Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Yeah, the same way you did. In and out, no lingering in the frigid water and courting hypothermia.” I pulled off my sneakers and socks and jumped up. “Get ready. Don’t give me time to change my mind.” While I removed my jeans and briefs, he leapt up with a delighted whoop and dropped the towels.
As soon as I was naked, I grabbed his hand and both of us started running. I kept up a steady chant of, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” as we crossed the beach. When we splashed into the water, I yelped at the coldness, but I kept going.
A little swell was coming toward us, so I pinched my nose and ducked under it. The cold was stunning and a shock to my system. I popped back up with a shriek.
Devon surfaced right beside me and started laughing. He grabbed my hand again, and both of us hauled ass out of the water. He was right about one thing—it really was invigorating. I felt wide awake, and my heart was racing.
As we dashed to the towels, I exclaimed, “That’s the coldest I’ve ever been! What do you think the water temperature was, about forty?”
“It’s probably just below sixty.”
“No way.”
“The Pacific doesn’t get much colder than that here, even in winter. That’s why true polar bear plunges happen in northern climates, where the water is about twenty degrees colder than this.”
“I would die instantly. I’d pop to the surface in a perfectly rectangular block of ice, like a cartoon character.”
Devon chuckled at that as we reached our stuff. He grabbed one of the towels and quickly wrapped it around me, then used the other to dry himself off before rubbing my hair with it.
He pulled the towel off my head, and I smiled at him as I pushed my hair out of my face. Our eyes met, and something shifted between us.
In the next instant, we were all over each other.
The towels hit the ground, and we kissed like our lives depended on it. I forgot about being cold, forgot whatever bullshit we’d said about just being friends. I wanted Devon. It was impossible to deny our attraction for another second. I didn’t even know how we’d managed to hold it at bay for a week, but that was over now.
Somehow, we ended up on the blanket, tangled up together. His tongue was in my mouth, and his hand was wrapped around my cock, and it all felt so right, so inevitable. We jerked each other off, quickly, clumsily, and when I was about to come he slid down my body and started to suck me. It was absolute perfection.
I yelled as I exploded down his throat, arching off the blanket, thrusting into his warm, wet mouth. The orgasm was so powerful that it made my head spin.
I had to recover for a few seconds. The moment I could think again, I climbed on top of him and sucked him while I stroked his shaft, almost desperate to push him over the edge. It didn’t take long. Devon yelled like I had when he came. There was no reason to hold back. This place was so private that it felt like we were living in a world of our own, one where nothing mattered but this moment.
Afterwards, while we caught our breath, he grabbed the edge of the blanket and folded it over us. Then he enveloped me in his arms, and in his warmth. I kissed him gently before saying, “So, we said we weren’t going to mess around again…”
“I couldn’t resist you.”
“I couldn’t resist you, either,” I said, “and I want to keep doing this. We had our reasons not to, but maybe this road trip has its own set of rules. It’s all about having fun and being spontaneous, right? That could extend to sex, with the understanding that there are no promises or expectations for when this trip is over. What do you think?”
It wasn’t the best idea. I knew we both ran the risk of getting too attached and getting hurt, but I couldn’t keep fighting my attraction to him, and it seemed he felt the same way.
Devon rested his forehead against mine as he murmured, “I think I’d agree to anything right now, as long as it means I can keep getting naked with you.”
We spent all afternoon in that little cove, alternately kissing, talking, or just listening to the soothing rhythm of the surf. When the breeze picked up, we got dressed, but then we went right back to cuddling under the blanket.
We stayed long enough to watch a beautiful sunset, and then we quickly packed up and headed back to the motel, while it was still light enough to see where we were going.
After taking turns in the shower, I opened my borrowed suitcase and considered my options. “Would you be okay with staying in tonight? I know you wanted to head into town,” I said, “but I kind of want to put on something comfortable and sketch for a while.”