Where the Waves Taught me Love

Chapter Eight: Behind Closed Doors

“Do I know you?” I asked flatly, brushing past him, but his hand shot out, stopping me—not grabbing, just blocking my way.

“You don’t,” he said with a sly smile. “But I know you. Thought maybe you’d like a little more fun tonight—with someone who can actually match your world.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to push the dizziness down. “Not interested,” I muttered, stepping around him.

But he didn’t move easily. He leaned closer, his cologne sharp and expensive. “Don’t be so quick to brush me off. I could show you a better time than half the boys in there.”

I glared, my patience thinning. “Listen, I don’t care who you are or what you think you know about me. I’m not one of your toys.” My heels clicked sharply as I shoved past him, determined to disappear into the bass-thick crowd.

But before I could get far, he followed. His hand didn’t grab me—he wasn’t stupid—but his presence was right there, cutting into my path. “Hey, come on,” he coaxed, voice dipped low, almost pleading. “Just… quick.”

I stopped, staring at him through the haze of neon lights and alcohol clouding my head. A smirk tugged at my lips. “Well,” I murmured, tilting my chin up, “who wouldn’t want me?”

His eyes lit up, and that was enough. I didn’t think twice. “Follow me,” I ordered, turning on my heel, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. He didn’t hesitate, trailing after me like a shadow.

The cool night air slapped my skin as we stepped into the parking lot. Rows of cars gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. I glanced back at him, arching a brow. “I believe you have a car.”

“I do,” he said quickly, fishing keys from his pocket. With a beep, a sleek black sedan blinked alive. He led me toward it, opening the back door like some gentleman in disguise.

I slid in without a second thought, the leather seats cool against my thighs. The door shut with a thud, sealing us in. The dim glow from the streetlights bled faintly through the tinted windows, enough to paint shadows across his face as he joined me inside.

Without waiting, I reached for the zipper of my top, pulling it down in one swift motion. His eyes widened, hunger flashing as I tossed it aside, leaving me in nothing but a lace bralette. I smirked at his expression, then unhooked my skirt, shimmying it off until it pooled around my ankles.

“Well?” I teased, leaning back against the seat, legs stretched lazily, daring him. “Are you just going to stare?”

That snapped him out of it. He moved forward fast, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss was messy, desperate, and I met it with the same wild energy. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it burned.

His hands roamed, fingers tracing the curve of my waist before sliding down, gripping me as though he couldn’t believe I was real.

I was clinging onto him like a bear, feeling his taut muscles and damp skin. His tongue licked the roof of my mouth, setting a blazing fire inside my body. He lifted me onto his lap and hugged me tight; my sensitive breasts squashed against his chest.

“Get this damn bra off,” he grunted quietly, his lips grazing its way down my jaw to the tender flesh of my neck. His hands fiddling with the straps at my shoulder. He pulled away from my neck, giving me his infamous arrogant look of his before maneuvering my bra straps down my goosebump filled arms. He licked a line straight down the middle of my breasts, dropping kissed on the valley of my two breasts before unclasping my bra from the center, uncovering me.

He licked at one and afterward the other, massaging them, squeezing them together. He took n****e between his lips and sucked hard while looking me in the eye. I moaned.

My fingers worked through his thick hair as he whirled his tongue over my n*****s, making them rock hard. My groans were a mix of agony and pleasure. The sensation made me shiver with a carnal desire.

Whirling my hands in his locks and down his back, I felt only the smooth sheet of sweat. Holy hell was this a total turns on; how heated and sloppy this was going to be. No exaggeration intended. I’d bet his c**k was just as ready and urgent as I was his pants held a specific snugness to them if you catch my drift.

He laid me on my back and glanced at me for a second. He groaned and goes rip off my Victoria’s secret thong off, but I quickly halted his hand. I lowered his hand to my waistband and guided it down as far as I could until he got the message to not rip it off my damn underwear.

“You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered haughtily in my ear. I grinded my hips into him in response which made him chuckle. Then, he proceeded to lean down and kiss my bump. I groaned. Real shivers could be felt from the base of my neck, right down to my curled toes. He slightly gazed at both of my sensitive, erect n*****s.

I cried out.

He continued to kiss southward down my body. My slight writhing didn’t seem to matter to him at all. His hands did wonders to my body as his head slid lower and lower down to where I wanted his head to be. “Someone’s ready for me.”

“You think? I…” I attempted to finish, but couldn’t as his tongue had just licked a smooth, tortuously smooth line up the center of my core, making a point to guile fully flick my clit with his tongue toward the end.

It didn’t appear as though he was tuning in to what I was saying, anyway. He rolled the rest of my lacy underwear that was hanging off my ankles once and for all.

“Much better, beautiful.” He bent down slowly, my eyes meeting with his. He sensually made circles around my clit, sending me into a harsh overdrive as basically everything on me was ten times more sensitive. My breath was in anticipation but exhaled in disappointment when he stopped. The sensation quickly came back as he slid off his pants and boxers. His hugged, thick length was pulsing and my core was practically begging for him to be inside me.

“On my lap, darling,” he huskily grumbled, giving my right ass cheek two pats as he lays himself down across the backseat. A small whimper left my mouth as I stared at him in shock.

He wants me to ride him.

He gently helped me straddle on top of him, both of us groaning at the small friction.

I lift my hips up while grabbing his length. Slowly guiding myself down, I moan loudly as his thickness stretched me entirely. He groaned, his head arching back at the feeling.

Our hands interlocked with each other as I began to move up and down slowly at first. He gazed up at me intently, the understudies of his eyes dilated with a darker shade of blue.

“Oh, f**k me, darling. You look so beautiful on top of me.”

Faster and faster, I went on his length, the slaps of skin against each other are heard. Pure heat coursed through my body as his hips started to meet with my ass, as if the pace I was going wasn’t enough for him. My moans were growing louder and louder, the messy ponytail in my hair bouncing up and down from the force.

Letting go of my white knuckle-colored hands, he laid his strong hands around my back, pulling me down so that we were as close to each other’s chest as my swollen belly allowed us to be.

Taking hold of his arms, I kept moving up and down at the same pace with him repeating the same thing, only somewhat quicker. Our movement was sloppy and uneven. No rhythm by any stretch of the imagination, yet did we care? No. Our noisy groans and moans said it all.

“Holy f**k,” I groaned out as he wrapped the end of my ponytail around his hand, making my neck more available to him. He attacked my neck with wet kisses.

I felt his pants by the shell of my ear as his thrusts continued to jerk me forward over and over again. “Oh, f**k, I’m almost there. Go faster, please.” I pleaded but he only pulled on my hair a little more as he slowed down his thrusts on purpose. I whimpered yet again.

His hot breath fanned me. “Do you want to come?”

I tried to nod but his grip didn’t loosen on my hair.

“Words darling,”

“Yes. f**k, yes! I want to come. Now f**k, move!” In response, he slapped both of my ass cheeks hard, making me cry out in pleasure. He continued with his thrusts but they were a little harder this time. His thick length filled me to the hilt, repeatedly hitting my spot.

His grip on my hair lessened which made me look down at him.

I watched as his eyes closed and mouth hung open a little, indicating that he was close to his release. His eyes opened and stared at me. “You’re f*****g good.”

We both came so hard against each other. He came so much that his seed managed to fill the condom and me up to the brim and had also spilled out and down his length as well. He didn’t stop. In fact, my orgasm seemed to have ignited him and he worked me harder, faster, almost brutally. Until I came again.

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