Taking the Plunge (23 page)

Thatcher leaned over her, his cock still p
ressed against her. She was wet. He wiped her fluid against his dick when he moved against her. It was warm and sticky, making his dick twitch. When he sealed his lips over hers and grabbed her breast, she realized he really was a sexual person. Every kiss was delicate but desperate at the same time. When he kissed her, his lips moved everywhere, not just her mouth. When his hands glided over her body, he explored everything, leaving nothing untouched. And the sight of his erection was enough to convince her.

He grabbed her ass then lifted her slightly before he moved his mouth to her entrance. He kissed her hips and thighs before his tongue sought her, slipping inside her.

“Thatcher…”

His tongue massaged her, tasting her while he explored her crevasses. He pulled out then licked her clitoris. First, it was slow and
gentle, his warm breath making her shake, but then it was quick and intense, making her fist his hair as she held on for dear life. Guys hardly ever went down on her, and when they did, it didn’t feel this good. His lips smacked as he kissed the folds of her pussy, the sounds making her moan louder. When she felt the buildup in her stomach and the fire between her legs, she knew she was breaching her climax.

She grabbed his forearms, gripping him tightly.

He pulled one arm away then inserted two fingers inside her quickly, pulsing while he licked her clitoris.

“Oh…yeah.”
She rolled her head back as she moaned, feeling the bliss spread through her.  “Thatcher…yeah.”

He continued to please her, staring at her face while she writhed under his ministrations.

When she was finished, she released the grip on his hair and ran her hands down his shoulders and neck, silently apologizing for the way she savagely grabbed him. He kissed her a few more times, gently massaging her tender skin, then moved back up to her, his forehead pressed against hers.

She wanted to please him the way he pleased her but she was nervous. His cock was bigger and longer than any other she had. The idea of sticking it deep down her throat seemed impossible.

Thatcher didn’t pressure her. He moved against her, his cock sliding against her drenched pussy.

She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over, straddling his hips. He looked up at her, love and adoration shining like a beacon. His hand slid into her hair, lightly touching her cheek as he moved.

“You don’t have to do anything, Nancy.”

She leaned over him and massaged his chest and shoulders. “I know, Thatcher.” She moved to his thighs then pressed her head to his crotch. She knew how excited he was by the gasp that escaped his lips as soon as she touched him. His cock twitched and move
d up, inviting her to him. She ran her tongue from the base then to the tip, tasting the drop of lubricant that drizzled on the surface. When her mouth touched his dick, Thatcher became a different man. He wasn’t calm and collected like he always was. He was eradicate and unpredictable, gasping and moaning as she dominated the moment. She loved knowing she had the same effect on him. When she took the tip into her throat, she moved as far as it would do but it could only reach halfway.

Thatcher grasped her hair and moaned incoherently, slightly thrusting his hips upward. “Nancy.”

She moved her hand along his shaft as she pushed him to the back of her throat. Every move she made with her hand made him shatter even more. He was writhing for her, gripping her, as he felt her suck his cock.

“Yeah…”

She moved faster, trying to make him completely fall apart. She wanted to see him out of control, reckless. He buckled underneath her ministrations and started to gasp, grabbing the back of her neck.

“I’m going to cum.” He tried to pull her mouth away so he wouldn’t squirt into her throat, but she kept her lips puckered around him, blowing and sucking at the same time. He leaned his head back and grabbed her shoulders, letting himself go inside her.

“Oh…yeah.”

She felt him fil
l her throat. She swallowed as quickly as possible so she couldn’t initiate her gag reflex. When he came into her hand the other day, it was a substantial amount. It was enough to choke anybody. Nancy kept her mouth in place until his dick stopped twitching and he was completely done.

He ran his fingers through his
hair and took deep breaths, coming down from his high. “That felt so good.”

She pulled her mouth away then kissed the tip before she crawled up his chest. She sat on his stomach, feeling weightless and small, and rubbed her fingers into his chest and shoulders. He lied back and stared at her,
saying nothing while she touched him. His hand moved to her waist, and his eyes lingered on her breasts and her hips, staring at her curves with longing.

“I have to say something and I don’t mean to offend you.”

“What?”

“Your body is—fucking smoking hot.”

She blushed then looked down. “Why would that offend me?”

“I don’t mean to be vulgar with you.”

“I like it when you’re vulgar.”

“I just don’t want you to think it dilutes the love I feel for you.”

“I know it doesn’t,” she whispered.

“Good.”
He grabbed her face and kissed her forehead.

She lied beside him and stared into his eyes, fe
eling the world fall silent around them. It was just the two of them, alone in time. Thatcher stared at her with eyes that shined from the light of his window. His fingers brushed through her hair, lightly touching the skin of her cheek.

“I was hoping to get to bed early tonight, but I can’t close my eyes.”

“Why not?” she asked.

His thumb rested on the corner of her mouth, moving gently.
“Because I would rather stare at you.”

23

When the alarm rang the next morning, Nancy moaned then sat up. Thatcher rolled out of bed quickly and disabled the alarm, trying not to wake her. She sighed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before she stood up and dressed herself.

“Nancy, what are you doing?” he whispered.

“Getting ready,” she said with a yawn.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you?”

“Thatcher, I want to.” She grabbed one of his hoodies and pulled it over her head. “Let’s go.” She grabbed an insulated thermus and poured a cup of warm coffee inside. They both left the house and got into his truck. Nancy leaned into his shoulder while she drank her coffee and listened to the radio. Thatcher had his arm over her shoulder and he rubbed her gently.

When they got to the beach, he kneeled before her and looked at her. “Nancy, why are you here?”

“I want to watch you.”

His eyes bore into hers, reading the truth. “You’re scared I’ll drown.”

She averted her gaze. “It scares me, Thatcher. No one should ever surf alone.”

“I’m not alone. There are other surfers out here.”

“But none of them are paying attention to you. I just feel better when I’m here.”

He sighed while he looked at her. “The reason why my father drowned was because he crashed into rocks. The waves pinned him down and he couldn’t swim up. I tried to go after him, but
I couldn’t reach him. I never surf near cliffs or rocks, Nancy.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t change my mind.”

He came closer to her and rubbed his nose against hers. “I’m very lucky to have someone like you.”

“I love you, Thatcher. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you.”

“I know,” he said as he ran his fingers down her cheek. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Always.”

He kissed her forehead then pressed his face closer to hers, closing his eyes. Neither one said anything for a long time, just feeling the connection between them. Nancy placed her hands over his, feeling his knuckles with her fingers.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Derek asked.

Thatcher pulled away and looked up. “Not at all. How are you?”

Nancy
sighed when she felt him pull away.

“Good.
You?” Derek asked.

“I’m excited to hit the waves,” Thatcher said. He stood up and grabbed his board before he walked away, leaving Nancy alone with Derek.

“He really trusts you,” Derek said.

“Why wouldn’t he?”

Derek sat down next to her. “I’m still your ex-boyfriend.”

“Thatcher isn’t the jealous type.”

“But you must still have feelings for me.”

“None at all.”

He nodded then looked away.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly. “You love him. That’s how it should be.”

“Thank you for being so great about this.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Then I am too.”

She hugged her knees to her chest and stared at Thatcher as he moved across the water.

“You watch him every morning?”

“
Yeah. It scares me to leave him alone.”

“Now I understand. I know you aren’t a morning person. But there are other surfers out here.”

“But they are strangers,” she said. “They aren’t looking at him.”

“Well, I’m here every morning. I’ll watch him.”

“You would do that?” she asked, looking at him.

“Of course.
I’ll ask if he wants to carpool.”

She looked at the sand below her feet, unsure what to say. “You’re really sweet, Derek.”

“I hope I’m making up for everything I did to you.”

“You already have,” she said as she brushed her hand against his.

He smiled at her then looked down. “So, are you going to marry him?”

“I hope so.”

“Have you—slept with him?”

“No,” she said with a sigh.

He laughed. “You seem pretty upset about that.”

“He wants to wait.”

“For what? You love each other, right?”

“He says it’ll be difficult for me because—everything I’ve been through.” Derek looked away, ashamed. “He wants to make sure it’s perfect. He doesn’t want to scare me off.”

“Wow. He makes the rest of us look like total assholes.”

She laughed. “He is amazing.”

“Maybe I could learn a thing or two from him. Do you think he would even want to surf with me?”

“He doesn’t have a problem with you.”

“If he were Coen, I would already be buried six feet under.”

Nancy laughed. “He isn’t tempered like that. It takes a lot to make him snap.”

Derek stayed beside her, not moving for the water.

“Are you going to surf?”

He shrugged. “Now that you aren’t in school anymore, I don’t see you as often. I miss you.”

She smiled. “I’ll still be around. Don’t worry.”

“Okay. I already lost my girlfriend. I don’t want to lose my friend too.”

“You won’t.”

Thatcher returned, the water dripping. He pulled down his wetsuit, revealing the chiseled physique Nancy was so fascinated by. “Derek, you missed out.”

Derek shrugged. “I wanted to spend some time with my friend.”

Thatcher did his deck change, wrapping the towel around his waist. Nancy licked her lips unconsciously. Thatcher caught the look in her eyes and grinned at her. She pressed her foot against his, wanting to touch him in some way.

Derek looked at his feet, trying to avoid the obvious heat between them. “Thatcher, you
wanna surf together every morning? We’re both here anyway.”

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Wanna carpool?”

“Let’s do it,” Thatcher said.

“Cool,” Derek said. He stood up and grabbed his board. “See you later.”

“Bye,” Thatcher said.

Nancy didn’t say anything, too absorbed by Thatcher’s naked chest.

He smiled at her. “Could you make that any more obvious?”

“Make what obvious?” she said as she grabbed the end of his towel.

Thatcher shook his head slightly, still smiling. “You’re asking for it.”

She yanked on his towel, but he held it up.

“That’s it.” He moved on top of her, grabbing her face as he kissed her. He was still wet, but Nancy didn’t care. Thatcher’s skin was colder than it normally was, but the heat between her legs was enough to keep them both warm. Nancy felt his erection through the towel as it pressed against her thigh. Thatcher rocked into her slightly, making her moan into his mouth. His lips pulled away and he brushed them against her mouth, looking down at her.

He moved away to stand up, but she pulled him down, moving on top of him. Thatcher smiled up at her as she held her hands against his chest, keeping him against the ground. “The sooner we get home, the sooner we can get down to business.”

She rubbed his chest while she looked at him. “You have a point.”

He sat up. “Now let me get you home before we get thrown in jail for public obscenity.”

“We’
re just going to get a ticket for speeding, then.”

Thatcher moved her off his lap then finished changing before they returned to the truck. Nancy leaned against his shoulder as he drove back to the house. Her hands slipped under his jeans and felt the erection in his briefs. He breathed deeply as she massaged him but didn’t tell her to stop.

As soon as they came home, Thatcher pulled her in the shower. When the warm water ran down their bodies, Nancy stared at his chest, examining every groove and line of his muscled body. Her hands were glued to him like a magnet. A more beautiful and sexy man she had never seen.

Thatcher shampooed her hair and wiped the suds across her skin, massaging her breasts while he panted. He changed, became darker and more carnal the longer they stayed under the water. The kisses on her neck turned to small bites. He nibbled her earlobe while he touched her. Thatcher ran his hands down her ass then squeezed, pulling her closer to him. “You make me crazy,” he whispered into her ear.

Nancy grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted the gel into her hand. She applied it to his cock and rubbed him hard. Thatcher grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist while he pushed her against the wall. His fingers slipped inside her and he rubbed her clitoris while he pleasured her. Nancy’s hand moved up and down, moving faster and faster as Thatcher rocked into her, his gentleman aura disappearing.

He didn’t kiss her. Instead he looked into her eyes, watching her facial expressions while she watched him. Nancy saw his mouth open
slightly, breathing through the pleasure she was giving him.

“Come for me, Thatcher.”

He growled as he looked at her. “Together.” Thatcher rubbed her clitoris harder, his fingers sliding deep inside her. His hips rocked into her gently, pressing her against the wall. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He kept closing his eyes, concentrating on what he was doing. “I’m trying not to come,” he said breathlessly.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered, moving her hand up and down his shaft slowly.

He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately, his tongue swirling around hers. It was the extra touch she needed.

“I’m there, I’m there,” she said, jerking her hand harder.

Thatcher came immediately, squirting on her stomach. “Oh yeah.”

She grabbed his shoulder, balancing herself as the ecstasy rocked through her and almost made her knees buckle.
“God…Thatcher.” She bit her lip and placed her head against his.

When he was finished, he grabbed her and picked her up, holding her in his arms while they stood under the falling water. She closed her eyes, feeling exhausted and satisfied from the unbridled pleasure that made her toes curl.

Thatcher turned off the shower and dried them off before they went back into his bedroom. They climbed into bed and went back to sleep, exhausted from their activities from the morning. When she opened her eyes an hour later, she saw Thatcher lying beside her. Like he could read her mind, he opened his eyes too.

His hand squeezed her waist. “I’m never going to get anything done with you.”

She smiled. “Sorry.”

“No you aren’t,” he said with a laugh.

“At least you surfed.”

“At least.”

She sat up and stretched. “I should get to work.”

“Me too.”

She crawled on top of him then gave him a deep kiss before she changed her clothes.

“Did you ask Derek to surf with me?”

“No,” she said honestly.

He stared at her, knowing there was more to the story.

“I told him it scares me when you surf alone. That’s why I always watch you.”

“So he offered?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “That was nice of him.”

“He’s actually very sweet.”

“At least you can sleep in now. And I’ll get more done without you seducing me all the time.”

“You’re the one who seduces me.”

“You tried to pull off my towel.”

“Because you’re so fucking hot. This is all your fault.”

He laughed. “We’re deadly to one another.”

“Imagine how bad it will be when we start having sex.”

Thatcher looked away. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“Why?”

“I’ll probably have to take a whole year off
so I can cure my appetite.”

“That sounds nice,” she said as she adjusted her clothes in the mirror.

“It does.”

She pulled her hair from her neck and adjusted her earrings.

“You should go,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“Otherwise, I’m going to lose another hour of my day.” His heated eyes stared into hers, giving her goosebumps. He rose from the bed, his erection leaning against his stomach, and pulled his clothes on.

She licked her lips while she stared at this cock. He didn’t pull up his briefs, catching the look. When she stepped toward him, he kicked his briefs away then threw her on the bed, his mouth moving to the area between her legs.
He tore off her clothes then kissed her, licking his tongue along her folds, and she gripped his hair, moaning loudly. Thatcher pinned her legs back and licked her clitoris, blowing on the tender skin. When his fingers moved inside her, he brought her to a climax and made her scream his name. As soon as she was done, he moved on his back and she climbed on top of him, shoving his cock into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he said as he leaned his head back.

She hadn’t heard him curse like that before. Nancy assumed he really enjoyed it. She skipped the delicate foreplay and shoved him to the back of her throat harshly, jerking him hard. He thrust into her mouth, his hands gripping her neck and her shoulders. He tensed when he reached his threshold, yelling loudly as he came inside her mouth. When he was done, he breathed deeply, closing his eyes.