Interlude (29 page)

Chapter 12

Karen rested on the white beach. The flight
out had been a chore. Ibiza was a little known island in the
Mediterranean, and getting flights there had always been
problematic. She still relished the thought of two weeks here with
her guy. She wondered how he was getting on with the Ironclads. She
knew Cal could handle anything they threw at him, but she still
worried for him nonetheless. The thought drifted to the back of her
mind as the sun warmed her skin.

She could feel a slight breeze kicking up as
she rolled to her front, resting her face sideways on her folded
arms. She wiggled her hips to adjust her green bikini bottom.
Looking both ways on the abandoned beach, she reached back and
untied her top. As the strings fell to her sides, she fantasized
about what they could be doing on the beach right now. How she
wished he was here! All of the sensations around her were putting
her body on edge. She could feel the warm sand through the towel as
her breasts shifted and moved with her breathing. Her toes dug
softly into the sand as well, as the balmy weather left her sticky
skin dusted with it. She exhaled loudly, noticing that it had
turned into a lazy sigh. Her thoughts drifted to Cal, and her work,
and the “convention” she was attending on the island. She heard her
phone buzz four times; Cal's message alert! She picked up her
phone:

Hey babe! Hope UR having a good time! B there
soon! Love ya!

She grinned and texted him back:

I was just thinking about you! IM on a quiet
beach and no one is here ; )

Just then, her phone rang. Knowing who it
was, she slid the unlock bar and answered with her best sexy
voice.

“Hey biker boy, they weren't too hard on you
were they?” She said with a giggle. She was glad to hear him. Just
the sound of his breathing was making her pelvic muscles
clench.

“Hey baby. It's good to hear your voice.” He
said.

His voice sounded distant, almost aloof.
Karen probed him about the last couple of days. “So, tell me about
the initiation. Was it fun?” She asked cautiously.

There was a long pause on his end. Finally he
spoke. “Sure, if you call being drugged, stripped, punched, kicked,
tattooed, drugged again and left in the desert fun.” He said
tightly.

Oh crap! Karen was worried that she had gone
too far arranging the initiation. “Babe, you would have had to do
it sooner or later.” She offered, knowing that they would never
allow him near their operation without being sworn in
officially.

He exhaled loudly. As the line crackled
intermittently, they both waited as silence stretched between them.
“It was a lot of fun actually.” He said finally, adding, “Next time
you sign me up for a biker hazing, at least give me a heads up
first.”

Karen smiled and let out a small giggle.
“It's a deal baby.” She said. Then, she rolled over on the towel,
cupping her hands over her chest to hold her unfastened top in
place. The sun felt so good on her skin. She had been working so
hard lately. It was nice to finally have some time to herself. “So,
when are you going to make it out here? I'll send you directions to
the hotel when you arrive.”

“I'll be there sooner than you know. By the
way, you should redo your top. There are a few beach goers heading
your way.” Cal said evenly.

“Oh! Thanks for the heads up-” She paused and
swiveled her head, trying to get a look up and down the quiet
shoreline. “How did you know my top was undone?!” She hissed into
the phone.

“I have my ways sweet cakes. Green is really
your color. Is that a new swimsuit?” Cal asked, his teasing tone
aggravating Karen even more.

She could even hear his cocky grin. “Alright,
joke's up! Where are you, and how did you find me so easily? I
spent half a day looking for this secluded beach.” She said.

“You might have forgotten, but I am the
co-developer of one of the most successful mobile stalking games
ever created.” He said confidently.

Karen sat up to tie her top. She looked
around her. There was a small shack with rowboats arranged out
front. Was he there? Her little beach was the result of hours
searching Google Earth for the perfect spot. She now felt a little
violated as she tried to find his hiding spot. She was so glad to
have him here, but he didn't have to tease her so!

“Not by the boat house, but you're getting
warmer.” He teased.

“Dammit! Just tell me where you are!” She
said in an exasperated hiss. Now, she just wanted to feel him, to
hold and kiss him in this perfect place. Now, she just needed
him!

“The tree line, up by the turnout.” He said,
his soothing voice consoling her annoyance.

She looked up to where she had parked her
rental car. Nestled in the trees, there was a man with a phone to
his ear. She could see his clothes and his sunglasses as they
reflected the bright, white sand of the beach. She reached her arm
up and waved to him enthusiastically. He gave her a casual wave and
walked down the rickety wooden steps to her. He stayed on the phone
the whole time.

“You look great babe! I guess the sun loves
you too.” He said as he strolled over.

She watched him as he slowly approached. He
was wearing a slate gray dress shirt that was un-tucked and half
unbuttoned, showing his tanned chest. His khaki pants were rolled
up to his calves, and his shoes were in his other hand swinging
along playfully with his steps as he continued talking to her.

“It's good to see you babe. I missed you
something fierce.” He said.

“I missed you too sweetie!” She said, adding,
“How long were you up there watching me?”

He was closer now. So close that she could
hear his voice over the gently lapping waves. “Just long enough to
appreciate a good thing. It's hard to get the drop on you ya know?”
He said lazily.

“I guess it's nice to have a stalker. As long
as you don't try anything weird,” She teased.

“Oh baby, I wanna try everything weird with
you!” He purred back.

“Cal? “She said.

“Yeah?”

“I think you can hang up now.” She said in an
even keel voice. As she looked up at him, his masculine frame
loomed over her. He smiled sheepishly and shut off his phone. As he
knelt down on the warm sand, he reached out to touch her face with
his warm hands. While he brushed white sand from her cheek, he
leaned in close. She could feel his breath on her skin as he
spoke.

“You can put your phone down too.” He
whispered in her ear. She let the phone slip out of her hands as
she grabbed him in a lustful kiss. Her maneuver devolved into an
ungraceful tackle as she landed on top of him. She looked into his
blue eyes as the sun blazed down on the both of them. Her brow
furrowed in need, she kissed him on his soft lips. He ran his hands
through her hair and smelled her scent as she trailed kisses along
his face and neck. His hands ran along her body, as he deftly
matched her passionate kisses like two lovers lost in a dance. He
was sore and tired from the terrible flight, but that was all just
melting away like an ice cube in the tropics.

The weight of her body on his was enough to
bring his manhood to full attention. Karen could feel his strong
chest through the linen shirt. She pulled his sunglasses from his
shirt pocket and began slowly unbuttoning it from her stance atop
him. As she looked down at him over her ample breasts, he regarded
her with youthful energy. He reached up, running his fingers along
the shiny green fabric of her swimsuit top as she finished the last
button. With a quick tug, she pulled his shirt open. She ran her
fingers along his chest, and down to his chiseled abs. She noticed
some light bruising from his initiation. She was starting to like
it when he was bruised or injured, but she didn't quite know why.
As her fingers trailed along his body, he continued to run his
hands over her breasts, to her torso, and down to her firm ass. He
gave her a quick pinch, and chuckled when she let out a little
yelp.

“Ow! That's not very nice!” She joked as she
rubbed her offended cheek. Cal used the distraction to flip her
onto her back. Her hair spilled around her on the towel as she
looked up at him with her deep, green eyes. “Hmm, it looks like
you've learned some new moves.” She said with a smile.

“Yeah from a financial planner slash gang
leader, and a giant gay biker.” Cal said.

“I'll have to thank them.” She said, as she
ran her fingernails lightly over his chest and down to his waist.
She reached her hand in and ran her fingers along his happy trail,
and his soft skin. Cal groaned quietly as he ran his hands down her
body. His fingers caught in her bathing suit bottom. He grinned to
her as he hooked one finger in and slowly pulled down.

“Cal-,” She protested weakly.

“What babe? There's no one her but me and
you.” Cal said as he leaned down to trail kisses along her shoulder
and down her front.

“You said there were people coming.” She said
up to him.

“I lied. I just wanted to see you jump.
You're very hard to surprise.” He said with a chuckle.

“So, we're all alone on this big, empty
beach?” She asked slowly.

Cal continued to pull her bottom down. Her
initial resistance melted into the desire that now burned inside
her. She squirmed on the towel, moving her legs to free them of the
suit. Once off, Cal hooked his thumb through one of the little
straps and shot it like a rubber band.

“Hey, I might need that back later.” She
protested halfheartedly.

Cal looked down at her with a teasing smile.
“Tell you what; you can take off my bottom next.” He said.

Karen closed her eyes and ran her hands under
his open shirt. She could feel the rippled muscles in his back as
he shifted about on her. She grabbed at his belt and slowly undid
it. His breath hitched as he felt her hands moving along his hips.
Her touch was electric to him. With his belt now hanging open, she
unbuttoned his pants and inched them down his waist. He leaned
down, kissing her skin as he moved from her chest, down to her
belly button. He paused, lightly circling it with his tongue. Her
breath lapsed into ragged little gasps as her body responded to his
little invasion. She could feel his hot breath on her skin. He kept
going lower.

Karen sat up as Cal's kisses strayed into her
glistening folds. Her eyes wide open at such a public intrusion!
She knew where he was going, but she was worried about being seen.
Her lips parted to let escape a shuddering sigh as his tongue
touched her womanhood. All of a sudden, it didn't matter who saw.
Her world began to fall away, the edges of her vision lapsing first
as she closed her eyes and surrendered to his expert tongue.
Occasionally, her hips would buck and gyrate involuntarily as he
moved in slow, teasing circles. He was taking his time!

Karen reached her hand down to his soft, wavy
hair and ran her fingers through it. She wanted to control him, to
control his movements as he repeatedly brought her closer to
climax. The random brush of his nose against her inner thigh sent
electric charges up her spine. Her feet moved in the warm sand,
struggling in vain for purchase as Cal began to speed his rhythm.
The towel became a wadded pile underneath them as she began her
slow climax. She could feel her pelvic muscles tighten and release
as he pushed her ever higher. The marathon session was making her
legs and back cramp in sweet, excruciating agony as Cal finally
sent her over the edge. Her face contorted intense concentration as
she tried to suppress her screams. Her legs rose up off the sand as
Cal grabbed them from behind. Karen resigned herself to biting her
lower lip and grunting in a low, guttural tone as her balled fists
moved about in the sand involuntarily. Her orgasm left her a
weakened mass of tanned flesh as she lay on the bunched up towel.
This perfect moment at her perfect beach! Her thoughts slowly
returned to her as the waves quietly lapped at the shoreline.

She could feel Cal's head resting on her
stomach, as she looked about for her missing bottom. Cal reached
his hand up her body again, as if somehow sensing her unease.

“What's up babe?” He asked.

“Just looking for my bottoms,” She managed to
say as her mind came back into focus.

“I'm not done with you yet girl.” He said.
His voice a purring threat.

Karen ran her hands through his hair. She
paused to run her fingernail around his earlobe. “Oh, yes you are.
That little escapade left me bent and broken, you little marathon
man!”

“I don't know if I like that idea. I put up
with a biker hazing, and the worst trans-Atlantic flight I've ever
been on to get here. Just seeing you lying on this beach by
yourself made my heart almost stop. I'm an addict, and my only drug
is you.” He said, looking up at her over her breasts.

He moved on top of her, pinning her arms to
the warm sand. Karen looked up at him with a mix of anxiety and
fatigue as his rock hard manhood brushed her leg. She squirmed
underneath him, her body still recovering from his last performance
as his throbbing erection pushed inside of her.

“Oh God,” Was all Karen could whisper as he
bottomed out inside of her. Her sandy hands came up to his
shoulders as he continued to thrust inside of her, pushing to her
very center every time. Her pelvic muscles were still cramped and
sore, but they warmed to his new intrusions as he began to move
faster. His face was a mask of concentration as Karen closed her
eye once more. All she could feel was him. The way his impressive
girth pushed her apart. The sounds of the beach became distant and
muted as Cal's legs would occasionally touch hers with a light,
percussion. She felt his insistent grip on her wrists tighten as
his pace quickened even more.

Karen could feel her body clenching in
anticipation as she sensed his climax. His telltale pulsations only
added depth to his parries and gyrations as he moaned in the back
of his throat.