Page 41 of So I'll Know
“Nothing.”Everything.
I lean forward and our mouths meet in what feels like a cataclysmic crash.
Time stops.
It’s just me and him and the sea.
My lips move against his, my tongue begging for entry. And he opens for me with a soft moan, his hands clutching my cheeks and scrubbing through my stubble. I rub my fingers into the soft strands of his hair, tugging gently. My hand molds perfectly to the back of his skull.
I’ve never kissed anyone like this before. It’s feral and needy and the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I wish I’d given in sooner because now that I’m kissing Jeremy Hart, I never want to stop.
We’re both wearing sweatpants that leave little to the imagination, and our hard cocks rub together as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. I tug him impossibly closer against mybody, but it’s not enough. As if he feels the same way, Jeremy jumps into my arms, his legs circling my waist. I grab his ass, but stumble back, my equilibrium thrown off, and we fall onto the wet sand.
Our kiss breaks as the air is knocked from my body, but Jeremy straddles me, his knees caging my hips while he grinds his cock against mine. He stares down at me, an animalistic gleam in his teal eyes.
The tide rushes around me, soaking my backside and clothes, but all I feel is the heat of Jeremy’s body. He leans forward and presses us together again, and a needy whine escapes my lips as my eyes roll back in my head.
I’m hot and cold, my cock heavy and aching against my stomach.
I need a release like I need air. Jeremy’s lips are chilled and salty as they brush mine. He grabs my wrists, hauling them above my head and pushing them into the wet sand while he continues to kiss me. This time, it’s gentle when our lips dance together, but his hips move against me with purpose, the friction delicious as pleasure builds in my spine.
“Jer,” I pant into his mouth. “Jer, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
He pulls back and chuckles. His breath is hot on my cheeks, and his lips curve in a knowing smirk. I barely notice the salt water stinging my eyes because all I see and feel ishim.
“Then why would I stop?” He bears down and crushes our cocks together, and I can’t hold back. The orgasm steals the air from my lungs and fills my cold, soaking-wet sweats with warm, sticky cum. I arch my back through it, groaning loudly, and Jeremy’s hands tighten on my wrists as his hips give a final aggressive pump, and then he releases his own orgasm with a needy whimper. Grit and sand bite into my skin as his grip tightens even more, but the pain just heightens the euphoria.
Jeremy collapses on top of me, his chest heaving, just asanother wave washes over us, literally throwing ice water on our moment. I start to laugh, and Jeremy giggles too, his body quaking against mine while we lie on the beach, unable to move.
Suddenly, a bright light hits us.
Jeremy rolls off me, shading his eyes, and I realize with sharp panic that it’s a truck crawling up the beach.
Fucking fuck. Is it Ryan? Did he follow us?
I glance around frantically, wondering if we can make a run for it, but the beach is so exposed. Then, blue and red lights flash with a siren chirp.
“Mood killer.” Jeremy brushes the hair from his eyes, which only serves to leave a dark streak of sand along his brow.
Relieved, I push myself up, doing my best to shake the sand from my sweats, but it’s a losing battle. I may as well have gone swimming in my clothes. I reach down, take Jeremy’s hand, and haul him to his feet as the truck comes to a stop and points the light directly in our faces.
Jeremy tries to drop my hand, but I hold on tighter.
The door opens and a police officer steps out, his boots squishing and squeaking as he walks our way. “Morning. Everything okay here?”
Jeremy trembles against me, and something tugs at my chest. Despite that little voice in the back of my head telling me I should hide, I stand taller and tug him close. I’m tired of ignoring my feelings. Jeremy doesn’t deserve that.
Christ, what if something happened to him tonight?
I know, deep down, I would have been devastated. Truly and utterly destroyed.
The officer gives me an expectant look, and I clear my throat. “Er, yeah,” I say, though my voice comes out raspy, probably from all the heavy breathing that just happened. “Just taking a walk on the beach.”
The guy runs a finger along his mustache, looking skeptical. “Looks more like you went for a swim.”
“Oh.” I glance down, trying not to shiver. “Yeah, we, uh, got hit with a big wave and fell.”
“Are either of you hurt?”
