INDISPENSABLE: Part 2 (10 page)

The dog-friendly beach was about an hour’s drive, and Romeo and Juliet were perched up in the back seat of Brock’s convertible with their jowls flapping in the wind and tongues lolling out the side. Sarah kept looking back and laughing at them while she held her own hat on her head.

Brock’s sports car was so sleek and fast. He drove it like a racing driver, but she never once felt unsafe. The car hugged the corners and glided along the straights. She couldn’t wait to get to the beach. Today was gearing up to be a warm pre-summer day, and it would be lovely compared to the chilly approaching-winter days back home.

“They love it in the back!” she yelled to Brock.

“I think they’d live in the car if I let them. But you wait until they get to the beach.”

“Do they like the water?”

“They are getting used to it. But they romp in the sand and chase the birds flying over; it is a real hit. We’re about fifteen minutes away.”

“I’m so excited!”

Brock smile his sexy smile. “I’m thinking the same about you in a bikini.” He winked at her.

Sarah flicked him in the bare arm and smiled.

Very shortly after that, Brock stopped the car on a flat, grassy patch. “We’ll walk down from here.”

Sarah jumped out. “I’ll get the dogs out.” She grabbed both leads and flipped the seat forward. Both dogs came piling out and—though clearly excited—they stood quietly waiting.

Brock put the top up, got out, and locked up his car. “Right, down that track. I’ll lead Romeo if you like. We can let them off when we’re on the beach.”

“Awesome. Lucky it’s not too far to drive here from your cottage.”

“There’s not a lot of leash-free beaches relatively close to Paris. Most beaches allow dogs on a leash though. I chose my home according to the social life of my dogs.” He laughed and took Romeo’s lead from Sarah’s hand. “I’ll lead the way. The track is one person wide.”

The track to the beach was narrow, but when it opened up to the beautiful sand and glittering blue ocean, Sarah could only stand still and stare. This might be the loveliest beach she’d ever seen. Not that she’d been to that many, but still.

A slight warm breeze fluttered the sheer material of her beach kaftan she wore over her bikini. The thought of taking it off so Brock could see her tiny white bikini—which she feared may be a bit too tiny for her behind—made her stomach flutter. Why did every time with Brock seem like the first time? Likely because every time with Brock she assumed would be the last time.

Juliet tugged on her leash, and Sarah came out of her daydream. “Sorry girl.” Romeo was already loping up the beach, and Sarah marvelled at the speed and grace of Juliet as she ran to catch up with her brother. “They are so fast. I can’t believe it.” There weren’t a lot of people or dogs here.

“They’ll go all day. I think we should have three hours and then go and find something disgustingly high calorie for lunch once we’ve taken the dogs back.” Brock patted his flat stomach.

“I’m all for that.” Sarah pulled her kaftan off over her head, and when she’d finished, Brock stood and stared. Then, he let out a low whistle.

“I know I’ve seen you out of clothes, but wow! You sure know how to tease.”

“Oh, this old thing? I just threw it on.” Sarah laughed and wiggled her hips a little.

“Girl, you are playing with fire. When I’m in that water, and no one can see how hard you make me, you’re in trouble.”

Sarah slapped one of her ass cheeks a couple of times and ran for the water. “Promises. Promises.” She fled for the water as fast as she could go, but Brock was soon right behind her, and as the water went up over their knees, he grabbed her, kept running, and slammed them both into the cool water.

Sarah screamed, laughed, and gulped a mouthful of salty water. She came up coughing and spluttering, as well as still laughing. The water was brisk at first, but her body adjusted and she found it wasn’t cold at all. Quite refreshing for the heat of the morning.

The sun burned bright in the cloudless sky, and she was glad they’d be off the beach this afternoon; it promised to be a real scorcher. Brock’s strong arms held her to him. The water moved around her stomach, and Brock’s obvious approval of her bikini pressed into her lower back.

He turned her easily in his arms. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and got her breath.

“I thought I’d drowned you. I should’ve asked if you were a strong swimmer.”

“I’m okay. More used to pool water though.”

“Luckily, there’s no wind, and there’s barely a ripple out here. Only a light swell today, so nothing to worry about.”

“Funny, feels like a pretty big swell to me.” Sarah flirted, and it was damn good.

Brock laughed. Oh, that laugh warmed her from head to toe. He grabbed her closer and pressed his erection against her. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“In my defense, I did warn you.”

Sarah reached her arms around his neck and pulled his head nearer to quickly kiss his gorgeous lips. “Pity I didn’t warn you then.” She kissed him again, long and slow. Her lips asking his to comply, her tongue seeking out the passionate response in his.

Brock moved deeper into the water, so her breasts were under, and her nipples pebbled even harder. Sarah got the answer she was looking for. He crushed his mouth to hers, sucking, licking, and probing, and her legs went around his waist under the water.

He became impossibly harder in his board shorts, and but for a few scraps of material, Sarah would be having sex in the sea for the first time.

Brock ended the kiss and growled into her ear. “You’re always so ready for me, Sarah. Your body so willing to take me inside it.”

Sarah groaned at his words. He bucked his hips a couple of time to accentuate the meaning. He was right though. His cock could easily slip inside her; she was wet and ready. More to the point, she wanted that right now.

“I’m going to fuck you, Sarah. Out here. Right now. Everyone on the beach might guess what we are doing.”

Sarah’s breaths caught, as she considered the people on the beach seeing them fucking out here. But… “You can’t.” Her words as heavy as her breaths. “No condom.” She unhooked her legs from behind him.

Brock gave a truly dark, sinister laugh and turned her around. “You won’t get pregnant where I’m going, but you will come hard. You can watch all the people looking as I fuck you.”

Sarah gulped when she realized what he meant. Anal. She’d never gone there with a penis, and certainly not one of Brock’s size. “Brock, stop joking around.”

Brock stepped back a little deeper. Sarah could see the dogs still running and playing happily. “What about the dogs?”

“They are fine. Besides, I won’t take long to come with your tight ass strangling my cock.” He pulled her flimsy bikini bottom aside. “Don’t scream, baby. I’ll be careful. I’ll just put the tip in.” His quiet laugh next to her ear sent chills over her body.

Sarah could easily say ‘no,’ or even ‘greenhouse,’ but she throbbed so hard for him. She knew if she didn’t say it out loud, then he would take that as her acquiescence. She stayed quiet, but her tingling breasts heaved under the water.

Brock’s fingers parted her pussy lips and found her clit. He merely pressed against it and moved it around under his two finger pads. Sarah sucked in a huge breath.

“That’s right. You’re so hot for this, Sarah. You’ll come after half a thrust inside your ass, and so will I.” His low voice chanted. “You’ll beg me for more. You will beg me to fuck your ass so hard once I’ve filled you with my cum.”

Sarah shuddered, and she felt the tip of his cock nudging her tight hole. Brock manipulated her clit in gentle but firm movements, and using his other hand, he sank fingers inside her.

“If I had protection, I’d fuck your cunt so hard—as hard as you want me to. I’d show you just how you make me feel and make you feel how you need to feel.”

Sarah shivered and rested her head back against his shoulder. “Brock. Please?”

“Please? You want me to stop, baby? You know how to make me stop. Just say the safe word. I dare you. I’ll stop. I’ll stop right away.”

Sarah never uttered a word. Her dry mouth wouldn’t open.

Brock chuckled again. He leaned his head down and kissed the side of her neck. “Just as I thought.” He pressed a little harder against her virgin opening, and Sarah’s body clenched a little—even though she hadn’t meant to.

“Exhale, Sarah. Let your breath out and relax as you do. Long, slow, deep breaths for me.” His expert fingers massaged her clit, and he’d stopped fingering her pussy so he could hold one of her ass cheeks wide.

Sarah was sure she’d come immediately, and the hard, smooth head of his cock breached the rim of her ass, as she let her big breath out and tried to relax all of her body. Sarah went to make a loud noise, but Brock was telling her to stay quiet and breathe in and out again. He didn’t move other than the sway of the water and working her clit until Sarah thought she’d come.

“Exhale, Sarah. Let me inside your gorgeous ass just a little bit more.”

Sarah exhaled, and Brock gave a soft thrust as she did. The burn was as good as it was bad, and Brock hitched his breath. “Fuck, so tight with no lubrication. I’m going to come this next stroke. You’ll come now too.”

Somehow Brock found the most sensitive side of her clit and focused all the pressure and intense finger movements there, and Sarah thrust her knuckles into her mouth to muffle her cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Brock thrust in just a little more and groaned his pleasure into her ear.

He was right. He came with her, and she felt his cock pumping his cum inside her. As her orgasm went on, he gave a few slightly deeper thrusts. His cock moved easily now, but he still didn’t try and make her take it all. He kept his promise. Sarah may have come, but she was on the precipice of something bigger, and she didn’t want to stop.

“Keep going, Brock. Keep going.”

“You want me to fuck your ass some more, Sarah. Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” Sarah shuddered, as he stroked long and even into her. “I think I’m going to come again.”

“You are. Look at the people on the beach. There’s even more over on the sand now. Do you think they know you are begging for the tip of my cock to stay in your ass like a dirty girl? Do you think they know how much you are loving it? You want them to know don’t you, Sarah?”

Sarah whimpered and gave her body over to him. All she could do was take what he had to give and let the next orgasm ruin her. He was inside her mind right now, and she’d have agreed to anything in this moment.

“That’s it, my dirty girl. Let me take you where you’ve never been. It hurts so good doesn’t it? My cock is still hard because your ass is so tight around it.” Brock kept talking in her ear, and he’d worked up a deep, fast stroking action now.

Sarah’s head spun out of control, and when he moved her clit in the opposite direction than he had been, she went rigid and exploded with her second orgasm while his cock moved in short strokes.

She was like a rag doll after, and the tremors went through her body. Her knuckles were red and sore where she’d bitten down to prevent her from crying out and drawing attention.

“God damn, Sarah. I came again too. You are killing me.”

Sarah was in a haze of feel-good, almost delirious with pleasurable endorphins overflowing inside her brain. “Maybe we should make this permanent. I know I could take a lifetime of this.”

Brock held her tight and kissed her neck and cheek but said nothing. Sarah wished she hadn’t mentioned anything about making it permanent. Once they fixed themselves up and had a little more fun and swimming, the dogs spotted them and swam out to them. Soon, they were all exhausted. Sarah and Brock dried off, and then they dried the dogs and headed back to the cottage.

The trip home was speedy and fun, but conversation was impossible. Sarah thought about her and Brock in the water. She felt heat in her cheeks from the surge of pleasure that rippled through her remembering his words and what he did. She hoped he just left her alone personally if he didn’t want a relationship because Sarah just didn’t know how she could ever say no to him.

Finally, they drove into the cottage garage, and she helped settle the dogs in and headed for a shower.  Under the stream of beautifully warmed water, she realized how cold she’d been. The steam rose, and Sarah leaned back against the wall and let the water rain down on her body.

The day was perfect once again. Sarah knew she had to just forget forever with him and accept they were only meant to be good friends and work colleagues. Brock wasn’t into marriage. That was the deal breaker.

So, Sarah readjusted her thinking to how she could best meet the man who would fulfil her dreams when she got home. Bella might have some suggestions. Maybe she’d meet someone through the company.

This was so crazy. A month ago she was celebrating being chosen as a junior on the legal team. Now, she was so tempted to throw all her principles to the wind just to keep him any way she could. She’d come through so much to get what she wanted from life.

The addiction was so hard to beat, but she did it because she wanted a future. That future definitely included marriage and a family. Brock already had a daughter. He may never want other kids. Surely there were other successful, sexy men out there who wanted to settle down?