I’m not sure I have ever been this horny in my entire life. I feel like a fucking teenager again, unable to think about anything but sex.
Specifically, sex with Alexa.
And that’s not including the orgasm I had last night just from texting her. Texting her for fuck’s sake?! I didn’t think it was even possible to get turned on by a text message, but apparently, I can. Really turned on it seems. God, I’d even gone for round two in the shower.
“You ready to do this?” she asks, interrupting my little trip down sex-filled fantasy lane.
I glance over at her, standing beside me on the cliff at Laie Point, wearing nothing but that damn bikini I bought her. The bikini that I currently have a serious love-hate relationship with because it both teases and torments me with what it covers and what it doesn’t.
“I am,” I reply, grinning as I step closer and take her hand in mine. “You scared?”
Alexa gives me a throaty laugh and I swear, my dick hardens, again. “Of course not,” she replies. “You?”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say as I pull her closer to the edge of the cliff, both of us peering over at the waves as they crash against the rocks below. It’s probably a twenty-foot drop, requiring a jump that has to be carefully timed with the tide.
We both watch as a wave recedes from the cliff, signaling that we need to wait for the swell again before jumping. We inch closer, ready to jump as the next wave now starts to come in. Just as it does and we’re ready to go over, I tighten my grip on her hand and shout, “Watch you don’t lose that bikini top.”
And then we both jump, Alexa giving a loud shout as we fly out into the air, hands locked together. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me; partly because of the jump and partly because of the woman doing it with me.
Then we’re falling, hitting the cool water where we are engulfed by the wave. We both sink down, hands still tightly linked together as I kick my legs and push us back up to the surface.
We reach it at the same time, both of us smiling as we break through and turn to face each other. My grin widens when I see it, knowing it was inevitable given the size and the speed at which we hit the water.
“What?” Alexa asks, grinning back at me, her hand still in mine.
I kick over to her, reaching for the bikini top that is now floating in the water. I hold it up, watching as her eyes widen in shock.
“Shit, give me that!” she says, grabbing for it.
Laughing, I hold it up above my head. “We gotta get out of here first,” I say, shaking my head as I start to pull her toward the shore.
“Jake!” she yells, fingers twisting my hand, trying to pull me back to her. “Give me my bikini top!”
I laugh but continue swimming, ignoring her pleas as I drag her along behind me. When we reach the shallower water, I let go of her hand and turn, walking backward as she follows me in, an arm now wrapped around her chest and covering her exposed breasts.
When we’re about knee deep in the water, I stop, twirling her bikini top in my hand, teasing her and grinning like an idiot as I watch her glare at me.
“You wanna go again?” I ask, gesturing to the clifftop.
Alexa shoots me a dirty look, saying nothing as she holds out her hand to me.
“My bikini top, smartass,” she replies, stepping closer.
I lean forward and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her to me in one quick move so her body is now flush against mine. “Why don’t you just go topless?” I murmur, my mouth only inches from hers.
“You’d like that now, wouldn’t you?” she replies, glaring up at me, even as a hint of a smile dances on her mouth, her eyes shining.
I grin. “Fuck, yes,” I breathe out as I lower my mouth to hers.
Alexa groans the second my lips touch hers, as she lets go of her chest, wrapping both arms around my neck. I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her even closer so her bare breasts are now pressed against my chest and I can feel her hard nipples against my skin.
With her bikini top still in my hand, I slip it down to her arse, squeezing the cheek as I pull her hips against mine. She gasps when she feels my hard-on, her lips parting so I can slip my tongue into her mouth, deepening our kiss.
The waves crash against us, as I hear the distant shouts of people jumping off the cliff, not giving a shit about anything except the feel of Alexa’s half naked body pressed against mine, her tongue in my mouth as she kisses me hungrily. My hand grips her arse even tighter as I let out a low moan, desperately wanting to rip the rest of her bikini off and bury myself inside her.
Right here. Right now.
“Fuck, you are sexy,” I murmur against her mouth.
I feel the curve of her smile, even as she says, “Can I have my bikini top back, please?”
I chuckle, pulling back a little. “I’ll give it back on one condition.”
Alexa cocks an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Grinning, I quickly lower my eyes to where her breasts are still pressed against my chest. “You let me have a look,” I whisper, lifting my gaze back to hers. Her brows narrow and I chuckle again. “Come on, you know I’m going to see them eventually.”
“What about the whole foreplay thing?” she asks. “The anticipation.”
“Oh trust me, beautiful, looking but not touching will most definitely be foreplay for me.”
She shakes her head even as she laughs a little. Then before I can ask again, she pulls her arms from around my neck and takes a step backward, revealing her chest and those spectacular tits of hers.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, my eyes dropping to her chest as I actually lick my lips at the sight in front of me.