“Yes,” she breathes, eyes wide, all flushed, and lips swollen from mine.
One pull and the strings come undone, the top slides down over the swell of her chest.
“Perfect.” I press my mouth in the centre, tongue dragging along the curves, taking each nipple into my mouth.
Her breathing hitches when I do, hips rolling forward against me, and I’ll probably die before I can show her how much I want her.
It’s like that for a while—my mouth and tongue all over her chest until she starts panting my name, and I pull back, voice cracked and ragged when I ask, “Are you sure?”
She drags a singular finger across the line of my jaw, nodding. “Very.”
“Uh, great.” I nod quickly, and not for the first time, and probably not for the last—she’s a woman who makes me feel like a boy. “Stand up.” A frown creases her brow and I widen my eyes, tugging on the strings of her bathing suit bottom. “Bottoms off.”
She sniffs a laugh, and before she can climb off me, my arms are around her back and I stand, keeping her upright and our bodies touching.
“Feet on the ground,” I say roughly, and her legs unwind from my hips, all of her pressing against me.
I try to take a careful exhale, in and out, but Ren stands there, red-wine hair spilling across shoulders, pink from the sun, her chest swollen from my mouth and tongue. I don’t know if she’s somehow got a hold of some sort of mirror and can see herself the way I do—but with these precise, confident movements, like she realized, just for a second how fucking beautiful she is, she tugs on the strings on either side of her waist and lets the rest of the suit fall to the floor.
Pressing my eyes closed, I do work on breathing in and out before I tell her with a slow shake of my head, “I think I made you up.”
She blinks, a bit in surprise, and maybe, the ghosts of tears shine across her lash line, but they’re gone as quickly as they came, and she smiles softly up at me, fingers twirling the string of my swim shorts before her palm drags along my impossibly hard cock. “Yours too.”
“Fuck. If you keep doing that—”
She tries to swallow a laugh. “Are you—usually that quick?”
“For you?” I nod, kicking my shorts off. “Yeah, probably.”
She does laugh this time, and then it’s her hands scrambling over my back and mine tangling in her hair, lips crashing together when she wraps her legs back around me, and I pick her up, walking the few steps backwards until my knees meet the leather and we’re back in the seat.
“I don’t have—uh, fuck—I don’t have a condom.” I press a fist to my mouth.
“I don’t either. Obviously.” She waves a hand to her discarded bathing suit, and she looks back at me, studying, before her sheoffers tentative words. “But I haven’t been with anyone, and I got tested at my last physical. I do have an IUD ... for some reason.” She frowns at that before she snorts a laugh that makes my cock ache even more.
“Yeah, uh, I haven’t—I had a test at the start of the season. Haven’t been with anyone.”
“You haven’t?” She pulls her head back.
I jerk my chin. “Nah, just me alone in the shower with my hand and thoughts of some messy redhead who stole my favourite jersey.”
“You think about me?” The corners of her lips curl upward, teasing, before her eyes sharpen. “Wait—hey! I didn’t steal your jersey. That was a gift, Miller.”
“Doesn’t matter. You can keep it either way,” I tell her, swallowing a groan when her hips shift. “Are you—you’re okay like this ... just—”
“Us?” she finishes.
I nod. “Yeah, if it’s just ... us.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “I trust you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Alright.” I exhale. “Lift your hips.”
Her forehead presses against mine, so close I can see all those swirls of colour in her eyes, but they blur into nothing when she does, her chest arching into mine. One of my hands finds her waist, the other grips the base of my cock, and she lowers slowly down onto me.
She lets out a tiny whimper, eyes closed, and it is just us now. Her, in my lap, stretching around me, heavy breathing mixing together under the stars.
“You’re okay. I’m right here.” My palm splays between her shoulder blades. “I’ve got you.”
