Young Writers Society

I loosened my grip around him as we slowed to a stop. He cut off the engine, and the sudden silence amplified the crashing waves. He took off his helmet and balanced it on the handlebar. I slid off the motorcycle with his help, removed my helmet, and turned to him, a knowing smile across his face. He grabbed the helmet and set it on the seat, draping a blanket over his arm. Hand in hand, we walked closer to the end of the dock. He laid out the blanket and sat, gesturing for me to sit on his lap, which I happily did. A tiny ember of golden light breached the horizon, and I gasped.

“Wow..” I spoke in a hushed tone, my voice barely audible above the sound of the ocean’s waves.

His arms wrapped around me, nuzzling his head into my neck. “I thought you’d like it.”

“You’re not even looking at it!” Enjoying the playful banter we always had, I leaned back against him.

“I don’t need to.” As his face rested against my back, his voice came out muffled. I was unsure if I heard him correctly.

“What—why?”

“Because it could never be better than the sight of you,”

His voice was a hush whisper of warm breath against my ear.

I turned to face him, and his staring made me bite my lip. His breathing increased as he leaned down and kissed me.

We broke from our kiss, foreheads resting. “A sea of people could surround me, the entire solar system, a thousand sunrises, and I would only see you.”

I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer to me. The second-guessing, every thought and question went silent as if a door slammed shut. With our lips reconnected, we laid back on the blanket. I grabbed his hands and put them on my thighs, sliding them up my dress.

He pulled away before kissing me again, keeping his hands where I placed them. He stopped again. “Are you sure?”

I exhaled a "yes," eagerness clear in my breath. With no further hesitation, he began kissing slowly down my chest. It was like he was torturing himself by holding back, but then a devilish grin cascaded across his face. “Do you think you can handle me?”

His touch on my dress sent shivers down my spine as his fingers traced a path up my thigh, making it hard to catch my breath. I pulled him by his hair, and he winced with a smile.

“Try me,” I huffed, forcefully staring at him, my hand not moving. I put my other hand on his crotch, feeling him grow harder. I smiled and leaned forward, attempting to kiss him, the hand holding his hair loosening. He stopped me, putting a finger on my mouth.

“No, you don’t. Let me.” With that, I move my hands. I couldn’t resist him or what we were about to do. He made me feel like the sunrise–exploding colors, all mixing into a masterpiece. The butterflies inside my stomach felt like they were jumbling in a frenzy.

He pushed me to lie back down. “I want you to sit back and enjoy. Tell me to stop any time you want me to. Shut your mind off and focus only on this...” He left a path of gentle kisses down my inner thigh. A tingle ran down my spine as he teased me. “I’ll take it slow.” His hushed words brushed against my skin, igniting goosebumps as my desire heightened.

My breathing was erratic, and I writhed beneath him. “I know you’re nervous, but please relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.” His fingers tracing a path of electrifying sensations over my underwear.

I had never felt this way. Sex, for me, had always been a chore, mechanical and stiff. With Jake, it was a choreographed sequence, a task to complete and move on from, devoid of the raw, unadulterated emotions that now coursed through me. Zeke’s presence, the brush of his fingertips against me, was not simply about reaching an endpoint; it was a journey conducted by our insatiable desire for each other.

I heard him unzip his pants. Almost involuntarily, as a spirit took me over, I slid my hand down into the space where the zipper fell. He groaned softly as I grasped him. “Oh no, you don’t.” He stopped me by grabbing my wrist and moving my hand out of his pants. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

Amid our kisses, I forced out a whisper. “You like it.” We broke away briefly, and I stuck my tongue out at him. He attempted to bite it unsuccessfully.

“More than you know.”

As his hand glided under my underwear, I let out a sigh. I opened my legs wider as he rubbed my clit and moaned as he moved his finger faster. Our eye contact never broke as he teased me until I was so wet his fingers slipped. “How wet you are tells me you like it, too.”

I put my hand over his and stopped him. I sat up and, without a word, unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled it off, and I kissed along the geometric lines across his neck. He flexed and twitched as I followed the tribal pattern that cascaded out on his right shoulder. I pushed him to lie down, and he obediently moved as I guided him. Then, I crossed his chest with my tongue, where a tattooed ornament with his monogram was, and he let out a charged groan. His stomach was bare except for vertical Roman numerals on his left rib cage. I kissed along that side, then down from his navel, stopping above his jeans. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. I hovered my mouth over him, rubbed my hand on his cock, and he moaned quietly.

As I was thinking he was going to stop me again, he hurriedly pulled his pants down, revealing his black briefs. I pulled them down, and he removed them completely. Reflexively, I put my hands in his hair, pulling him into a kiss.

“Let me return the favor.” I made my demand, and in response, he nodded, his breathing becoming sporadic. I ran my tongue along his shaft, and he shuddered. Even though I was sober by now, I felt drunk by my power over him. This give-and-take between us was the most natural thing I had ever experienced. We were like dancers, swaying to a tango with music only we could hear. We shared who followed the lead, neither being able to stop.

I took his entire length into my mouth, at least what I could. Using my hand for the rest of him, I sucked lightly and then harder. His breathing quickened as I tightened around him. I moved my head up and down. He grabbed my hair and thrust his hips. I kept my mouth on him, but let him control how hard he moved. I moaned around his cock, and he tangled his fingers further into my hair. He abruptly stopped breathing as he tensed up, causing me to withdraw my mouth from him.

He groaned as I stood and took my underwear off. I threw them to the side as he pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, and he sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make me yours.” With an anticipative sigh, I positioned myself, ready for him to enter me. With a hum, I gradually lowered myself onto him. The lower I sank onto him, the louder my moan. He gripped my hips firmly as I rocked, sliding his cock in and out.

He loosened his grip on me, and I eased back. I could feel his eyes taking me in as I shifted my hips from side to side. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed passionately, our tongues circling.

He flipped me over, taking control back. He thrust into me, and my thighs shook. His moans filled the air, his voice desperate as he called out, "God..." while picking up speed and intensity. Our breathing and moaning synchronized. Our dance had hit its peak.

Suddenly, he stopped; I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He grinned, his dimple revealed and started again. “Ezekiel,” I whimpered, and I bit his neck. “Fuck,” he drew out. I felt him tense up again and knew he was about to cum.

“Wait, are you on the pill?”

I suppressed an irritated groan. “Yes, now keep going.”

With a hearty laugh, he unknowingly prompted me to grab onto his back, my nails scratching his flesh. “Yes, ma’am.” He pushed himself back into me and thrust again. In and out, in and out, at a rapid pace until he groaned and came inside me. He collapsed on top of me. I giggled and rubbed my fingers up and down his arms, following the designs. He kissed me deeply before putting his head on my chest.

“That was amazing.” He let out a contented sigh, a smile playing on his lips, and kissed me once more.

“You’re amazing,” I beamed. We sealed the moment with another heartfelt kiss and lay there until our breathing slowed.

As I put my underwear back on, my question meant as a joke. “Mr. Mercer, do you bring all your women here?”

His response was baffled as he put his boxers and pants back on. “No.” It felt like forever before he finally bent down, putting his hand under my chin, making me look at him. “Only one.”

“Oh, I bet she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” My lips curled upwards, revealing a gentle smile.

He smiled back, removing his hand. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips. “Something like that.”

We laid back on the makeshift bed. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, gripping my waist. Exhausted, we drifted into sleep.

The light from the sun above us woke me up. I glanced over at him. This was where I wanted to spend the rest of my life–in his embrace and completely enamored. I traced his jawline, and he twitched awake.

“Hey…” He exhaled, extending his arms outwards.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “God, you’re perfect.” A soft smile forming on the side of his lips.

Embarrassed by his compliment, I blushed. “So are you, even with your morning hair.”

He let out a soft chuckle, pulling me close so we could lie down again. I nestled my head against his chest, savoring the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. I ran my fingers over his chest, cherishing our intimacy.

“Told you I’d make you feel good,” he confidently stated, his fingers playing with my hair.

I nodded, smiling. “It was more than I could have ever imagined, but you could be a little more humble.” I nudged him.

He lifted my chin with his fingers, and our eyes met. I could get lost in those mesmerizing eyes forever. In some lights, they were so dark that they were like a black hole, while in others, I could see from the iris out that they lightened to a shade of deep brown. His eyes held so much depth and emotion, like an infinite universe waiting to be explored–if only he’d let me in.

I was content as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. With him, I had discovered something that defied description. It filled every corner of my being, leaving no room for doubt or fear for myself or him. How he looked at me told me all I needed to know about who I had given myself to.

I traced the contours of his face with my fingertips—the slight stubble on his jaw, the curve of his lips, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the dimple on his cheek when he smiled sincerely.

In the peaceful morning, birds chirped in the distance, the ocean melodic and gentle, and I realized I had found someone who let me live in the parts of myself that no one else saw—the one who made everyone else incomparable.

“You know, I’ve got to say I could get used to waking up with you by my side.”

“Morning breath and all?”

As his smile grew wider, he leaned in towards me, his lips tenderly touching mine. “Morning breath and all.”