Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) (5 page)

“How’s this?” he asked.

A dip among the dunes protected us from the eyes of the house and the beach. Even with the light from the half moon and the outdoor solar lamp from the pathway, someone would have to know the spot to see us. Still, it was private, secret. Realizing I’d never done the deed under the open skies, I suddenly felt awkward. Was God watching? Was my Dad? Like the roof of a car or a house would matter.

“Good spot,” I said, and tried to keep the sudden nerves twisting in my stomach from coming out in my voice.

“Glad you approve.” Sean spread the blanket out on the sand then came to stand in front of me. There was just enough light for me to see the desire swimming in his eyes.

The temperature had dropped but I knew I wouldn’t be cold for very long. Sean pulled off his shirt and I took off my sweatshirt. I was hesitant to slip off my dress. Why? What was wrong with me? It’s not like this was my first time. Or second.

“Don’t go all shy on me now. Off,” he demanded.

I tugged the dress over my head to reveal my lacy blue bra and the fact that I wore no panties.

Sean dropped to his knees. “Jesus, Kelsey. You should warn a man before revealing such a sexy secret.” He looked up at me, his hand over his heart like he was about to swear a solemn oath. “You’re more than beautiful.”

The compliment made me even more self-conscious. I sensed he was being sincere but one didn’t get the moniker Hampton Hottie without being a player. “I bet you say that to all the mermaids.” This time my voice shook.

“You’re my first.” A hint of a smile appeared on his face. “Mermaid, that is.”

Just like that he’d eased my worries. “I promise, I’ll be gentle,” I teased.

Sean ran his hands up my legs and placed a soft kiss at the V at my thighs. I gasped.

Then he looked up at me. A hungry expression had replaced his smile. With complete seriousness he said, “Take that back.”

My legs trembled. Wetness slicked in between my legs. “I do. Take it back.”

“Lay down with me.” Not a demand, but a plea.

It wasn’t like I could stand anyway.

Lying on our sides we faced each other on the blanket. Sean caressed my curves so lightly that I couldn’t distinguish between his fingertips and the soft ocean breeze until it felt like my whole body was being touched at once, causing me to writhe in pleasure and in agony because I needed more.

I leaned in to kiss him. Soft at first, exactly the way he was touching me. But then Sean threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed me into a wanton frenzy. Pressed against him, my pussy tingled, feeling how big and hard his cock was. I was ready to beg him to fuck me but that would’ve involved my mouth leaving his.

After maneuvering me onto my back, his lips left mine to trace a path to my breasts. He lightly sucked on my nipple through the lace and then the other. It was erotic. Hot. My breasts wanted out of the confines of the bra. Sean must’ve felt the same way because with a frustrated yank he set them free. Sucking on my naked nipples, he was greedy now. A moan escaped my mouth. Then another.

Finally, his fingers played with the folds of my pussy.

“Oh, God, Kelsey, you are so wet for me.”

“Sean!” I lifted my hips searching for more pressure to bring on the orgasm I could feel building inside me.

“No. I want you to come into my mouth.”

His mouth. Yes, his mouth. On my pussy. Now.

The anticipation of his tongue heightened as his lips trailed down from my breasts to my belly and then he is there. His hot breath branded me as his.

“Ah, Kelsey.”

This wasn’t the time for talk and I pulled his head to where I needed it the most. He understood and licked me. Sucked on me. His hands firmly held my hips in place as he worked my pussy. I clenched the blanket, balling the fabric into my hands. My shouts of his name were lost to the wind. Or at least I hoped so. My body was a bundle of release and desire. I wanted to curl up in a ball. I wanted to ride him hard.

I felt him move away from me. “You taste as sweet as your accent.”

Rubbing my legs together, the pleasure continued to hum through me. I’d never experienced anything like it, not even by myself. He knew my body better than I did.

I lifted my head just as he opened a foil packet.

“Let me.” I wanted to feel the length and thickness of him in my hands.

“No. Don’t move. I love looking at you. Sated. Yet, so ready for more.” He rolled on the condom. “So ready for me.”

Lying on my back, I could only see a shadow of his cock. I cursed the moon for not being full.

“Open your legs for me, Kelsey.”

Not a demand, or a plea, but a prayer.

I answered his so mine could be answered too.

The cool air did nothing to ease the ache between my legs, intensifying the feeling until I thought I would come again.

His cock filled more than my pussy, he was filling every fiber of my being. Like he was a part of me.

“How do you want it, Kelsey?”

I wanted it hard and fast. I wanted it slow and passionate. I wanted it all. Right now. I’d met Sean less than forty-eight hours ago, but my body felt like it had known him forever.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My breath had caught in my throat.

Sean chose for me as he backed all the way out and then thrusts back in.

“Yes, that!” I cried out.

Each time he pulled out I felt like I was dying and when he pushed back in reborn.

The slow build was torture. It was bliss.

Over and over.

A wave of pleasure crested inside me, higher and higher until I feared, yet still begged for the crash of release.

I was way beyond ready, but I didn’t have to tell Sean. He knew my body like we were long lost lovers from another time. Another universe. He quickened the pace to the beat of my pulse. Rapid. Furious.

I might need mouth-to-mouth for real.

Sean

K
elsey’s nails raked
down my back. The pain felt like a badge of honor.

Hell, it turned me on.

Her pleasure was my pleasure. It was the only way I’d maintained control this long. I wouldn’t come until she did. Her sweet moans urged me on. Then her pussy clenched around me, she screamed my name like I was a fucking God, but I was a slave to the very beat of her heart. Raw need hit me like a rogue wave out in the middle of the ocean. And I followed her orgasm with my own.

Coming inside Kelsey was my reward. It was everything.

Our heavy breaths mingled as we both come down from the ride of our lives.

I knew I should say something, but any words would fall flat compared to how I was feeling. Kelsey wouldn’t believe me anyway. I couldn’t believe it myself. It was more than her banging body or pretty face. I knew next to nothing about her, yet somehow each touch, each kiss, each sigh felt like a rediscovery. My cock ached to be inside her again. To be home.

I rolled to my back, taking her with me. I held the sides of her face, placing soft kisses on her lips, and hoped my actions relayed what I didn’t know how to express with words.

Kelsey shivered against me, snuggling closer for warmth. The cold seeped back into our bodies. Though it was the last thing I wanted, I said, “We should get dressed.”

She nodded and pulled away. I immediately regretted my suggestion and nearly stole her clothes to keep her naked and in my arms.

We dressed in silence. She seemed deep in thought and I wondered what was going through her mind. I wished I could read her heart as well I could read her body.

After giving the blanket a shake and tossing it over my shoulder, I reached for her hand. Weaving her fingers with mine, she finally smiled and I knew there’d be a date number two.

Back at the driveway, Kelsey tugged me toward the house. “Do you want to come in for something to drink?”

The only thing I thirsted for were her lips. “I better go. I have drills at the crack of dawn.”

“Oh.” Kelsey tried to hide her pout.

“Really.” I tilted her chin so she had to look me in the eyes. “There’s a bonfire at the beach tomorrow night. Come with me?”

“Yes. I’m not nearly done with you, Sean Dempsey.”

“Thank God,” I said. And when she was done with me, I’d be wrecked. And I didn’t care. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her breath away. “I’ll be here by six.”

“Wait. Give me your phone.”

I fumbled in my pocket and handed it to her.

She typed in her number. I looked at the screen and smiled. Kelsey Mitchell. “So you don’t think I’m a serial killer?”

“With the orgasms you give, I couldn’t care less if you were on the FBI’s most wanted list.”

My head swelled along with my cock. I could fall in love with this girl. And that scared the ever-loving shit out of me.

Kelsey

T
he next morning
the bed won. I had absolutely no desire to take a run on the beach. No desire to do anything but lie here and recover. I ached all over. In some places, the ache was most delicious and in others not.

Splaying a hand across the sheets, I wished Sean were here beside me. Or on top of me. Or underneath me.

A knock sounded. My friends were up before me? Had Hell frozen over? The two didn’t wait for an invitation before barging in to jump on the bed.

Leigh grabbed the extra pillow and smacked me on the shoulder. “Wake up!”

“I am up,” I grumbled. “What time is it?”

“Ten, sleepy head.” Storme opened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the room. “We couldn’t wait any longer to hear about your date.”

My date. That was a tame way of putting it. Oh sure, it started out so sweet, but ended up oh-so naughty. The thought of it made me smile.

“That good?” asked Leigh.

“Yeah, you look like the cat who just ate the canary—or something else?” said Storme. “Now spill!”

I laughed at my friends who looked at me with expectant eyes. The sun filtering in shined a light on the sad reality that at summer’s end there would be no more late night talks or early morning confessions with my girls. We’d go our separate ways; destined to promise to see other soon but ending up merely Facebook friends who liked each other statuses.

Storme would have Philip and the winery, while Leigh worked herself into an early grave as a PR consultant. And I would—I had no idea what. I only knew I had to make the most of this summer.

Knowing it might be my last confession, I relished making them wait as I propped myself up on some pillows. With dramatic flair, I dished about my date with The Hampton Hottie. My friends sighed when I told them about the epic first kiss. My insides went weak from reliving it. It made it real.

“And did it lead to more?” Storme asked like she already knew the answer.

I answered with a giggle and if the sudden heat in my cheeks were any indication, I think I blushed. Or I was coming down with a cold from swimming in the freezing water, because Kelsey Mitchell did not blush.

“Oh my God! Where?” Leigh hit me with the pillow again.

“On the dunes.” But that’s all I planned to divulge about the greatest sex of my life. Maybe, because it had felt like it was more than just sex. Had Sean felt it too? Or had the stars, moonlight, and vodka messed with my head?

“It was freezing last night,” said Leigh.

“Sean knows how to keep a girl warm,” I said with a sly smile.

Storme slapped my thigh through the covers. “You are so bad!”

“Are you going to see him again?” The expression on Leigh’s face was hopeful.

I nodded. “He’s coming over after work, if that’s okay, Storme?”

“Of course it is. Besides we want to check him out for ourselves.”

“Okay, but no third degree.” My friends should know by now that I didn’t do relationships. Too much drama. “It’s a summer fling, not a walk down the aisle.”

Leigh shook her head. “Two dates in two days? It must be love.”

Yes, that was an anomaly in my love life or more accurately, my lust life. But love? In two days? Ha!

*

I completed twenty
laps in Storme’s infinity pool. Wearing little bikinis and large hats, Storme sipped on wine and Leigh nursed a smoothie while they read gossip magazines on the lounge chairs. I swam up to the side and rested one forearm on the lip of the pool. Reaching for the bottle of beer I had left as a reward for my twenty laps, I took a refreshing guzzle.

I pointed my beer at Leigh. “What’s up with the smoothie? We’re on vacation.”

“Hey, I put one of those little umbrellas in it,” she defended.

“Doesn’t count,” I said.

“We’ll be drinking at the bonfire. I need to pace myself. And, hello.” Leigh waved a magazine with one of the Kardashians on the cover in the air. “It’s not like I’m reading War and Peace.”

“Only because I hid your Kindle,” piped in Storme.

“Excellent idea,” I said, smiling as Leigh smacked Storme with the magazine. I took another pull of beer. “What time is it?” I asked.

Storme picked up her phone. “Um, it’s 5:50.”

It was 5:45 the last tine I asked. Since I wasn’t an Olympic swimmer I knew Sean was late and Storme was trying to spare my feelings. I was about to start another twenty laps when Sean let himself in from the gate that led to the beach. “Hello, ladies.”