans?" she teases. "Who is the slut here?"
"Don't be ungrateful," he chuckles.
She's not, he's just saved her the awkwardness of admitting she's prepared too, that she has been hoping to find him.
"I just wouldn't have taken you for a bad boy type," she teases instead.
"Bad?" he laughs, "Haven't heard you complaining."
"Let me," she pulls herself up to take the condom out of his hand. "I want to put it on you."
She just wants an excuse to touch his large cock, feel its heat and power against her fingers as she sloppily pulls the condom down its pulsing length, turned on to the point of combustion and he has to adjust it because she's losing her focus.
And then she's pressed back to the wet sand, his body hovering above her, unhesitant and purposeful, perfectly placed between her legs and her moan dissolves into a strangled yesss…! when he pushes into her hard, no warning, the playtime over, making her gasp and hiss, the full length of his hard cock stretching her as if testing her limits and she can't tell if the line between pleasure and pain has been crossed or not because she's too overcome by hunger that his invasion triggers.
"Oh fuck, this feels good," he groans, his arousal fueling hers.
Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, clutching him, but he pushes at her thighs, "Keep them down," he says, locking her ankles with his own, his tone gravelly and it would sound like a warning if she didn't already know it's all intense carnal passion.
The angle means he hits that spot within her that sends her into oblivion, filling her up so fully, reaching up and up, and she's amazed her body takes it all and yearns for more. Because this… This is what a man should feel like. Right this moment she's his total slave, there's nothing she would deny him, nothing; just keeps going, don't stop -–
"Don't…" she pants, "god, no -- !"
"What is it?" he stops immediately, his face leaning in close to hers, his eyes focused on hers. "What's wrong?" He's so serious and she can't stop a small smile breaking out.
"Don't stop," she whispers for a second time this night, too worked up to endure his sweet tortures of keeping her on the edge any longer, her body hyper-receptive from the first orgasm.
"I won't. Don't worry," he smiles back, his tone almost warm, surprisingly, before kissing her neck. "I'm only just getting started."
His thrusts, precise and potent as he's tilting her hips upwards with one hand so that his pelvic bone rubs against her clit with every hard push, withdrawing slowly and coming back stronger each time, his firm stomach flush against hers, the hair on his chest teasing her nipples, his mouth brushing hers as they both pant into each other… The way he fucks her, nobody else has ever done that just right, it's like he's in her head as he slows down a notch, giving her another hard kiss, his stubble tickling her, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth.
In control all the time, all the time in the driver's seat, she thinks, trapped under his large form as he subdues her, gropes, licks, thrusts into her, but it's all meant to please her. All her sensitive spots which he seems to magically know… God, his wet tongue roams just behind her ear now…! But she yearns to see his strong Alpha Male body surrendering to her just the same.
"Let's turn over," she huffs out. "I want to ride you."
"You want to, huh?"
He flips them over and adjusts her position, allowing her to have what she wants but she's not sure it's abandon in his eyes.
"Ride away, sexy," he entices with that damn sexy smile that makes her crave him that much more now that she's having him.
She bounces, rocks against him, her climax building quickly now. He watches her, his glare penetrating her along with his penis and he lets her find her rhythm as she grinds furiously while he seemingly lays back to enjoy this. And now his hands are on her breasts, kneading, pushing them up, pinching the nipples and pulling. She cries out, the pleasure of the pain exquisite at this point.
"Tell me how it feels," he strokes her thighs and waist but doesn't take over the rhythm. If she thought he'd give the control up, she has obviously underestimated his composure. "Does it feel good?" and she has no idea where it comes from because she's on the verge of falling apart all over again, her engorged clit nearly over-sensitve as she grinds it into him.
It slips her lips before she can think. "Yes, the best,"
Suddenly, she's on her back again, him on top, pushing her legs open as wide as they would go.
"I'll give you the best."
He sits back on his heels, pulling her pelvis up onto his thighs and pounds so hard he'd rip her in half if she wasn't absorbing the impact eagerly, crazed for him, needing more and more of the same, if he wasn't so fucking sure and manly and gorgeous and doing exactly what her body needs even if she never knew it before -- Maybe she even wants him to be a little violent with her, a little brutal.
And he picks up on it, his reaction spot on.
With a grunt, he pulls her legs up so they're rested against his shoulders and he has her folded in half as he bends down to brace himself against the sand, the muscles in his arms straining, and he drives in full force, thrust after powerful, ruthless thrust and she feels him so far up, hitting her cervix and he should be a fucking porn star she thinks, with his expertise and fervor for that, fucking her like was born to do just that.
"Deeper --!" she demands, not really aware of what she's saying, responding to him on some instinctual level. -- "I want… As deep as you can."
"Argh…! I love fucking you," he bites out. "So fucking receptive. That's it. Perfect," he growls, when the foretaste of her orgasm bucks her hips hard against him.
She's only aware of his cock deep inside her, thrusting hard, stretching her, pushing her, reaching places she never knew existed, the humming bliss starting to reverberate through her body in waves and she keeps her eyes shut, concentrating on the sensation but it happens when she lets them open.
His strong body glistening with sweat and water, sand stuck to his temples and arms, his chest heaving, his eyes watching her all the time and he looks so perfectly primal and masculine, this man engaged in the act of sex like that's his most natural activity –- This is what does it for her, her blood rushing and bubbling and buzzing as she crashes against him, moaning and squealing and panting uncontrollably, his name on her lips in a quiet spent sigh.
"Love you like this," he huffs, the lust and rawness in his tone, the look in his eyes so intense and rapacious "- coming undone for me." He might as well mean this about all the women he fucked, all his women but she doesn't care. For this moment, she's the one writhing and squirming beneath him, her sated, tingling body arching into his, his cock ready to explode within her. For this moment, he is hers, as he growls and pushes hard one last time, his hot breath burning her neck and he stills, his orgasm apparently a really good one, his feral Fuck! loud enough to make her grab the back of his head and push his face into her hair.
She's still catching her breath when he rolls off of her to discard the condom. Her eyes follow him, in all his naked, uninhibited glory, stretching lazily next to her with grace of a relaxed cat, resting. He doesn't say a word when he turns to her and gently, his fingers brush off some sand stuck to her cheek. It should be awkward, the sex so raw and intense and yet completely meaningless but she senses no discomfort in the silence that falls between them. The vibe is of mutual appreciation, at least she hopes it's mutual. Natural. Instinctive. She doesn't need to know anymore about him than what he's just shown her, what he's given her. And she would respond in kind because that's who they are: a man and a woman, not their names, not their functions.
She watches his eyes study her face and shoulders, the fire in them currently put to sleep, replaced by that spark of sagacity that she finds both endearing and somewhat unsettling.
"I should get going," she mutters, trying to sit up. Her body has cooled off and a shiver reminds her that she's nude, in public.
"Wait," his hand on her chin stops her and then it's his lips on hers, warm and sure, in a slow caress rather than request.
"Okay," with an easy smile, he breaks the kiss leaving her stunned as he puts his clothes back on, clearly not worried about the sand sticking to his skin all over. He hands Alice her dress, waiting until she gives up trying to smooth all the crinkles before he zips it up for her. He picks up his leather jacket to drape it over her shoulders.
"Here," he says, smiling. "You're getting cold."
She stares at him disbelieving his actions, her eyes open wide: how can he be a sex-crazed animal one minute and a perfect gentleman the other? He grins at her, encircling her in his arm.
"Come on, I'll take you to your hotel. How long are you staying?"