Running Away With Him

I’m the guy who never wins anything. Not even the little raffles at school when I was kid. I’m the type who catches all the red lights when I’m in a hurry. That’s my life. I’m not the guy who ends up naked on a beach with a stranger.

Except that’s exactly who I am now.

Our hands are all over each other, and while we both take turns every fifteen seconds or so to look around and make sure that we’re still alone and unnoticed, the rest of our focus is completely on each other.

On the way her fingers drag down my back under my shirt. On how her hips grind against mine. On how her lovely tummy leads up to those perky little breasts I spied in the bathroom mirror earlier. Only now that I’ve got her shirt off her, I’m not only allowed an up-close look, but Kate also doesn’t stop me when I begin kissing around her mounds in a spiral, working my way slowly to her nipples.

Maybe I should be more worried about her ex finding us. Or just being arrested for indecent exposure. But all I can think of is that even if we are stopped, I want her so riled up that she has no choice but to drag me to the nearest hotel and finish what we started here on the beach.

When I finally begin sucking on her left nipple, Kate moans and grabs my head. She pulls my lips to hers, and after a passionate kiss, pushes me away long enough to growl out, “I need you inside of me. Now.”

My pants are off in a flash, and as weird as it is pulling my own jeans off someone else, I’ve soon got her bottom half bare as well. I take just a moment to lean back and appreciate her curves. Then I’m back on top of her. But this time when we grind against each other, nothing stands in the way of my cock. And after I reach down and offer him a little guidance, I’m soon at her entrance.

When I press in, she groans, but there’s also a bit of pain in her vocalization. I stop and ask if she’s okay.

“I’m good.”

But when I continue to press in, she grimaces.

“Sorry,” she says when I pause again. “It’s just that the beginning is always a bit of a stretch for me.”

“We can stop,” I hear myself saying, but inside I’m praying to whatever gods may be listening that she doesn’t take up this offer.

“No, no. I want this.” She pulls my head down and kisses me more gently this time. With our lips still touching, she says, “But it’s sweet of you to worry about me. Some guys would just push in without a care in the world as to whether it feels like it’s ripping me open or not.”

I have just enough time to connect the dots and figure out that she’s more than likely referring to her ex—the same one who wants nothing more than to find us at this exact moment—when she wraps her legs around me and pulls me in with a firm thrust that has me penetrating her completely. She gasps but then begins wriggling underneath me and I take that as a sign to continue.

Which I do.

Slowly at first, but in no time we’re picking up speed. I can’t help it with the cute noises she’s making underneath me. They’re better than a cheering crowd at making me feel like I’m doing something right.

So as Kate writhes underneath me, I lose myself to the sensations. I allow my consciousness to dip below the waves of dopamine slowly drowning out all other thoughts, worries, and cares. For me, everything at this moment is Kate.

It's for this reason that I don’t notice the car door slamming somewhere up closer to the road. And as I reach the point of no return—at which time all I can focus on is the feeling of my length sliding in and out of Kate with increasing speed—there’s no way I could take notice of the footfalls approaching along the soft sand.

Bit it’s right before I can finish that I hear Kate scream. I open my eyes to see her staring at something above me. Something casting a shadow on top of us. And the moment I look back, there’s only the silhouette of a boot before it crashes into my face.

Chapter 9

Kate

All it took was letting my guard down for half an hour. That’s apparently all the time Trevor needed to catch up. And now he’s here, and I couldn’t be in a more vulnerable state.

Naked and alone on a beach, save for Brad. The poor guy who’s been nothing but amazing to me since I latched onto him at the department store. There’s no one to witness Trevor’s violent outburst on this deserted beach. No one to stop Trevor from kicking Brad in the stomach this time when he tries to lift himself up after the initial blow.

“How long have you been fucking this one?” Trevor asks and spits on the ground right beside Brad’s bleeding face. “You been planning this lover’s escape for some time, haven’t you?”

He’s talking like I’ve somehow cheated on him. Like we’re still together. “You and I, we’re not a thing anymore,” I remind him.

He does not take this well.

Trevor kicks Brad once more. This one knocks all the air out of his lungs and leaves Brad gasping for breath. “I can see why,” Trevor says. “Guess I got this little shit-stain to blame.?

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“Please,” I beg him. I stop clinging to the blanket I gathered up and wrapped around me. “It wasn't his fault. We only met today.”

Trevor pauses because he’s got exactly what he’s been looking to gain back all this time: me, groveling at his feet. Only I bet that even in his wildest dreams I wasn’t nude when he imagined this happening.