Lorelie Brown - Riding the Wave

She jerked up on her toes, slamming her wet pussy toward him with a moan. But she didn’t say a word.

“Like that idea?” He wanted to push her, to pressure her. Wanted some sort of admission. “Want to be caught? Want everyone to see me on my knees, licking you? Driving you crazy?”

“Please, make me come,” she finally said. Half whisper and half gasp and all pleading. She’d own him with sentences like that, if only she knew. He’d do anything to get more of them. “Please, Tanner. Make it worth it.”

Fuck, how could he pass up on that? He fucked her with his fingers, adding his mouth back to the mix. Long, hard flicks and the barest nibble. Until finally he locked his teeth around her clit and sucked it deep.

And felt her break apart all over him. Her pussy clenched over his intruding fingers. The soft keen she gave wound upward into a flat-out scream muffled only by her arm. Her legs shook and her stomach jumped.

Tanner felt like the goddamn king of the mountain. He’d done that. Worked her over until she’d come so hard she’d probably seen stars.

He kept up the attention, letting her draw her knee down off his shoulder. He soothed her with deep, sure touches, petting her stomach as he rocked back into a squat.

His knees protested the move. More proof he wasn’t the kid he used to be, with salt water running through his veins instead of blood. By morning, he’d probably be regretting this.

But he couldn’t make himself care right now. And he’d be damned if he was done.

Avalon’s eyes had gone cloudy, unfocused but pinned on him at the same time. Her tongue slid over her lips and she gasped one last time.

Deliberately, he lifted his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. He loved the way she tasted, and the gobsmacked look on her face was worth it. Her lips parted. The pulse at the dip of her clavicles pounded.

He rose to his feet. Now that he didn’t have his face buried in Avalon’s pussy, the water pattering over them became an annoyance. He snapped it off, then pushed Avalon’s wet hair out of her face.

“You still with me?” He liked the delicate lines of her cheeks, the soft curve of her jaw. And he really freaking liked the way she nestled into his palm.

“Where else would I be?”

He brushed his lips over hers, needing to taste that relaxation. Needing a way out of his own head. And nothing had worked as well as when he’d been driving Avalon out of hers.

Even holding her bikini bottoms out for her took on a fun edge. She stepped into them and the move brought her even closer, so he could smell her skin.

He laced their fingers together, then led her back to the quiet house. The white rush of waves blended into the background, the only noise beyond the slam of Tanner’s blood in his ears.

Avalon’s hand was unbelievably warm in his. Small enough too, to make him feel like a big ol’ manly man. It was a feeling he didn’t get that much, but there was something about this whole night that already had him standing taller.

An overwhelming sense of protectiveness mixed with guilt dogged his heels. He knew he was using her on a certain level, to avoid the messiness and unpleasantness of the next few days. He was staring down a bit of a shit storm.

But as he led Avalon through the silent house, up the stairs to his bedroom, he pushed it all away. She had told him she was using him too. They both needed to forget.

As they stepped inside the bedroom, his bare feet dragged to a stop on the plush carpet. The place looked like an expensive hotel room, even though it wasn’t. The walls were covered with watercolors of some stretch of beach that was certainly not San Sebastian. The headboard of the bed was an anonymous white-cane deal, but it was king-sized and spread with a dark gold blanket.

Because he’d had less than a week in the place, he still fumbled for the light switch. But a second later the room was flooded with light.

Tanner blinked against the sudden glare, glancing at Avalon. This was definitely going to be different from dropping to his knees in the shower.

There were only the two of them and whatever they could make.

So he wanted to make sure he gave her everything, gave her enough of an experience to make up for the fact that they had no future. He couldn’t permanently take up banging his sister’s best friend, and that wasn’t even taking into account how often he was gone. He spent such a large portion of time on the circuit, maintaining a girlfriend was an impossibility. Kristin had made that more than clear when she called him five times a day and cried every time he left.

Not that he’d cared before.

Did he care now?

He didn’t have the fucking time, to be perfectly honest. Avalon was an awesome chick, and she’d be able to give some lucky man everything he wanted. Everything he needed.

His hand folded tighter around hers at that thought.

Any bastard who got a chance with Avalon would have to appreciate how amazing she was. Tanner would have to make sure of it.

She tugged on her hand. “Getting a little intense there, Tanner?”

He pushed a smile up to his lips. This was the time they had. In a little more than two weeks he’d either put the cap on a decent career or be halfway to burying it. Either way, he was obligated to finish out the rest of the year’s World Championship circuit. He’d be moving on whether he had a San Sebastian trophy or not.

“Do you blame me?” He spun them around until he could sit at the end of the bed. When he tugged on her hands, she stepped between his knees without even hesitating. “This whole night has been one level of intensity after the other. I like what we’ve got going now much better.”

He skimmed his thumbs over the ridge of her hips. When she shivered, her body shimmied along with it. The apples of her cheeks weren’t so high now, not when she stared at him with dark depths of her eyes.

“I like it too.” She nodded. Her hands fluttered a moment before coming to rest on his shoulders. But once she landed, her grip became firm. More intensity. Her fingertips gouged into the muscles behind his neck.

He wanted to groan, it felt so good. Hard spikes of goodness arrowed down to his shoulder blades.

“But the question remains.” She scratched over his shoulders with her thumbnails this time. An entirely different sensation. This woman was going to flip his world as much as he wanted to flip hers. “What’s the next level?”

Avalon’s knees were still weak. Wobbly. Her pussy throbbed with the aftereffects of the orgasm Tanner had wrung from her.

And she was still greedy for more.

The question had slipped out of her mouth almost unchecked. What’s next, indeed. Most girls would have been thrilled with what she’d already gotten.

In the fall of her junior year of high school, she’d started dating her first boyfriend, Jeff Deveraux. They’d been together most of the year, until two weeks before prom when she’d had her first lesson in being used. As in, he dumped her once he didn’t need a ride to swim practice anymore.

But she figured she’d actually come out pretty lucky in that relationship. There’d been plenty of her friends who’d told her they didn’t come when they’d lost their virginity. She had.

It had made her kind of greedy. She had a high bar and men didn’t always make it.

Tanner had made her come so hard she’d thought she’d stop breathing.

And she still wanted to climb him like a monkey.

She scratched her nails over his thick muscles. The way he arched up into it was a little bit of a rush. He was a beast; all power and strength. She’d seen some surfers who were nothing but ligaments and bones. They tended to flick over the waves in tiny, liquid moves.

Not Tanner. He’d always owned the wave. Owned the moment.

Now it felt like he could own her if she wasn’t careful. She’d have to give so much of herself to be worthy of that sort of attention.

She simply didn’t know if she had that kind of effort to give at the moment.

When he buried his face against her stomach, it sent a hard shudder up through her spine. His hair tickled her bare cleavage until she pushed her fingers through it, shoved it back.

“The next level,” he said against her skin, “is anything you want it to be.”

She couldn’t help the little laugh that burbled up from her chest. “Here I am, again. Telling you that you’re freaking insane. Is this going to be a trend with us?”

“In the first place, no, it won’t be a trend.” He grabbed her by the hips, then flipped her and gently lowered her to the bed in a move so slick her head spun. The man was certainly practiced.

But she liked being on her back, looking up at him. His blunt features had a kind of hard-edged sincerity she liked. She traced his top lip with a single finger, feeling the barely noticeable ridge of his scar.

Her mouth went dry. She managed not to ask if he meant because there was no “us.” She already knew the answer to that one. Of course there wasn’t. Tanner needed the type of girl who could wait at home for him. There was too much Avalon still needed to conquer. Not to mention she couldn’t afford to have her name permanently linked with Tanner’s in a romantic way. It’d be bad enough if even one word of this one night got out.

People would say she was trying to ride Tanner’s coattails into the ranks of surfer photogs. The whispers about family connections would be nothing compared to the outright mocking she’d catch if anyone knew they’d slept together.