A nuclear blast detonated from my dick to my brain. My hips rocketed up, and I started coming and coming and coming. I was barely aware of the feral groan I released as it echoed through the room.
She rode me, hard and fast, and then slow, until my dick was completely spent.
As always, I emerged from the memory with my hand around my dick and cum all over my belly. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but I’d had to make do with it over the last four years.
Now that she was back in my life, sort of, I wondered if we could have the real thing again.
6
Jess
Alex worked really hard today, so as his reward, I took him down to the beach and into the ocean. We had done this a few times, so having my swimsuit in my bag was commonplace now. I had to admit that it was lovely to be on a beach, and in the cool water on an especially hot day. I loved to see how rejuvenating the water was to Alex, and so was happy to include it in his recovery.
Since seeing Carter the day before, being on the beach and in the water today reminded me of our week on the cruise in Mexico. We had several stops at beaches and the memories of that time were wonderful, and at the same time, they made me sad that they were in the past. But Carter and I weren’t 22-year-old single, carefree people anymore. To be honest, I wasn't really one then, except for that one week. Now I had a career and a son that I had to think about, so my week with Carter was going to stay where it had been since the day I walked off the ship; a beautiful memory.
When Alex and I got out of the water, I laid down two towels, one for each of us, and helped him down to it because he liked drying off in the sun. Concerned about burning, I brought down a beach umbrella and set it up because I knew that along with drying off in the sun, he often took a nap. I didn't want to have him recuperate from his back injury only to get skin cancer.
"You should put on more sunscreen, Alex," I said to him.
He grinned at me. "Yes, mother," he said in his cheeky tone.
I smirked and handed him the sunscreen. I sat on the other towel next to him, taking a moment to enjoy the sun.
The surf and the golden sun of California were two things that I loved about this place. In the year since I’d moved to California, I’d learned that there aren’t distinct seasons, at least in San Diego. Back home, in the Midwest, the summers were hot like here, but also sticky, humid. The winters could be bitter cold, and include several feet of snow. In the interim of the two, spring and fall, were the two times when the weather was perfect, and in fact, most like what I'd experienced year-round here in California. I didn’t miss the humidity or the snow, and it was another validation that I made the right decision to move here, even though it was ridiculously expensive, and a threat of fire and drought every year.
As I enjoyed the warmth of the sun, I got lost in thoughts that included everything from four years ago with Carter to wondering if I needed to stop at the grocery store on the way home tonight to pick up something for dinner. I realized I didn’t have my phone to text Reggie to ask her.
I looked over at Alex who was laying down and appeared to be asleep. Even in his sleep, he had a very satisfied smile. For a man who had lost a wife that he loved so much, that by his sons’ accounts, had left him a hollow shell of a man for many years, he seemed to have learned how to enjoy the small things in life.
I decided that he was probably all right there for a few minutes, so I stood up and slipped on my flip-flops. I didn’t bother putting on my swimsuit cover as I would be right back. I headed up toward the house. When I reached the terrace, I found my bag on the ground next to a chair. I bent over and started rummaging through it looking for my phone.
Behind me, I heard the door to the terrace opening, but figured it was the housekeeper, bringing out some water. It made me think I came up at a good time because both Alex and I should probably have some water since the sun and the ocean can dehydrate the body.
I straightened and then froze as I saw Carter standing there. He stopped short too, his gaze moved slowly over my body. Eventually it returned to my face, and there was no denying the hung
er I saw in his eyes. It was only then that I remembered that I was wearing only my swimsuit.
"Déjà vu," his husky tone made my blood heat inside at the memory of our time four years ago and how he made my body hum when he touched it.
He moved toward me, and I noted that he was wearing a suit today. It was odd because Carter I remembered had only worn shorts and a T-shirt, or maybe jeans. Yesterday he’d worn jeans as well. But now, the man in front of me was a businessman. A sexy businessman. It made me wonder if Carter looked sexy in everything he wore?
He was carrying a bakery box that he set on the terrace table, as he reached me. When he turned his attention to me, I realized that he was standing close to me like he’d done yesterday.
"I still think about that week in Mexico all the time,” he said.
His eyes held the same intensity as they did yesterday when he surprised me by kissing me. I felt it deep down into my bones. That's the way it had been four years ago; the chemistry and attraction was so strong, it was a wonder we couldn't see the arc of the sparks between us.
I knew that if he tried to kiss me again now that I would likely accept it. In fact, if he dragged me inside and touched me again, I'd probably give in to that temptation as well.
But I couldn't. As much as I would love to re-experience what we had four years ago, I was at work. My boss was just a feet away on the beach. And of course, there was Tanner, that I still hadn't figured out how to tell Carter about.
So was when his hand reached out as if he was going to touch my face, I took a step back.
Carter stopped and looked at me, his eyes and his tone turning soft. "I know I shouldn’t have kissed you last night, and maybe I should apologize for it, but to be honest, I'm not sorry. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t been able to help myself. Even now I would do anything to kiss you again."
Carter's openness with his feelings had been one of the things that made him stand out from every other man I'd ever dated. Initially, four years ago, I thought it was a gimmick he used knowing that women loved to hear things like from men. But by the end of the week, I knew that it was a part of him. He wore his feelings on his sleeve. I had never been so brave, and today I was even less so because it wasn't just me that I had to worry about, but Tanner too.
"I'm working now. And your father is my boss. I don't want to lose my job because I'm caught kissing the boss’s son."