Page 47 of Coastal Runaway

My mouth went dry.

The man was all muscle. Even though he's not an athlete anymore, he clearly kept up in the gym because his arms rivaled some of the hottest athletes on campus.

Using the mirror, I trailed my eyes down over his broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and subtle V that continued down to his jeans. He came up behind me, pressing his front to my back and placed his hands on my hips.

“Getting started without me?” He asked.

“I didn’t know if you’d show up.” I met his eyes in the mirror.

“I’ll always show up for you, Tig.”

He reached for the tie in the back of my shirt and tugged it loose, causing the shirt to fall off my shoulders and flutter to my bedroom floor. His palms slid up my ribcage and his fingers paused on the dainty tattoo that was just under my right breast.

“When did you get this?” He asked.

“The summer I moved here,” I said nervously.

He chuckled at the small tiger tattoo that I got one night when Maeve and I wanted to be reckless. It's fine line and hidden just enough that you can’t see it if I wear the right bathing suit. It was my act of rebellion, but a small part of me knew that Luke would always be part of me—part of my past.

His thumb ran over the inked lines as we stood in silence for a few moments. His featherlight touch bringing my body to life. Something in the air changed.

“I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed it all those times you stared at me in a bikini.” I raised an eyebrow to him in the mirror.

“I was distracted,” he whispered in my ear as he flicked my nipple causing me to moan, “you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.

Luke twisted me in his arms and instead of ravaging my mouth, he took me in a way that felt like he was pouring his heart into me. We were a mess of hands and limbs as we took off each other's clothes and fell into bed. Luke rolled on top of me and ran his tongue down my collarbone until he suctioned his mouth around my nipple. I arched into him with a whimper.

“Always so responsive.” He murmured and moved to the other side.

Without removing his mouth he cupped my pussy with his hand, dipping one finger inside to find me drenched. He hummed in approval.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

Still completely wound up from earlier, I nodded my head, frantically uttering, “please.”

“I love it when you beg.” He reached over the bed and fished a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans. He tore the foil packet open with his teeth and slipped it on. In one swift movement, he grabbed my wrists and pushed them above my head, spreading my legs further apart with his knees. He leaned down to kiss me and he pushed inside achingly slow.

Once he was buried to the hilt he took a deep breath and started a steady, merciless rhythm with his hips.

“I will never get over how well I fit inside you,” he ground out.

I moaned so loudly that he slapped a hand over my mouth.

“You gotta be quiet, baby, or the whole house will hear us,” he whispered in my ear, “can you do that for me?”

I nodded and moaned as he left his hand there and pounded me harder, “good girl.” I looped my arms around his neck and lifted my legs to wrap around his waist. His praise fueled something deep in me. I wanted it, ached for it.

Luke moaned and pulled out of me, before picking me up and putting me on my stomach so I was facing away from the bed and staring directly into my full length mirror.

He put his hands under my hips and pulled me up so I was on my knees. “I want you to watch how good you take me.” He said as he slid back into me, making eye contact with me in the mirror. He slapped both hands on my ass and pulled them apart, running his thumb up the middle right over my asshole. I jumped at the feeling.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, Keegan?” His eyes were dark as they stared at our reflection. I shook my head no. He growled and ran his thumb over my ass again. He stopped momentarily to pull out and dip a finger inside of me before quickly shoving himself back inside of me, hard, and continuing his rhythm.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing until suddenly I felt a new sensation. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Luke dipped his finger right into the place that no one had ever even tried to go. He went slow at first, easing me into this new experience, but the feeling was euphoric. I started pushing myself back against him, urging him on.

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” The pleasure it added was mind blowing, like nothing I’d ever felt.

“Always such a little slut for me.” He said pushing his finger a little further, making me cry out into the sheets so I wouldn’t alert the entire house.