He takes another bite of calamari. “I hate losing. And I mean, hate losing. But I will concede. This is the best fucking food on the island.” He takes another bite of oyster. “No, it’s the best food I think I’ve ever had in the entire world.”
I laugh. “I told you, you wouldn’t win every time. Not when you’re competing against me.”
“I win when it’s important to win.”
His scoots his chair closer to me and then runs his hand up the center of my thigh. I tighten my legs to keep him from inching his hand up further.
“As much as I loved our first romp on the beach, I’m not sure I’m ready for another. Not when José is going to come back any second with more beer and food.”
He chuckles and slowly removes his hand. “As much as I want you right now, this might be the first time that I’ll be patient enough to finish a meal fully before I fuck you.”
“You’ll need your strength for sure for what I have planned for you tonight.”
“It’d better be fucking. Followed by more fucking. Followed by a short nap and then fucking, fucking, fucking.”
I run my tongue across my lip. “There will be no napping, and I think you are missing a fuck or two in there.”
José brings us a cooler with beers so that we can grab our own whenever we want. He also brings us each a large steak and lobster even though we aren’t even close to finishing our appetizer.
“Eat up. You’ll definitely need your strength.”
We both eat and chat about work or random thoughts we have. But we mainly just eat in silence as we watch the sun slowly start to set across the ocean while we celebrate Asher.
Somehow, we do manage to finish our plates. And then José brings the birthday cake out.
“I’m sorry. I tried to find out what your favorite dessert was, but I couldn’t. So, I had them do a birthday cake at least, and you can order whatever you want for dessert. They have almost everything.”
Asher blows out the candle. “I want the cake and you for dessert.”
I grin and take my fork to dig into the cake when Asher smears a little of the frosting against my chest.
“We are not fucking on the beach again. I don’t care if it is your birthday.”
Asher glances up at his truck that is parked just up the beach. “I do know of a very nice place to fuck that is far too clean and could use a little dirtiness.”
Asher and I exchange one look, and then we are both running up the beach to his new truck as fast as we can with Asher carrying the cake in his hands. My heart beats fast and not just because I’m running fast.
It does anytime there is a thought of having Asher. I’ve never needed sex as much as I do when I’m with Asher. I need it almost as much as I need food to eat and air to breathe. It doesn’t even make sense to me why I need it with him so much. You would think, with how amazing he is at it, that I would need less to satisfy me, not more. But, every time we fuck, it feels like he hasn’t touched me in weeks, months, years.
Asher beats me to the truck and already has the passenger door open for me when I get there. He lifts me up in the truck, so I’m sitting, facing him, and then his lips c
laim me. We kiss, and it makes me lose my breath. But I don’t care. I would survive forever from his lips alone.
Asher slowly climbs up on the truck on top of me until I’m lying back on the front seat bench in his truck. He closes the door behind us, and then we are completely engulfed in our own world. People might be able to make out what we are doing or more likely guess, but they won’t be able to really see what we are doing. The windows in this truck are tinted, and we are parked under a tree.
And, even if anyone could tell what we are doing, it doesn’t matter. We don’t care. We need each other too much to care.
I’m too entranced with his kiss to notice anything. But I feel it when the frosting covers my neck, followed by his tongue licking the sweet sugar off my body.
“I love this cake,” he says as he spreads more of the frosting on my body. This time, it’s over my breasts before his tongue slowly licks it off.
I moan every time he touches me with his tongue. I tangle my hand in his hair, keeping his tongue against my body. I can’t really move. There isn’t room in the truck. It’s hot in here and getting hotter with every second that passes. I don’t care about any of it. All I can focus on is Asher’s tongue against my skin.
Asher’s hand slides up under my dress and grasps my breast. I arch my back, needing him to touch me more.
“We will have to save this cake for later. I need you now,” Asher says.
I feel his fingers run down my body and then slip into my panties. He pulls them down and rubs his thumb across my clit, making me wet in seconds. He slides a condom on before his cock replaces his fingers, and then he’s inside me as my back arches, trying to push him in further and further, until he is fully filling me.