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Merrick
“Where are we going?”
Glancing sideways, I roll my eyes over Davis’s face and smile. It’s just past nine the next morning—not even twenty-four hours since I had my mouth and hands all over him. We have an entire day ahead of us to spend alone and to get to know one another on a deeper level. But after last night, the only thing I want to do is toss him down onto my bed and spend the day bringing one another pleasure.
It’s a good thing we’re in the car and I have to stay focused on driving. Thank God I’ve got myself under control. Granted, self-gratification is no substitute for the man seated next to me, but it was either that or spend the entire day tense and blue-balled. I could have taken him up on his offer to help me out, but that would have been rude considering how spent he was. The poor guy was so fully sated he almost fell asleep in my arms. There’s no way I was ruining that moment by pushing him to get me off.
Today will be good for us in many ways. Hopefully, it will help to get his head out of the travesty that is his marriage, and he will let himself relax for a change. I plan on learning as much about him as I can, while also letting him become comfortable with the idea ofus. As much as it pains me, I have to keep a physical distance from him. He is in no way ready to go public…even if that is what he thinks he wants. There is too much riding on how I handle things from this point on. I’d love nothing more than to strip him bare and spend hours on my knees for him. Judging by last night, he might be ready for that sooner than I think. But this thing we have is more than just sex…more about friendship really. I believe we are working toward something solid, something everlasting. I just wish I knew if he believed that too.
“Just up the coast to Capitola.” I shift my eyes to the right, while still keeping my attention on the road. “You ever been there?”
“Nope.”
“It’s a cute little coastal town. Good restaurants. Nice beach.” My plan for the day is to keep him happy and relaxed and the little beach town we’re headed to is the perfect place where we can escape and become invisible. “Sound okay?”
There are a few long moments of silence, then he murmurs, “Sounds perfect.”
We talk very little as we drive, the mellow tunes from the jazz station I like setting the perfect backdrop for our lazy Saturday. When we made our plans for today, I told Davis only that we’d be gone most of the day and that he should dress for the beach but bring nicer clothes to change into. He may have still been sex-rummy by the time he finally headed home last night, but clearly he absorbed what I was saying. He’s wearing a well-loved tee, a loose pair of cargo shorts, and flip flops; just as I am. His duffle is in the trunk next to mine. My only wish is that we were heading out of town for an entire weekend, instead of one day. But, I remind myself, I need to be happy that he’s here with me and we have the entire day together. And that by all accounts, he’s exactly where he wants to be.
The drive is uneventful and soon I’m pulling into a parking spot along the cliff edge and powering down the engine. Turning toward Davis, I see his hands curled into fists on his knees, his jaw clenched. Concerned about his sudden change of mood, I reach across to place my hand on his arm. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
His eyes shift to mine…and instantly land on my mouth. A slow, deep flush spreads across his cheeks, his half-smile strained. “I… I want….” He looks directly at me once more. “I want to kiss you. And I can’t.”
Sliding my hand down to his, I grasp his fingers and smile. “Sure you can.” I glance around at the sleepy part of town where I’m parked. We’re up a ways from all the businesses, with only the ocean in front of us and the street behind us. I see no one in our vicinity, so I lean across the console and whisper, “All clear. Now come here.”
Davis needs no other encouragement. His demanding mouth lands on mine in a move I feel all the way down to my toes. His tongue and mine begin to dance together, his free hand against my chest, gathering a handful of cotton. This surprising turn of events thrills me, but it’s important to keep us both in check. What we don’t need is our impromptu make out session being interrupted by tourists….or worse, the cops.
Disengaging my mouth from his, I nestle my head into his neck and breathe him in. His intoxicating scent of clean soap, cologne and hot male is like my very own catnip. My body goes completely haywire when we’re this close. “For the record, I love it when you tell me what you want.”
He chuckles, his wide chest vibrating as he does. “That’s good. It’s a first for me, you know.”
Pulling back, I frown. “What do you mean?”
Davis shrugs, running his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze locked there. “In the past—with Chantal—I never expressed myself like that.”
“How’d she know how to please you then?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Not sure she really did.” His eyes finally roll to mine. “It was fine. Good even. Sometimes. It just wasn’t…..” He drops a soft peck on my lips. “It wasn’t this.”
I wanted more information about the man, and it’s clear he’s finally eager to give it to me. Not that I’m thrilled to dissect his sexual past with Chantal, but it is nice to know that he likes what we’re doing. That said, after what happened last night, I’ve no doubt the man enjoys the two of us together. His head may not be fully on board—yet, that is—but his body certainly is.
My palm cradles his cheek. “Just so you know, it hasn’t ever been like this for me either.” My voice drops to a whisper. “It scares me…how much I want this. Want you.”
“I know what you mean.”
The words are on the tip of my tongue to ask him where he sees us going, but I’m well aware it’s too soon. There are too many logistics to work out; first and foremost the dissolution of his marriage. I’ve never been involved with someone who is already ‘taken’, and it’s always been against my better judgement to do so. I believe wholeheartedly in monogamy, always have. But I know this situation is different…it’s not as if I’m taking a happily married man and showing him my wicked ways. Somehow, I have to find a balance between what I want, and what is realistic for his circumstances.
Giving him another quick kiss, I pull away and take the keys in hand. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”
We make our way down the hill and the sidewalk toward the pier, remaining silent as we kick off our sandals and take the few stairs down to the sand. It’s not a huge beach, but it will afford us the privacy we need to talk, while setting a nice relaxed tone for the day.
I’ve gotten used to waiting Davis out, which I do now as well. The few things we’ve said today, coupled with the electricity from last night, have moved us to a whole new level. Yes, we are friends. But our relationship is bigger now, more important, yet at times still so very fragile. I’m anxious for us to find that happy place where we can coexist without always expecting it to fall apart.
“Last night was….” his voice drifts off as he looks toward the ocean.
“Yes….it was.”
He snickers and glances at me. “Is it…is it always like that? So…intense.”
