7 Sex on the beach

Date = 27 March

Place = San Francisco (Palace of Fine Arts)

 

POV - Enrique

We sip our drinks in silence for a while, each one lost in his own thoughts, our eyes focused on the green door.

“We’re both screwed so bad,” Damion sighs, “and if yesterday’s adventures are anything to go by, those two are the same pint-size blobs of disaster. So good luck with that!”

“What happened yesterday?” My eyes catch them coming back out, but before he can answer me it suddenly feels as if my blood is clotting in my veins. Brian Cruise and PJ are talking to the girls as if they’re old friends. WTF! I gnash my teeth. I hate Brian and he hates me. Both Mel and Aria quickly look in our direction and then at each other, as if planning something again.

“What the flip are they doing now?” Damion stands up straight, his suspended body language mirroring mine as we watch the girls being led to the dance floor. My sister’s influence about swearing rubbed off on him already. I’m trying because of Leyla, but it’s not something that happens overnight. I don’t like the look in Brian’s eyes – it seems as if he’s going to eat Aria alive. Fu … flip him.

“You coming?” I ask Damion, suddenly seeing green for the first time in my life, and I’m ready to drop the asshole to the ground.

“Right behind you, bro!” But more accurately he’s in front. He reaches Mel first and pulls her from PJ’s grip, giving him a glare that would freeze hell over. The guy holds up his hands in defeat and walks hastily off the dance floor. I know PJ – he’s a stuntman and not a bad guy for all intends and purposes. But my problem is not with him.

“Hey, Brian.” I pull his arm from my girl, and they stop dancing. I take Aria’s hand in mine.

“Ah, Enrique my boy,” he says smugly, looking at our intertwined hands, “Didn’t know Aria was your girl, and here I thought she was stalking me.”

Aria seems to freeze on the spot, but her eyes are smoldering little fires. I’ve come to know that look pretty well this past week – she’s pissed. And I’m a bit confused. What is he talking about? When did they meet?

”I’m sorry, it seems you haven’t told him yet, babe.” I can see the smugness in his eyes and I know he’s challenging me. See, Brian also wants the lead role in the movie and he needs me to mess up. He’s also hated me for years now, not sure why … maybe jealousy.

“It’s because there’s nothing worth telling. You’re just not that important.” Aria turns her back to him and pulls me into her arms. Brian struts away, looking annoyed. What happened between them? She didn’t tell me anything about their day, but she’s going to now.

“I don’t like sharing my girl … not even for a dance,” I grind through my teeth.

“I’ll explain everything when we are alone, don’t make a scene now,” she whispers. I take a deep breath and start dancing, holding her tight.

‘My mother said I’m too romantic

She said, “You’re dancing in the movies”

I almost started to believe her

Then I saw you and I knew

Maybe it’s ‘cause I got a little bit older

Maybe it’s all that I’ve been through

I’d like to think it’s how you lean on my shoulder

And how I see myself with you’

I’m not a big fan of Sam Smith, but suddenly it feels as if this song is written especially for me. I put my nose in her hair, and take a deep breath of her wild floral scent. It immediately calms me down. I know I’m playing with fire, but it’s as if I want to get burned.

‘I don’t say a word

But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know

There you go, saving me from out of the cold’

Yep, this song explains exactly how I feel, since Aria moved in. I’ve barely been able to keep my shields up. It’s as if she’s slowly tearing them down one by one without even trying.

‘When we fight, we fight like lions

But then we love and feel the truth

We lose our minds in a city of roses

We won’t abide by any rules’

I don’t know what I’m going to do, nor how exactly I’m going to do it, but I’ll make this girl mine somehow. But first and foremost, I need to fix myself.

‘Fire on fire would normally kill us

But this much desire, together, we’re winners

They say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners

But don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms

‘Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me

And look in my eyes

You are perfection, my only direction

It’s fire on fire’

Can’t this fucking song just end? Is fate trying to tell me something – that I must let her go? That my life is as fake as this relationship? Fuck, I know all that, but for some unknown reason, I just can’t let her go. It’s stupid – I have only known her for a week, but just thinking about it rips my heart more than anything I’ve experienced before. Then my phone rings and I gladly go looking for a not-so-crowded spot.

“Hello, Dean.”

I watch Amanda blocking Aria and even from here I can see the agitated look on my girlfriend’s face. What is that bitch saying to her?

“Enrique, my boy, your girlfriend made the front page again … did you see the news?”

Aria folds her arms protectively over her chest, and she looks annoyed at Amanda. There’s for sure no love blooming between the two of them. Amanda is still talking, a big smile on her blood-red lips. She puts her hand on Aria’s shoulder, but my redhead shoves it off. Then she holds up her hand to stop the other woman from talking and gives a small step forward. Looking up, as Amanda is much taller than her, she says something that removes the self-assured expression from Amanda’s face in one go. The warmth of proudness rushes through me.

“Enrique, did you hear what I said?”

Shit, I am so intrigued by the girls that I forgot Dean was on the phone.

“Yeah, we’ll talk later.” I put my phone in my pocket. Aria pushes a psyched-out Amanda out of her way and she joins Mel who’s chatting with a few other girls at the bar. They’re all girls working behind the scenes, one of them being Thalia, Damion’s cousin – also one of those crazy types of girls. Oh, boy, are we in for an eventful evening.

“Enrique, just the man I was looking for.” I get cornered by Ron, the big-shot director, who starts talking about the movie. Ron is one of those people that can talk a stork to sleep and keep it down for hours. I nod occasionally at his boring one-way conversation, not to be rude, but my focus is on the little person drinking at the bar with her new friends as if they’re on a secret get-drunk-fast mission.

I’m blaming Mel, who buys round after round of the dirtiest named shots on the menu each time giving me a sly smile. They laugh and seem to have a great time and I watch Aria down another ‘Screaming orgasm’ followed by two ‘Blowjobs’, a ‘Sex on the beach’ and an ‘Angel’s tit’ – I know the drinks cause we serve them in the club. I also know that it’s going to hit her hard so I need to get her out of here fast.

“Sorry, Ron, but I have to go and save my girlfriend. We’ll talk later.” I take some extra big steps toward the bar.

“Hi, honey,” I say and her super-green eyes focus on my face, her chin propped on her hand.

“Hi, Sport, come to join me for a blowjob?” She giggles, and it’s so damn cute, I seriously want to kiss her right now. And come to think of it her pout little mouth around my dick is not one of the worst ideas out there. I swift my stance, trying to get a more comfortable position where my little guy isn’t trying to unzip my pants.

The barman puts another row of shot glasses in front of the girls, not even trying to hide his lustful gaze. I grab his arm and he quickly occupies himself with something else when he catches the death warning in my eyes. I don’t usually go looking for a fight like my twin, but I can hold my own if needs be.

Aria dips her finger into the whipped cream that’s part of the seductive-sounding shooter, and without warning sticks it into my mouth. Fuck me. She pulls it out with a pop and I have to swallow down my increased excitement. Mel noticeably thinks it’s extremely funny, me being in this situation for the first time ever.

“This one’s a keeper, playboy,” Thalia leans over and whispers in my ear and I might just agree with her.

“Why don’t you rather have an ‘Unprotected Sex’ like Mel?” I try to get her to drink some non-alcoholic beverages, but it doesn’t work.

“Nope, then they’ll think I’m more pregnant,” she blabbers insensibly, putting her fingers on my lips, “Let’s have some ‘Sex on the beach’ next.” She’s not making things easy for a guy, that’s for sure. And I put this idea on my bucket list of things to do with Aria. She swallows the mixture and licks the leftover cream from her lips with a little moan. The childish actions turn me on like a dog and remind me that I’ve been chaste far too long.

“I think we have to go home.” I pull her up and greet my sister with an I’ll-get-you-for-this look. I put my arm around her shoulder for support and we head out the door.

In the back of the limo, she leans against my shoulder, her face looking up at me and she licks her lips. I swear it will still taste like the sweet cream that got stuck there and I grit my teeth as another jolt of arousal hits me. My mind now drowning in dirty thoughts, mainly of me sinking deep into her wet shaft, and my dick moves in agreement. Fuck, this girl is killing me here and her next words don’t help.

“You’re so freaking (hic) hot. And you have beautiful eyes you know.” Even her hiccups are cute.

I groan softly, pushing my problem down to try and deflate it a little. Why is she getting under my skin so easily? But I can’t let her dig any deeper. What if she ungraves my heart? I won’t survive another loss, and I can never say those words, nor do I deserve them.

“Tell me about how you met Brian?” I need some distraction, and I actually really want to know.

“He bumped me on the street (hic) and hurt (burp) butt. I hit one of those scarecrow guys … (hic) real good.” Her arm swings out like a lame punch and I can’t help but smile. She’s so freaking cute but truth be told, I’m not following her rambling between the hiccups.

“Our baby (hic) has clothes … but we didn’t have sex yet (hic) …” Okay, this part is even more Greek to me, but she can explain it later. The main point here is her using the word ‘yet’ after the word ‘sex’ …

“I must see (hic) your thing first … “ and the next moment her little hand grabs my hardon through my trousers and I jolt, almost cumming in my pants like a high school virgin.

Fucking hell! I move her hand unceremoniously to rather lay on my leg, trying my best not to react to my impulses even though my straining cock is arguing otherwise. She continues her confusing rambling, unaware of my inner turmoil.

“He screwed (hic) the wheel … and he takes a (hic) photo.” Guess I’ll have to wait till tomorrow to decipher this delusional drunk stutter. She’s wasted. “Oh, I got you a cup … for your (hic) moods.”

The car stops and I carry her bridal style into the house but stop abruptly when she makes some gagging sounds.

“Aria, don’t you dare throw up on me!” But it’s too late. Fuck! I almost retch from the stale sour stench of puke and the feeling of the warm wetness soaking through my shirt and running down my chest.

“Um.” I put her down on the bathroom cabinet in a sitting position and first get rid of my shirt. She runs her hand lazily over my chest – this girl is fucking killing me.

“Fairy-girl, let’s get you dressed.” She opens her heavy-lid eyes, her face squashed against my shoulder. Geez, this woman is wasted. I stand back, pulling her with me, and crush her body against mine with one arm while unzipping her dress with the other. I pull the dress down her shoulders and it falls into a black puddle on the ground at our feet.

Her black bra is showcasing her delectable tits as a gift right in front of my eyes and I know if those charmers unleash, I won’t be responsible for what happens. Letting her lean against my chest, I pull my pants down and then carry her into the shower.

I let her sit on the floor and wash her body and hair, then I cover her with a towel and put her on my bed. I pull one of my T-shirts a little hardhandedly over her head and let her fall back. Without looking I remove her wet underwear under the shirt and pull on one of my boxers to cover her naked ass.

Lastly, I tuck her in under the quilt to cover her way-to-sexy body before the need to touch and taste gets overwhelming. Hell, everything about this girl just wants me to throw caution to the wind and fuck her right now.

“Thanks,” her voice a soft whisper as her eyes drift close. She looks so vulnerable, almost like a fairy and a sudden jolt in my chest makes me slap my hand over my heart. Fuck, I don’t want to feel attracted to her … or feel anything for her, but I so do.

I take a long cold shower, thinking about everything that happened tonight, especially that kiss. Why did it affect me so? I’ve had hundreds of kisses, but never one like that.

No doubt she’s going to wake up with a hell of a hangover and feelings of regret in the morning. I get in next to her, pulling her into my arms. A feeling of contentment washes over me as I fall into a dreamless sleep.