Welcome back to Dangerotica.com, Besties! Here in the states it’s Memorial Day weekend, which is basically the official unofficial start of summer. So I thought this was the perfect time to kick off my all new, extra special, Hot Heroine Summer series.

What is Hot Heroine Summer? Well, I thought it’d fun to do a series of short stories about my heroines having summer flings. More slice-of-life erotica, rather than superheroine peril. No super powers, no villains, no traps. Just some fun summer vibes, and a little consensual sexy action.

So for our first little fling, let’s head over to Tropic City and find out what everyone’s favorite superpowered surfer girl is up to in…

Morning Swell

Dawn bled across the rolling waves in vibrant golds and pinks, soft and invitingly warm. As if the whole ocean belonged to her.

Tessa paddled out on her longboard, the cool water kissing her skin as she cut through the morning chop. She was wearing a sleek turquoise-and-yellow one-piece, the thin fabric hugging the gentle swell of her small breasts. It had a cheeky back, riding high on the generous curves of her firm, pear-shaped ass, and leaving her strong hips and smooth thighs bare. It clung to her athletic figure like it had been painted on.

Her dark brown, kinky curls were twisted up into a messy bun, with a few rebellious coils already escaping to stick to the back of her neck. Her skin glowed under the rising sun, that perfect sun-kissed bronze that seemed to drink in the morning light. Her body moved with an effortless, fluid confidence only years in the water could give: powerful arms driving each paddle, narrow waist and full hips rolling in a slow rhythm as she steered her board forward.

It was the kind of morning that made her feel loose and alive and just a little horny for no reason at all.

“So you better give me a good ride, lover,” she whispered to the ocean.

She spotted a set building in the distance. The clean, peeling right-hander looked like it was shaped just for her. Tessa paddled hard, arms slicing through the water, her board cutting forward with purpose. The turquoise-and-yellow one-piece clung to her like a second skin as she chased the swell.

The wave lifted beneath her. She felt that perfect moment, the surge, the power, the ocean ready to take her. Tessa popped up smoothly, feet planting wide, knees soft. Her hips rolled into the carve with practiced rhythm, guiding the board down the face with fluid confidence. An excited laugh burst out of her as she leaned hard into the bottom turn, the suit pulling deliciously tight and riding a little higher on her full, round ass.

I love mornings like this, she thought, shifting her weight to ride the pocket. No aliens, no Omega Sector bullshit. Just me, the heat, and whatever this endless blue will give me.

Salt spray exploded around her as she shot along the wall of the wave, the morning sun glinting off the water like diamonds. She lowered her weight, gaining speed, then snapped a sharp cutback that sent a rooster tail of spray glittering into the air. A few more dark kinky curls bounced free of their messy bun.

For those few glorious seconds, she was completely in sync with the ocean, hips swaying, thighs burning in the best way, that sweet, electric thrill humming through her legs as the board hummed beneath her feet.

She rode it all the way to the shoulder, kicking out at the last second with a satisfied whoop, landing back in the water with a splash, and a big, radiant grin on her face.

Fuck yes, she thought, already turning to paddle back out. That’s how you start the day.

She caught three more clean waves in quick succession, each one better than the last. There were more surfers gathering now, some locals, some tourists. It was that time, the tide started shifting and the beach was beginning to wake up properly. Beach-goers trickled in with bright towels and oversized coffees, some already cracking beers. Locals claimed their usual patches.

Tessa was in the line up watching the beach for any familiar faces, when she noticed a small entourage of boards and sun-bleached heads had just hit the water further down the break. They looked like a bunch of kooks, and she was about to roll her eyes when she realized who was leading them.

 Jords Mercer.

Tessa’s stomach did a little flip. Oh brother, not him.

Everyone in the local surf scene knew who he was. Jords was a pro, sponsored, all over the surf vlogs and reels. An influencer in the skeeziest sense. Killer waves. Killer smile. And a legendary reputation for leaving a trail of very temporary girlfriends in his wake.

She should have been annoyed -a-a-and she was!

But, as he paddled out with an effortless, sculpted grace, water already gleaming across his muscled shoulders and the dark wave tattoos on his torso, Tessa felt her pulse pick up in a way that had nothing to do with the morning surf.

Damn… he really does look like that in person? She had assumed most of his pictures were filtered and photoshopped beyond recognition.

Tessa tore her eyes away, she was up and began paddling with fresh determination. Whatever was coming next, she had a feeling this morning wasn’t going to stay simple.

Caught In His Current

The lineup was usually a relaxed, almost ritualistic thing out here. A loose, unspoken agreement among the morning crew: paddle out, take turns, respect the person deepest on the wave, don’t snake, don’t drop in. Casual surf etiquette. You nodded at the one who’d been waiting longer. You gave the local auntie on her longboard the inside. It kept things friendly, kept egos in check, and let everyone get their share of the ocean’s generosity.

Today Jords Mercer and his crew were there instead.

They didn’t break any hard rules, not really. But they changed the whole vibe in seconds. Suddenly the mellow morning session turned into a loud, grinning, testosterone-fueled pseudo-competition. Boards darted aggressively. Voices carried across the water. Every set became a battle for positioning, late drops, and playful (but very real) snaking. The energy turned prickly.

Even the chill locals started paddling harder (or they left), eyes sharper, everyone suddenly competing for the same waves.

Tessa felt the shift. She wasn’t surprised, but wasn’t sure she liked it. She was sitting on her board, legs dangling in the cool water, when the next clean set began to build. She lined up perfectly, heart kicking up with that familiar pre-wave buzz. This one looked beautiful; a smooth wall of blue with a long, carveable face. She started paddling, strong arms pulling her into position, the cheeky one-piece riding up a bit as she leaned forward.

Then Jords dropped in.

He came from deeper, faster, stealing the peak right out from under her with flawless timing. His sculpted golden body popped up effortlessly, sun-bleached hair whipping back as he carved a sharp, spray-throwing bottom turn. Water streamed down the grooves of his abs and over the dark wave tattoos on his ribs.

Tessa scowled and shouted after him, “Dude! That was mine!”

He shot past her with that cocky, camera-ready grin flashing for half a second.

She wasn’t about to let him have it for free. Tessa chased, paddling hard, one-piece pulling tight across her perky B-cups as she dug in. The fabric clung over her nipples, now peaked from more than just the cold water. She popped up and carved hard behind him, trying to steal the inside line, but Jords was already there — faster, more aggressive, reading the wave like the pro he was. He cut back across her path with precision, forcing her to pull up short or collide.

Her heart hammered. Of course he’s that good, fuck. Not many guys could out-position her like that. And the way he did it, all that confident, sculpted power wrapped in sun-drenched skin…

Tessa huffed.

They spent the rest of the morning locked in a private, unspoken, but very obvious competition.

Tessa stole one back on the very next wave, dropping in assertively and carving so close to him their boards nearly brushed. She laughed out loud, when he had to pull up short and nearly lost his footing.

But Jords answered on the next, paddling harder, shoulders and back muscles rippling under the morning sun as he snagged the following swell almost effortlessly.

Every time he outmaneuvered her, every confident cut-in, every time those tattooed shoulders flexed as he popped up, Tessa felt it like a low throb between her thighs. He was better at reading the sets, at positioning, at turning the ocean into his playground. And damn if there wasn’t something hot about that kind of skill.

Tessa caught the next wave clean and rode it hard, hips rolling with that fluid surfer grace, her round ass bobbing as she laid into a long, carving turn. She felt his eyes on her —  knew he was watching the way her strong thighs flexed, the way her breasts pressed against the wet fabric with every shift of weight, the way her once piece rode up. For a moment she felt triumphant.

The next time Jords was right there again, dropping in late and stealing the pocket, his board slicing so close she could’ve reached out and touched the water flying off his back. He shot her a quick, teasing grin over his shoulder as he carved away — “Nice try!” — and the low, playful challenge in his voice sent a fresh flutter through her heaving chest, a sharp mix of annoyance and adrenaline buzzing under her skin.

This fucking guy.

She could be competitive, in competition, the push, the thrill of earning a good ride. But this was supposed to be a fun, easy morning.

PLUS…she was losing.

Jords Mercer wasn’t just good, he was relentless. Every time she lined up, he seemed to anticipate it, sliding into position with frustrating precision, cutting her off with a grin that just let you know how cool he thought he was.

It pissed her off.

And yet…

Every time he dropped in late and stole a wave right out from under her, every time those powerful shoulders flexed and he carved past with water streaming down his tattooed body, something hot (and not exactly welcome) twisted low in her stomach. A little thrill. A flutter she tried to chalk up to the competition itself.

He’s such a jerk, she told herself, glaring at his back as he rode another perfect section. Total wave hog. Typical hotshot pro bullshit.

But her body wasn’t listening. Her pulse was racing faster, more than just the adrenaline from her rides. There was something about the way he pushed her, his cocky confidence, his skill, the way he made her work harder…it lit a spark she didn’t want to name.

She caught the next wave clean and rode it hard, pouring all that chaotic energy into every carve, every aggressive snap of her hips. When she kicked out, she caught him watching her, eyes intent and catching the sun’s gleam…but still with that same cocky grin on his face.

Tessa looked away quickly, cheeks warm, telling herself it was just irritation.

It definitely wasn’t attraction.

…Right?

Eventually, they both ended up sitting on their boards side by side, legs dangling in the cool water, watching the horizon for the next set. The lineup had gone completely chaotic thanks to Jords and his crew, but right now it was just the two of them in this little pocket of calm.

Jords glanced over at her, water still dripping down his sculpted chest and abs. His sun-bleached hair was pushed back, that cocky grin softening into something almost appreciative.

“Them hips certainly don’t lie,” he said without looking at her.

“What?” Tessa balked.

He turned that infuriating smirk her way. “You’ve got serious power in those hips,” he said, eyes flicking down her body for a second. “Most girls out here don’t ride like that. Hell, most guys don’t…”

“Yeah?” Tessa snorted, even as the compliment sent a warm little spark through her. “Well, most guys out here don’t steel waves like you do, Mercer.” She adjusted her seat on the board, pretending to ignore him. “Thought pros were supposed to have better etiquette.”

“Then you haven’t met many pros,” Jords laughed, not even a little offended. “Pro etiquette’s simple, whoever wants it more gets it.” He nodded toward the horizon as another set started to build. “Tell you what. You get the next one clean, I’ll buy you lunch. I hear that stand up the beach has great fish tacos.”

Tessa glanced over, her eyebrows shooting up, “Lunch, huh? And what if you get it?”

 “If I win… You have to let me buy you lunch.” Jords’ grin turned sly. “I hear that stand up the beach has great fish tacos.”

Tessa blinked, a surprised little flutter hitting her chest. Is he… asking me on a date right now?

Before she could come up with a clever reply, he was already paddling hard, powerful shoulders flexing as he surged toward the peak. Tessa cursed under her breath and dug in right behind him, arms burning, hips shifting for balance. But he was too strong, too fast, and already too far ahead.

The wave was perfect, clean and building. Jords exploded forward, popping up with effortless grace and claiming the peak before she could even get into position. Tessa ended up sitting on her board again, breathing hard, watching him ride.

And damn it… she couldn’t look away.

Jords carved down the face with power and control, back muscles rippling, abs tightening with every cut, board shorts slung low on his hips as he sprayed a huge rooster tail across the wave. His sun-kissed golden skin glistened, tattoos rippling with every sharp turn. The way he attacked the wave sent another unwelcome flutter low in her belly. He made it look easy. Beautiful, even.

Tessa told herself she was just admiring the skill. That was all.

Not the way the water glazed his tattoos, or glistened down his muscles. Not the confident flex of his shoulders. Definitely not the way her body was reacting to any of it.

She floated there on her board, pulse racing, a reluctant little smile tugging at her lips despite herself.

Damn it.

A little Pro Advice

Food was the only thing that even came close to competing with Tessa’s love for the ocean waves. She could surf all day, and all night, until her stomach started rumbling. Which it was.

She rode one last wave almost all the way to shore, before dropping into the wash and sloshing the rest of the way with her board tucked under one arm.

Tessa reached up and tugged the elastic from her messy bun, letting her dark brown kinks tumble free. She shook her head, sending the tight coils cascading around her shoulders in a damp riot. Cool seawater poured from the heavy strands, tracing glistening rivulets down the warm sun-bronzed skin of her shoulders and spine. She ran her fingers through the curls once, the motion sending droplets from the ends, sparkling in the morning sun. She sighed softly at the cool sensation against her warm skin as she trudged on through the sand.

Jords Mercer was further up the beach, having called it before her. He was already surrounded by a small cluster of fans; mostly pretty blonde beach bunnies in tiny bikinis, laughing and holding up phones. He stood tall and golden in the noon sun, board shorts slung dangerously low on his hips, and flashing that camera-ready smile. Tessa watched him throwing an arm around one of the girls for a selfie, then another. The way they giggled and pressed close made something hot and embarrassing clench in her stomach.

Of course, every guy likes the pretty blonde ones, she thought, teeth clenching unintentionally. Wait, what am I jealous? Did I really think the lunch thing was more than just trash talk…from a guy like that? Get it together, Levy.

She shook her head at herself and started walking toward the Snack Shack, stomach growling louder than her pride. Fish tacos did sound really good, and they were pretty great at that stand. That was what she needed, and they’d be even better without having to share them with a cocky prick like Jords Mercer.

“Levy! Hey! Wait up!”

She’d only made it a little ways when she heard footsteps sluffing through the sand behind her. She turned, surprised to see Jords jogging after her, sun-bleached hair already dry and bouncy.

“I won our bet, remember,” he said. “You have to let me buy lunch.”

Out of the water and up close, he was somehow even more devastating: golden skin, easy confidence, that low, playful energy that made the air feel thicker. His eyes flicked over her body in one appreciative sweep, taking in the wet suit hugging her breasts, the high-cut legs showing off her thick thighs and the generous curve of her ass.

Tessa swallowed and finally forced words, “How do you know my name?”

“You’re Tess Levy, right?” he said, falling into step beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Tessa.”

“Right that’s what I said. Thought that was you out there.”

“Which doesn’t answer my question, how do you know me?”

“Saw you ripping up the amateurs at Pacific Coast Classic last season. You were killin’ it on those rights.”

Tessa blinked, a fresh flutter hitting her chest. “You…remember me? …from that?”

“Betty ‘at looks like you? I’d remember from anywhere,” his grin turned a little wicked. “But hell yeah. You looked like a pro at that show, way better than any of those other barney’s.”

His words sat warm and fuzzy, and sent a little chill up her spine. She got both hit on regularly, and plenty compliments on her surfing…but rarely by a guy like Jords Mercer.

Still, she had to roll her eyes, “Well, thanks, too bad the sponsors don’t see it that way.”

“They will once you stop being so nice out there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just being real with you,” he said with a shrug. “You let people take your waves. Out here it’s polite, in competition? That shit will keep you in the amateurs forever. You gotta fight for position. Be ruthless. Why do you think I was pushing you out there today?”

“You were-” Tessa felt her cheeks heat again, “Hey, I hung with you alright!”

“Sponsors don’t pay for ‘hung with’.”

She knew he was right, but luckily they had reached the Snack Shack, so she didn’t have to come up with a response.

Jords didn’t wait, he just stepped up to the counter and ordered for them both; two fish tacos baskets, extra fries and-

“Extra hot sauce,” he added, throwing her a wink. “If you can stand the heat?”

“C’mon, you know a sister wants extra hot sauce,” Tessa said with a little manufactured sass.

He paid before she could protest, if she even would have, then handed her a plate with that easy, magnetic smile. They found a table with a good view and sat across from each other.

Tessa was trying to play it cool, but she couldn’t believe she was having lunch with a semi-celebrity pro like this. It wasn’t that she was starstruck, far from. Regardless of his “whoever wants it more” version of etiquette, he’d been a total jerk on the water. Or…had he really been trying to help her? Push her?

Is that why she was melting every time he leaned in? Every time he flashed her that smile? He was so damn confident. So competent. The way he’d out-surfed her earlier. Or was there something more genuine underneath? The way he remembered her from a random amateur heat, the way he mixed praise with little competitive jabs, and lessons… Or maybe a mix of it all? Whatever it was, it all worked on her way too well.

“Real talk?” he said, once all the small talk was out of the way, and he was finishing up his food.

Tessa met his gaze in wordless invite.

“You’re a better surfer than me.”

She scoffed, remembering just how much of his spray she’d eaten that morning.

Jords smiled and nodded, “Serious. I’m good, but you love it. That’s rare. And it’s fuckin’ hot.”

“You telling me, you don’t love it?” she said around her own final bite of taco.

“I mean, I do,” he dropped his eyes, demeanor shifting slightly. “I used to love it way more, but it’s a business for me now. Sort of rounds off the edges, blunts the thrill, y’know?”

He seemed almost sad in that moment, and Tessa’s heart thumped. When he gave her a wistful glance, she dropped her eyes and it thumped again, a little harder.

“Poor pro, gets to make a ton of money doing something he ‘used to’ love,” she tried to put some sass in her voice, but it came out more sympathetic than she wanted. “I feel so bad for you.”

He chuckled, eyes dropping to her mouth, then lower. “Listen… I’ve got a comp in a couple days, so I’m only here tonight. Let me take you to dinner.”

“Dinner?” Tessa’s eyes cut to his. “You asking me to dinner? Or, like….to dinner..?”

She blushed immediately, What the fuck does that even mean? Am I an idiot now? Just because-

Jords’s smile beamed bright enough it interrupted her thoughts, as well as sending a warm flutter between her legs.

“I’m asking you out, Levy,” he said it with confidence. “Like on a date. Say yes.”

Tessa’s heart did a stupid little flip. She should play hard to get. She knew his reputation. Instead, she found herself nodding, barely containing the giddy smile suddenly tugging at her lips.

“Yes,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Okay. Tonight.”

“Groovy,” Jords’ smile sharpened, slow and satisfied, “I know this swanky little place out on the bluff. I’ll text you the details. I gotta get back to my people, we’re doing some shoot in a little bit.”

Tessa nodded as he was getting up. “Gotta feed that algorithm,” she said.

“You know it, keep the gram hittin’. See you tonight, Tess.”

“Tessa.”

He gave her one last lingering look, those eyes tracing her colorful swimsuit, her full hips, the salt starting to dry on her tan skin. Then he headed back toward his entourage with that effortless swagger.

Tessa watched him go, stomach fluttering with an excitement she was more than a little embarrassed about.

Well… shit, she thought, a dazed little smile breaking across her face. Date with a semi-famous, wave-snaking pro? I guess this is happening.

Trouble and Sex…but in a Classy Way

“You are so getting fucked by Jords Mercer tonight,” Naomi said.

“What? That’s not- why would you- how could you- I’m not even- …It’s just dinner.” Tessa lied with a breathy, unconvincing scoff as her cheeks visibly heated.

“Girl, please,” Naomi rolled her eyes. She was lounging on Tessa’s bed in black athletic shorts and a cropped tank combo. Her toned arms were bare, and her long black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail.

Golden hour light poured through the open windows of Tessa’s small beach apartment, painting everything in warm amber and soft shadows. Clothes were scattered across the bed and floor like her closet had exploded.

Tessa stood in front of a cheap full-length mirror, turning this way and that, wearing a flowy, white blouse, paired with her favorite cutoff denim shorts. The thin fabric draped softly over her perky B-cups, clinging just enough to hint at her shape. The shorts rode low on her full hips, frayed hems brushing the tops of her strong, sun-bronzed thighs.

“Surfing is already like foreplay for you,” Naomi went on, “which he complimented and negged you on, and then bought you food? I’m surprised you didn’t fuck him right there at the Shack.”

“Hey!” Tessa pouted. “I’m not that easy.”

“Please, you’ve been glowing the whole time I’ve been here-”

“Nyuh uh!”

“Yuh huh! Bright as fuck, and it ain’t the weird alien glitter under your skin,” Naomi grinned.

“Can you just tell me what you think about this outfit or what?”

Naomi tilted her head. “Cute. Very ‘just came from the beach and still look hot.’ But too casual. He’s taking you to that bougie spot out on the bluff, right?”

“Yeah, and that’s what I thought…I guess I just didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, y’know.”

Tessa quickly peeled off the casual look and tried the next outfit: a breezy boho sundress in soft coral that tied behind her neck.

“And, what? Like I don’t know how you get, and why?” Naomi picked back up. “I just can’t tell if it’s something real, which would be bad for you, by the way…I mean, Jords fricken Mercer, really Tessa?  Or, if it’s just cuz he’s like famous…ish.”

Tessa blew out a breath, “And hot. Like really hot, Naomi, so hot.”

Naomi rolled her eyes, “There it is.”

Tessa made a little twirl in the coral dress. The fabric skimmed her small breasts and flowed over her curves, the hem fluttering low on her thighs. She smoothed it down over the generous swell of her ass, checking the mirror.

“Better?” she asked.

Naomi squinted. “Sexy…in a soft way. But, I don’t know. Feels a little safe. Like you’re gonna hold his hand and call it second base. Then invite him to brunch in the morning.”

Tessa frowned and quickly slipped out of the sundress. “I think it’s his smile,” she tried to explain, reaching for her next option.

“Oh brother,” Naomi sighed.

“Like, it like pisses you off, but then it also, kinda like scrambles your brain a little bit.”

“Uh huh.”

“Seriously, I’d’ve probably surfed better if he hadn’t kept flashing those teeth at me every time he stole a wave…” then under her breath, Tessa added, “the wave stealing douche.”

She had wiggled into an emerald-green bodycon mini that hugged every inch of her pear-shaped figure. It clung to her perky B-cups, accentuating the valley between them, and rode high enough on her thighs to be borderline dangerous.

Naomi let out a low whistle. “Okay, damn. That one says ‘I know I look good and I want you to do something about it.’ But-”

“But it’s too slutty for a bougie spot,” Tessa sighed, watching the mirror and shifting her curvy hips side to side. The mini fit like a second skin, and not much else. “Plues it’s all sex appeal no style. I don’t want to just offer it up on a silver platter.” She hesitated, then gave Naomi a sheepish look, eyebrows raised, “D-do I?”

Naomi arched one brow dramatically in return. “Girl, wear the little black one. Why we playing?”

“I don’t know,” Tessa shimmied out of the bodycon and reached for the final piece hanging on the back of her door. “The little black dress…isn’t that, y’know, kinda cliché?”

Silence from the bed as she stepped into a slinky black slip dress. The silky material whispered over her skin, settling on her shoulders, a deep cowl neck draping beautifully over her breasts, framing the soft inner curves just enough. It clung to the narrow dip of her waist before flowing over the generous flare of her hips and ass, the hem skimmed teasingly around her strong thighs. She turned in front of the mirror, the fabric shifting and catching the light, highlighting every sensual line of her athletic surfer body.

“Fuck, see?” Naomi let out a slow breath. “Sometimes the cliché is a cliché because it always works. You look like trouble and sex, but in a classy way.”

Tessa smoothed her hands down the sides of the dress, feeling the silk glide over her full hips. A giddy little thrill ran through her.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I am so getting fucked by Jords Mercer tonight.”

“There we go,” Naomi laughed, “and I’m not even saying it’s a bad thing. I always tell you to get yours. I just don’t know why you always pretending like that ain’t what you want when you want it.”

“I don’t know,” Tessa sighed, twisting her dark kinky curls up experimentally, then letting them fall loose again. “I just feel like I’m supposed to, I guess… or not supposed to, or whatever…”

Naomi sat up, smirking. “Now that’s a cliché.”

Tessa met her best friend’s eyes in the mirror, the slinky black slip dress hugging every curve, her tan skin glowing, a sheepishly excited smile playing on her lips.

“Now we just have to figure out what to do with my hair…”

 “Down, always down. So he’ll be thinking about how good it could feel wrapped around his fingers.”

Bougie Bites

The restaurant sat perched on a bluff, which seemed like it had been carved specifically for nights like this. Inside there was dim golden lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark ocean, inky waves whispering far below.

The waiter already knew Jords’s name, of course, and had gotten them the best table with the best view.

Tessa sat across from him in the slinky black dress, the silky fabric catching the low light with every breath. The cowl neckline offered teasing glimpses of warm tan skin and the subtle cleavage whenever she leaned forward, while the hem rode high on her sun-bronzed thighs.

Jords looked unfairly good in a simple, cream-colored linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos running along his forearms. His pants were dark olive and perfectly tailored. His sun-bleached hair was styled just messy enough, golden skin glowing against the candlelight. He hadn’t stopped looking at her since she walked in.

“I knew you’d clean up well, Tess,” he said, voice low and warm as he poured her another glass of chilled white wine. His eyes traced the line of her throat, then lower, lingering on the way the dress moved over her breasts. “But damn, you’re lethal in that dress.”

Tessa laughed a little too easily, too breathy, and took a sip to hide how much the compliment landed. “It’s still Tessa, with an ‘A’,” she added.

“Yeah, my bad,” he said, shaking his head, but there was mischief in his eyes. “Don’t know how I keep messing that up. Tessa with the ‘A’…all the ‘A’.” His gaze darted towards her seat.

“Har har,” Tessa murmured into her drink.

“Seriously.” He leaned in slightly, that magnetic smile curving his lips. His hand brushed hers, thumb grazing her knuckles in a slow, deliberate stroke. “Don’t act like you don’t know…”

Tessa’s eyes fixated on his hand touching hers, the way it sent little sparks up her arm. “Know what?” she asked, breathier than intended.

Jords clucked his tongue, “How good your ass looks.”

Tessa shifted in her seat, the silk of her dress sliding against her skin making her feel sexy and dangerous. That’s right, I am sexy and dangerous and-

“Of course, I know this ass is rrrrockin’,” she summoned a vixen grin and fixed him with it. “But you’re not supposed to say it like that, you’re supposed to be a gentleman, mister Mercer.”

“Shee-it,” he hissed, not backing up an inch from her smoldering look. “Tell me something. When you’re out there on a wave, hips driving, ass poppin’…it ain’t no accident, you know how fucking hypnotic you look.”

She tried to play it cool, “Sometimes.”

Jords chuckled, low and warm, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand. “Bullshit. You know exactly what you’re doing out there. That little hip roll when you set up for a carve?” His eyes dropped to her mouth, then lower. “You’re practically twerking.”

“I just follow the rhythm of the ocean.” Heat was crawling up her neck now. She crossed her legs under the table, the silky hem of her dress riding higher on her thigh. “Besides, I’m usually too busy actually surfing to admire myself.”

The waiter appeared with their appetizers; seared scallops and a bright citrus salad. Jords barely glanced at him, his attention locked on Tessa like she was the main course. As soon as he left, Jords picked up a scallop with his fingers and held it out, his eyes locked on hers.

“Open.”

Tessa’s lips parted before her brain caught up. She took the bite, teeth grazing his thumb, and the clean, buttery flavor burst across her tongue. She licked her lower lip slowly, letting a soft “Mmmmm” slip out.

“Your turn,” she said, voice sweet but challenging. She speared a scallop with her fork and offered it back to him.

Jords leaned forward, gripping her wrist as if to hold the bite steady as he ate it. The grip was firm, his hand warm and smooth, but not too smooth. Fresh sparks shot up her arm, sending an anxious shiver down her spine. Tessa hid it, but barely.

“Fucking delicious.” It was almost a growl, his fingers trailing down her forearm as he chewed, never breaking eye contact. “Almost as good as you look out of the waves.”

Tessa laughed, pulling away to scoop another scallop for herself, they were incredible. “You’re relentless.”

“Only when I see something I want.” His foot found hers under the table, sliding slowly up her calf. The touch made her pulse jump, the pressure made her uncross her legs. “Real talk though, that’s how you should be making sponsors notice you.”

“With my ass?” Tessa shook her head, kinky curls dancing.

“With your rockin’ ass,” Jords said. “Seriously, wear something skimpy next comp, flash those cheeks, see if you don’t get an offer.”

“Yeah,” Tessa scoffed, “Or why don’t I just start a FansOnly page.”

“I can you promise you one subscriber, right off the bat.”

Tessa arched an eyebrow, “Oh really?” She leaned forward enough for the cowl neck to dip again, giving him a deliberate flash of soft cleavage. “Just cause you’re more interested in my ass than my surfing-”

“Can’t it be both,” Jords grin sharpened, eyes dropping straight to her chest. “But you gotta agree to subscribe to mine.”

“You have a FansOnly?”

“Hell yeah. I told you, this is a business for me,” he said. “I do one, maybe two, shoots a month in a Speedo, or some extra tight shorts. Easy cash.”

Tessa took another bite of the scallops, “And, like, you have a lot of women subscribe, or pay, or whatever?”

“Women, men, whoever.”

“You’re too much.”

“But you don’t have to go home and look it up,” he replied with sly curl of his lips. “I’d be more than happy to give you a sneak peek after dinner.”

The main courses arrived, saving Tessa from having to make a flustered, stammering reply. Grilled fish with mango salsa for her, steak for him. Their banter continued as they ate.

Every time Jords leaned in with a filthy compliment, Tessa fired back with teasing sarcasm and a deliberate shift that made the silk dress shimmer over her curves. Every time she tried to fluster him with a sultry look or a slow lick of sauce from her thumb, he answered with his foot nudging hers further apart, his hand brushing her knee under the table, fingers tracing the curve of her arm, not really caring who might be looking.

By the time dessert arrived (a shared chocolate lava cake), the air between them felt electric.

Tessa scooped up a spoonful of molten chocolate and held it out to him, mirroring what he’d done earlier. “Open.”

Jords obeyed, but as he leaned in she swooped the spoon into her own mouth! He scoffed delightedly, and she smiled, savoring the rich, gooey mouthful, letting her eyes flutter tauntingly.

Jords chuckled, dark and warm, and slid his foot fully up her leg under the table, toes brushing thigh just at the hem of her dress. Tessa’s breath hitched. She narrowed her eyes at him, even as heat flooded between her legs.

“I’d tell you to keep your hands to yourself, but…”

“But you don’t want me to,” Jords said, spooning himself some of the rich cake.

“Maybe…”

Jords’ smile turned predatory. “Good. Because I don’t want this night to end yet, Tessa.” His foot slid back down the slope of her calf. “Not even close.”

Tessa’s pulse was racing, already imagining what came next, and for once, she didn’t even try to fight it. She knew his reputation, but right now, in the low lighting, with the ocean sparkling behind him, that confident, hungry gaze on her, and that damn smile short-circuiting her brain…nothing else mattered.

Best View in the City

They stepped out of the restaurant into the warm velvet night, and the world felt entirely different.

The bluff was alive with sound and scent; the steady crash of waves far below, the salty ocean breeze rolling up the cliffs with scents of night-blooming flowers. Moonlight painted everything in silver and deep indigo. String lights from the restaurant patio twinkled behind them.

Jords’ hand rested possessively at the small of Tessa’s back as they walked, fingers splayed wide so the tips brushed the upper curve of her ass through the thin silk. Every few steps he’d slide it lower, not quite palming the generous swell of her pear-shaped backside, but letting her feel the idea of it. The heat of his touch burned through the dress, making her hyper-aware of how little fabric separated his skin from hers.

Tessa slowed with a pleasant shiver, tucking her clutch purse under one arm and tilted her head toward the bluff. “You know… there’s a really beautiful lookout not far from here.”

Jords raised an eyebrow, glancing down at her with genuine surprise. “You know this area?”

“This is my city, remember?” Tessa laughed, low and a little cocky, bumping him with her hip. “I can’t afford this bougie-ass restaurant on the reg, but I do know every inch of this coastline.”

Jords’ grin turned slow and hungry. His hand slid lower, openly cupping one full cheek of her ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“I was kinda planning to take you somewhere more…private.”

Tessa bit her lip, her body lifting into his touch on instinct as a charge ran up her back. But then she twisted away, just out of reach and fixed him with interested hazel eyes.

“It’s just a short walk,” she purred, “and that moon will make the view insane. Promise.”

She turned and headed away from the parking lot, making sure to put an extra, teasing sway in her hips. The silky hem of her slip dress brushed high on her strong thighs with every step.

“Yeah, sure, insane,” Jords murmured, watching every curve of her luscious ass shifting and rolling under the thin black fabric as she moved. “I’m suddenly very interested in the view.”

He caught up to her in just a few long strides, his arm sliding smoothly around her waist and pulling her in close. Tessa went willingly, tucking herself against his side with a soft, contented hum. The heat of his body felt intoxicating, solid muscle, sun-warm skin, and the faint scent of tanning oil under some expensive cologne.

The trail started almost secretively, tucked away at the far edge of the restaurant’s parking lot behind a line of low hedges and a discreet wooden sign most tourists never noticed. For the first thirty yards it was narrow and dimly lit, framed by thick coastal scrub. Then the path opened up.

The bluff trail unfolded dramatically before them, wide, smooth, and breathtaking under the moonlight. It hugged the edge of the cliffs with dramatic drops to the ocean below, where waves glowed silver as they crashed against the rocks. Warm night air swirled around them, carrying the clean scent of salt and distant jasmine. The lights from the restaurant were replaced by the vast, sparkling canopy of stars and the massive glowing moon hanging low over the water. The trail curved gracefully along the headland, offering sweeping views of the dark waters stretching endlessly to the horizon.

Tessa leaned a little more into Jords’ side, her hip brushing warmly against his with every step, the silky dress shifting teasingly against her curvy figure. The warm night air wrapped around them like a secret, and for a moment everything felt almost unreal.

Unreal in a good way for once. Geez, when was the last time she’d done something like this?

Dressed up in a slinky dress, eating at a place with actual wine lists and cloth napkins, walking arm-in-arm with a ridiculously handsome guy under a huge moon. After dealing with the Overseers, and aliens, and Omega Sector… it was so nice remembering what it felt like to be just a girl, not the Energized Guardian of sub-temporal location 100101. Just Tessa Levy: surfer, amateur competitor, letting herself be charmed and a little bit wowed on a perfect summer night.

She tilted her head back slightly, breathing in the salt air and the faint scent of Jords’ skin, feeling the solid warmth of his arm around her waist. A soft, dreamy smile curved her lips. The ocean sparkled below, the trail stretched invitingly ahead, and right now she didn’t want to think about interdimensional rifts or responsibilities or anything beyond the way this man was looking at her…like she was the best thing he’d seen all year.

They rounded a gentle bend in the trail, and the path opened onto a small, intimate ledge protected by a simple wooden railing. Tessa drifted toward it, drawn by the view. The water stretched endlessly below, waves glowing like liquid mercury as they rolled in and crashed against the dark rocks far beneath them. The warm breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and rustled the palms overhead. She rested her forearms on the smooth rail and leaned forward slightly, gazing out over the moonlit ocean.

“See?” she murmured. “Told you I know the good spots.”

“You weren’t kidding,” Jords said, voice low, but his gaze wasn’t on the view. “This is perfect.”

He stepped in close, crowding her against the railing in a way that felt deliciously forward. His broad chest pressed against her back, the heat of his body sinking through the thin silk. Strong arms slid around her waist from behind, hands splaying possessively over her stomach and pulling her back flush against him. One hand drifted lower, settling boldly on the curve of her hip, while the other stayed low on her belly, fingers gently clutching, claiming.

Tessa’s breath caught.

He was so brazen, no hesitation, no polite distance. Just raw want. His hips pressed against her ass, letting her feel exactly what he wanted. Maybe that boldness should have made her roll her eyes or pull away. Instead, it made something warm and fluttery bloom in her chest. After all the extraordinary chaos that had taken over her life, it was strangely grounding to just be a girl with a hot guy putting his hands on her like he couldn’t help himself. Just normal, reckless, summer-night desire.

“You’re not very subtle, Mercer,” she murmured, a smile in her voice.

Jords chuckled lowly, lips brushing the shell of her ear. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer. “Subtle as this dress.”

Tessa turned in his arms, the silky slip whispering around her curves as she faced him. Jords didn’t hesitate, his hands immediately dropped to her ass, palming the generous, plush curves with both palms and squeezing firmly. He pulled her flush against him, pressing her body tight to his.

Tessa slid her arms up and around his neck, and for a long moment just looked up into his eyes. They were dark with hunger, the moonlight catching in their depths and making her own gaze turn soft and heated, unguarded.

The heat of his chest burned against her breasts, the thin silk of her dress doing almost nothing to dull the sensation. He shifted forward and her body melted against his, hips tilting just slightly in response, back arching so her breasts pressed more firmly into his chest, nipples tightening into stiff peaks under the thin cowl neckline. Her lips parted, breath warm and quick against his mouth as she looked up at him through lowered lashes, silently daring him to take what he wanted.

The ocean crashed far below them. The warm night air swirled around their bodies. And for a perfect, suspended moment, they simply stood there, breathing each other in.

Jords’ grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh, making her nipples twinge against the silk as he leaned down, mouth hovering just above hers.

“Knew you’d end up in my arms tonight,” he murmured, low and cocky. “Been waiting for this since I watched you pop up on that first wave.”

Tessa just smiled, soft and hazy, and tilted her face up to him.

Jords kissed her like he surfed: powerful, assured, getting what he wanted. His tongue swept into her mouth in a slow, filthy glide that made her knees weaken. He groaned into her mouth, kissing her like he’d been starving for it all night. His lips were hot and insistent, his tongue slid against hers tasting like wine and salt and pure male want.

Tessa melted instantly. A soft, needy sound escaped her as she kissed him back, arms curling around his neck, fingers brushing into his sun-bleached hair. She pressed her body harder against him, breasts crushed to his chest, hips rolling forward. Jords answered by squeezing her ass with both hands, then sliding them underneath the silk to palming her bare skin.

“Fuck, Tessa…” he groaned against her lips, low and appreciative.

Tessa only whimpered, stroking his lower lip with her tongue, then sucking lightly on it before diving back in.

He began kneading the lush, fullness of her booty, fingers digging into the soft-yet-firm curves. The skirt quickly ended up bunched on top of the pear-shaped curve, leaving her completely exposed. He groped her hungrily, thumbs brushing the sensitive crease where ass met thigh, lifting and spreading the heavy, luscious globes like he couldn’t get enough of how they filled his hands.

Then he shifted closer, sliding one firm thigh between hers, pressing against the gentle, naked curve of her mound. Tessa gasped softly and opened wider for him, instinctively lifting and curling one leg against his hip.

She deepened the kiss frantically, tongue stroking his, hoping to distract him from the realization that there were no panties covering her pussy. But Jords flexed his thigh between her legs, pressing the hard muscle firmly against her bare lips, and the sudden, delicious pressure made her moan into his mouth. A hot flush of arousal and only the faintest flicker of embarrassment flooded through her.

I thought it’d be sexier, more glamorous when he found out… she thought, even as her hips gave a shameless, needy roll against his leg.

Jords made a triumphant, greedy sound and the kiss grew hotter, messier. He dipped his head, tongue writhing between her lips in a rhythm that left her dizzy. He lifted her slightly onto her toes, his strong hands coaxing and guiding her hips into a slow, rolling grind against his thigh. The bare, slick heat of her pussy dragged back and forth, making her clit throb with need, and leaving a damp trail on his pants as he continued to knead and spread the plush cheeks of her ass with both hands.

Tessa grew more helpless by the second, soft, desperate whimpers spilled from her lips between kisses as she rocked against his thigh, chasing the delicious friction he was giving her. Far below, the ocean crashed against the rocks, but all she could hear was the wet sound of their kissing and her own increasingly needy little moans.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a heartbeat before it broke. Jords rested his forehead against hers, eyes half-lidded and burning.

“Fuck, Tessa…” he rasped, voice rough. “You’re not even wearing panties.” One hand squeezed harder, lifting a full cheek and letting it bounce back into his palm.

She was panting, head spinning, knees weak, pupils blown wide and glassy. Her pussy throbbed, slick and empty, and she was close (so close) to begging him to take her right there against the railing. She was only mildly embarrassed, figuring he could feel how wet she’d gotten, her juices already soaking into the leg of his pants every time he’d ground her down on his leg.

Somehow though, she forced a sliver of composure. She pushed gently at his chest, untangling her leg and tugging the hem of her dress back down over her ass with shaky fingers.

“J-j-just… just a little further,” she managed, voice husky and wrecked. “The best spot is right up here.”

Jords loosened his grip, allowing her to slip free. Tessa turned, visibly flushed and a little unsteady, one hand resting just below her throat. She pulled her eyes from his and continued up the moonlit path, hips moving with a shaky rhythm now. The high-heels made her steps adorably unsteady. Jords watched every movement, drinking in the sight. Now that he knew she was completely bare underneath that dress, the sway of her ass took on a whole new level of filthy promise; that sweet, luscious little cunt exposed and aching for him with every step.

Just ahead, the path opened up onto a wide, grassy clearing right at the edge of the bluff. The vast dark ocean spread out before them. Every cresting wave caught the moonlight, before shattering into an explosion of foam and diamonds against the shadowed rocks below. A single ancient palm tree leaned dramatically over the edge, and the lights of Tropic City sparkled in the distance as if competing with the very stars above. It was breathtaking. It was Perfect.

Tessa stopped at the edge, heart hammering, the slip dress fluttering against her bare, flushed, slick thighs in the suddenly less-gentle sea breeze.

Even Jords allowed the awe of it to cool his lust -for a moment- stepping up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His mouth found the side of her neck as he murmured, “Damn… you really do know the best views.”

Rising Tide

-for a moment-

Then his lips were on the side of her neck, hot, open-mouthed kisses that turned into slow, sucking pulls against her sensitive skin. Tessa shuddered in his arms, her head fell back against his shoulder, drawing in a shaky breath.

He wasted no more time, tugging the dress off her shoulders. Tessa, who could only focus on the heated attentions of his lips at her throat, slipped her arms free for him without any prompting. Her purse hit the grass, even as the silky fabric whispered down her torso, gathering around her waist and baring her perky breasts to the warm night air. Her small, dark nipples were already tight and aching.

Jords groaned against her neck and filled both hands with the pert orbs, squeezing, kneading, thumbs circling and flicking the sensitive peaks.

“These are fucking perfect,” he murmured, voice rough as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp and writhe back against his rock-hard chest.

Tessa’s face burned as he sucked harder on her neck, intentionally marking her while he played with her tits; lifting, bouncing, jiggling, pinching, teasing until Tessa was whining, and rolling her plush ass against the thick, swelling ridge trapped in his pants. Every tug and twist, every lick and nip at her throat, sent sparks straight to her clit. Her pussy squeezed emptily, dripping down her inner thighs.

“Jords… fuck…” she breathed, completely lost. He was driving her wild; confident hands, hungry mouth, the way he both pinched and soothed her aching nipples. She arched into his touch, pressing her bare tits harder into his palms, ass grinding back against him.

It wasn’t long before one hand left her chest, sliding down and gathering the hem of her skirt once more. The slinky dress became a silky belt, bunched and twisted around her waist. The knight air kissed her bare pussy, just for a breath before Jords’ fingers were sliding through her slick, wet folds, sending a rush of bright tingles through her hips and belly.

“No panties, shaved smooth, you’re fucking dripping Tess,” he growled against her ear, as his fingers explored her drenched cunt. “You’ve wanted this -wanted me, all day, haven’t you?”

It was all she could do to gasp out, “Yes, fuck yes! Jords, I want you so bad!”

Tessa cried out sharply as he pushed two thick fingers inside her in one devastating stroke. He curled them perfectly against that sensitive spot on her front wall, sending a surge of heat up her body that made her nipples throb. Her pussy squeezed hard around him, a desperate, aching need flooding through her core as he stroked with expert precision. His thumb found her clit immediately and began grinding out tight, relentless circles that had her head instantly swimming.

She couldn’t believe how fast it hit her.

“Oh fuck—” Her voice cracked, her whole body jolting in his hands. “Oh fuck— Jords—”

She grabbed desperately at his wrist with both hands, not sure if she wanted to pull him away or force him deeper. Her knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if his other arm hadn’t been wrapped tightly around her waist.

Jords let out a surprised, delighted laugh that quickly turned into a low groan. “Shit, baby… already?” He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked her harder with his fingers, curling and stroking that perfect spot over and over while his thumb kept merciless pressure on her clit.

The sound of the ocean crashing below them seemed to fall in rhythm with the waves of pleasure crashing through her body -err, or wait…maybe that was just the wet, filthy sounds of his fingers pumping into her soaked cunt, growing louder, obscene and slick.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he teased, voice rough with arousal and amusement. “Look at you, falling apart just on my fingers. That’s so goddamn hot.”

Tessa could only gasp and moan in response, her body shaking, pussy fluttering and gushing around his relentless fingers as he worked her right to the edge — and then straight over it.

Her thighs shook violently as the orgasm crashed through her. Tessa’s mind reeled in a rush of pure, aching pleasure. Every nerve was singing, her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick fingers. Any thoughts dissolved into helpless bliss as hot, girlish juices gushed over his hand and down her thighs. Her hips jerked and ground against him uncontrollably, a sharp, breathless whine tearing from her throat while orgasmic waves rolled through her body.

Jords kept stroking her through it, gentle now, but drawing out every last tremor until she finally slumped against him, trembling and panting.

He kissed the side of her neck softly, murmuring, “Easy, baby… breathe. I’ve got you.”

And for a moment she did just that, eyes closed, chest heaving, brain pleasantly fuzzy and numb, letting the aftershocks ripple through her while he held her up.

“Fuck, that was easy” he said, voice turning a little more wicked, even as his hands moved soothingly over her hips and sides. “I’m’a have you fallin’ in love if you’re that easy for me all night.”

Tessa lifted her head, hazel eyes dark and hungry, then she reached back between them. Her delicate hand boldly cupped the hard, thick outline of his cock, squeezing firmly over his pants.

“Your turn,” she whispered, voice husky and demanding.

Before he could respond, she turned and pushed him downward. Jords let her, a surprised but delighted grin breaking across his face as he dropped onto the soft grass.

“You ready for more?”

Tessa rose over him, yanking the bunched-up slip dress the rest of the way off and tossing it aside without a second thought. She was completely naked now: tan skin flushed and glowing under the moonlight, perky breasts heaving, dark chocolate nipples throbbing at their tips. Her full, curvaceous hips and thick thighs were bare, along with her pear-shaped ass and shaved, dripping pussy, all of her on full display for anyone else who might have decided to take a leisurely summer night stroll along the bluff.

She didn’t care.

“Get that cock out,” she told him, voice low and breathless with need.

Jords didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly shoved his pants and underwear down his hips, wiggling on the ground to free his big, throbbing cock. It slapped heavily against his lower abs, already leaking at the tip as he looked up at her with pure lust.

She was still a bit woozy, but Tessa didn’t hesitate. She straddled him, knees trembling slightly as they sank into the grass on either side of his hips. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking once, twice, feeling how hot and hard he was. Then she lined him up and sank down in one smooth, greedy motion.

They both groaned.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jords hissed, hands grabbing for the lush curves of her ass as she bottomed out.

Tessa started moving with a strained little cry. Rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles, then rising and slamming back down, her firm ass bouncing against his thighs with every thrust. Her perky B-cups quivered with the rhythm, dark nipples taut and prominent in the moonlight. She ripped open his creamy linen shirt, buttons flying and drawing an eager growl as he bared his teeth, then she braced her hands on his sculpted chest, nails scraping over his tattoos as she rode him harder, faster, chasing that perfect wave of pleasure again.

Jordan’s hands were everywhere, squeezing her ass, slapping it, cupping her breast to relish their tight, perky bounce, guiding her hips when she started losing control.

“That’s it, baby,” Jords groaned, voice rough and reverent. “Just like that. Fuck, look at you riding my cock so fucking good. Better than you surf, Tess. So goddamn perfect.”

His filthy praise sank straight into her lust-hazy mind like warm honey, making her whimper and roll her hips even harder. Tessa braced both hands on his sculpted chest, fingertips tingling against the firm muscles and tattoos as she rode him with deep, powerful strokes. Her pear-shaped body moved with fluid, athletic grace, full ass bouncing and slapping against his thighs, perky tits quivering with every downward thrust, dark nipples tight and begging for attention. Every time she sank down, his thick cock stretched her perfectly, grinding against her clit and hitting that devastating spot deep inside.

“Jords, your body… I can’t stop touching you. You make me so wet just looking at you.”

His sun-kissed abs flexed beneath her palms, his chest rising and falling faster, sweat glistening on his golden skin. But it was his eyes that undid her most; heavy-lidded, dark with raw pleasure, watching her like she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. The sight made her pussy clench around him, a fresh rush of slick coating his cock.

“Shit, your abs are flexing every time I ride you,” Tessa braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips in deep, grinding circles, her soaked pussy gliding slickly on his thick cock as she took him even deeper. Every downward motion made his sculpted abs flex hard beneath her palms, the hard ridges tightening and rippling with every thrust. She moaned breathlessly, eyes half-lidded as she watched her own juices glistening on his skin. “You’re so fucking sexy it’s making me crazy.”

When Jords responded, his voice broke with every bounce of her ass. “That’s my good girl… look at those tits bouncing for me. You’re so fucking wet, baby. You love riding this cock, don’t you?”

Tessa moaned louder, his words pushing her closer to the edge. Her rhythm started to falter as another orgasm built fast, threatening to pull her under. Her thighs trembled, her breaths turned into desperate, broken cries, and her focus began to slip, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his body, his voice, and the way he looked at her like she was everything.

Jords grabbed her hips with both strong hands, fingers digging possessively into her golden brown curves as he took full control. He guided her movements, pulling her down harder onto his thick cock while his hips bucked up to meet her, driving deep with every thrust. Almost immediately their rhythm locked together, powerful, slick, and perfectly in sync.

Tessa’s head fell forward, spinning and she mewled out, “Oh fuck- Oh Jords- So good- You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at me,” he growled, eyes locked on hers. “That’s it, baby. Ride that cock just like that. Fuck, you feel so good squeezing me. Such a perfect little slut for me tonight.”

Tessa moaned brokenly, voice shaky. “Jords… oh my god… you’re so deep—”

“You gonna cum again for me?” he rasped, thrusting up harder. “I can feel you getting tighter. That pretty pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight. Come on, Tess. Let me feel it. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

“I— I’m so close,” she whimpered, nails digging into his chest. “Fuck, Jords— don’t stop— please—”

Jords’ grip tightened on her hips, fingers digging in hard as he guided her movements, forcing her to take him deeper with every roll. His cock stretched her perfectly, dragging against every sensitive spot inside her soaked pussy with devastating precision. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him greedily, getting wetter and tighter with every thrust, her slick dripping down his shaft and balls. She was right on the edge, trembling violently, eyes locked on his in a desperate, pleading stare.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Let go. Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart.”

Tessa shattered with a desperate cry. “I’m cumming—! Oh fuck, I’m cumming—!” Her pussy clamped down hard around him, pulsing and gushing as her whole body convulsed. “Yes—! Jords—! Fuck—!”

Jords groaned deeply as he felt her climax, his own control snapping. “Fuck, baby— I’m gonna cum— shit, you’re milking me so good—”

He suddenly lifted her off his cock, her pussy making a loud, wet slurp. He pushed her back just enough as a thick, hot spurt of hot cum erupted from his cock, splashing across her belly. Tessa whimpered, reaching down with shaky hands to wrap her fingers around his pulsing shaft.

“Oh my god…” she breathed, stroking him eagerly. “Cum for me— please— I want it! Gimme that cum!”

More thick ropes splattered the under curves of her perky B-cups, some landing on her dark nipples and dripping like obscene jewelry, some running down her tan ribs. Tessa kept stroking him through every spurt, milking him with desperate little twists of her wrist.

“Yes… just like that,” she gasped, voice hoarse and adoring. “You’re cumming so much… so fucking hot… give me all of it…”

Jords groaned long and low, hips jerking as the last heavy pulses landed on her skin. Tessa continued stroking him slowly, squeezing every last drop out until he was spent and twitching in her hand.

Tessa finally slumped sideways onto her butt in the soft grass beside him, one trembling leg draped lazily across his thigh. Her glazed eyes smoldered with hazy adoration as she looked at him, chest still heaving.

Her fingers drifted absently over her belly, smearing thick, pearly streaks of cum along the curve of her perky breast. The warm, sticky stuff stretched in glistening strings between her fingers and her skin as she toyed with it. She swirled slowly around her dark nipple in lazy, dreamy circles until the sensitive peak was shiny and coated, an excess drip seeping down the soft swell of her tit. A soft, distracted hum escaped her as she played, stretching sticky strands between her fingers, spreading the mess further across her sensitive skin, lost in the ticklish, silky sensation.

All the while her eyes stayed fixed on Jords, soft and hopeful, silently pleading for him not to be done with her yet.

Jords propped himself up on one elbow, staring. “Fuck, look at you…” he slurred, voice rough and satisfied. “Playing with my cum like a dirty little girl. That’s so fucking hot, baby.”

Tessa giggled breathlessly and kept playing with it shamelessly, spreading the warm mess across the soft swell of her tits, watching it drip and string between her fingers. Then she brought her messy fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with a soft, greedy moan. The salty-sweet taste of him made her shiver.

Jords let out a low, wrecked chuckle. “Goddamn, baby… you look so pretty covered in me. Keep playing with it like that and I’m gonna get hard again.”

Her mind was too fuzzy for words, still floating on endorphins, so she simply scooped up more of the thick, sticky load and let it drip and smear messily over her breasts and nipples. She played with the glistening strands until they stretched and broke, then licked and sucked every drop from her fingers like it was addictive, hazel eyes half-lidded in dreamy satisfaction.

“Shit, you’re really licking it all up,” Jords breathed, clearly mesmerized. “Such a greedy little cumslut for me, aren’t you, Tess?”

Fingers still in her mouth, she nodded eagerly.

“Ready for some more?”

Another excited nod.

Turn Out Service

They barely made it through the door into Jords’ hotel room.

The second the lock clicked behind them, he had Tessa pinned against the wall, shoving his own cream-colored linen shirt off her shoulders. He’d let her wear it after the bluff, since untangling the wad of silk that was her little black dress would have been impossible with her post-orgasmic, trembling fingers. She tossed the balled-up dress and her clutch purse further into the room as he hurried to strip her naked once more.

As soon as she was, his mouth crashed into hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. Their tongues slid hot and messy against each other, breaths mingling in wet, needy sounds. Tessa moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling blindly at the front of his dark olive trousers. She managed to pop the button and shove the zipper down, pushing both slacks and underwear down his hips in one eager motion. His heavy cock spilled out into her waiting palm, not fully hard yet but already thick and swelling rapidly.

“Fuck, you’re so warm and heavy,” she whispered playfully against his lips, voice soft and teasing as she cupped his thick length and gently fondled his full balls, rolling them in her palm. “Even like this you feel huge…”

Jords groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through her chest. “Fuck, Tessa,” he growled, voice low and hungry, “keep playing with my cock like that and I’m gonna bend you over and ruin that pretty pussy again.”

His hands immediately dropped to her ass, groping the lush, generous cheeks with raw, greedy need. He squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading her full ass wide apart so the cool night air kissed her exposed, still-slick pussy and tight little hole. He groaned into her mouth as he played with her, lifting and bouncing the heavy cheeks in his palms, savoring how they overflowed his grip and jiggled with every possessive squeeze. The warm, silky-smooth skin felt incredible under his rough hands, so full, so perfectly fuckable.

Squeezing even a little harder, Jords lifted her clean off the floor.

Tessa let out a surprised, yet eager little gasp, her arms shooting up around his neck instantly, clinging tight as she wrapped her strong legs around his waist. She kissed him even more eagerly, tongue stroking his, soft moans spilling into his mouth while her dripping pussy pressed hot and slick against his rock-hard abs. Jords turned, carrying her effortlessly toward the bed, her body wrapped around him like she never wanted to let go.

They were still tangled together, kissing hungrily, when Jords suddenly peeled her off him. Tessa immediately resisted, whining in protest and trying to cling tighter, arms locked around his neck and legs squeezing his waist.

“Nooo, don’t stop, I love your lips!” she complained, half-laughing, half-pouting as she wrestled with him, squirming and trying to pull him back into the kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip defiantly, refusing to let go easily.

Jords chuckled darkly, then with a low growl he pried her arms off his neck, then tossed her onto the bed with noticeably more force. Tessa bounced hard on the mattress with a surprised yelp that turned into bright, breathless giggles, her naked body sprawled out, curls flying everywhere.

He pounced immediately.

Tessa was still being a little shit, grinning wickedly and trying to scramble away, kicking playfully at him. Jords caught her ankle, yanked her back down the bed, and climbed over her. She struggled beneath him, squirming and laughing, relishing the raw display of his strength. The way he so easily overpowered her and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while his heavy body pressed her down. A fresh rush of heat crawled between her legs. Her struggles melted away. She looked up at him with wide, needy eyes, breathing fast.

“Wait, please…” she whispered, voice soft and sweet. “I want to suck your dick, Jords. Please? I’ll be so good for you… I just really want your cock in my mouth.”

Jords blinked down at her, eyes dark and gleaming with lust. “You really want to suck it?” he asked, voice low and rough.

Tessa nodded eagerly, biting her lip. “Yes… please.”

He stepped back slowly, releasing her wrists. Standing tall at the edge of the bed, he put both hands on his hips, cock jutting out thick and hard.

“On your knees then,” he ordered.

Tessa started to crawl forward on all fours, eager and obedient, petite breasts tucked between her arms. But just as she reached the edge of the bed, a devious little smirk curved her lips. Instead of dropping to her knees, she flopped dramatically onto her back, letting her head hang off the side of the mattress so she was looking upside down at him.

“My knees are already all skinned up from the grass at the bluff,” she said sweetly, voice full of fake innocence even as her eyes sparkled with mischief. “This way’s better… don’t you think?” Then she opened her mouth wide, tongue extending over her lower lip, slender neck bare and craned, waiting for him, completely offered up.

Jords let out a low, appreciative groan at the sight of her head hanging off the edge, dark kinky hair draped to the floor, mouth open and throat perfectly aligned. “Fuck, Tessa… you really are something else.”

He stepped forward, gripping the base of his thick cock and tapping the heavy head against her lips a couple of times, smearing precum across them. Tessa flicked her tongue out eagerly, licking at him with a soft, needy hum.

Without another word he pushed forward, sliding his cock into her warm, willing mouth.

The angle was obscene and perfect. Her head tilted back gave him a straight shot down her throat. Tessa moaned around him as he sank deeper, her lips stretching wide around his girth. Jords groaned, one hand coming down to cradle the back of her head as he started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper, feeding her more and more of his cock until her throat bulged visibly with every push.

“Shit, baby… look at that,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Taking me so deep like a good little cocksucker.”

Tessa’s eyes watered but stayed locked upward on him as best she could, her hands reaching up to grip his thighs, pulling him even closer. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room, gagging, slurping, the occasional choked moan as he fucked her upside-down mouth. Drool ran from the corners of her lips, dripping up her cheeks and into her hair as she sucked him eagerly, tongue working frantically along the underside of his shaft.

Jords picked up the pace, hips rocking steadily, fucking her throat with long, smooth strokes. “That’s it… just like that. Fuck, your throat feels even better than your pussy. Such a greedy mouth.”

Tessa whimpered around his cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust a little harder. Her perky breasts jiggled with every movement, nipples tight, her body squirming on the bed as she took him deeper and deeper, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being used exactly how he wanted.

Jords groaned and started thrusting harder, chasing the tight, velvety heat of her throat. His hips snapped forward with more force, driving his thick cock deeper and deeper. At first Tessa took it eagerly, but he quickly grew relentless, fucking her face with long, powerful strokes that bullied past the back of her mouth and into her throat.

Her eyes widened. A sharp, choking gag tore from her as the head of his cock forced its way deeper than before. Her throat convulsed hard around him, spasming painfully. Panic flickered through her for a split second — she couldn’t breathe, her eyes bulged, tears slipping down her temples. Her hands flew up to grab his thighs, nails digging in as her body jerked involuntarily, retching wetly around his shaft.

Jords noticed immediately. “Shit— Tessa,” he rasped, pulling back quickly. He slipped free of her mouth with a wet pop, breathing hard, concern flashing across his face.

Tessa rolled onto her side instantly, coughing and shuddering violently. A thick, obscene flood of spit and precum poured from her open mouth, spilling down her cheek and pooling on the floor in a shiny, messy puddle. She gasped for air, chest heaving, drool still dripping from her swollen lips and chin as she tried to catch her breath.

Jords stroked her hair and rubbed her back soothingly, giving her a moment. “You okay, baby?” he murmured, voice rough but gentle.

Tessa took a few shaky breaths, then rolled back onto her back without a word. Head hanging off the edge again, she looked up at him with glassy, determined eyes and opened her mouth wide once more… tongue out, throat relaxed…

Jords’ grin turned slow and filthy, full of dark appreciation. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praised, voice thick. “Such a wild, greedy betty.”

Jords stroked his slick cock slowly for a moment, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. Then he stepped closer and dipped his heavy balls into her waiting, open mouth.

Tessa moaned eagerly and welcomed them, her soft tongue swirling and licking over the salty, wrinkled skin. She sucked one into her mouth gently, then the other, lavishing them with wet, affectionate attention while her hands reached up to hold his thighs.

Jords groaned in pleasure. “That’s it… good girl. Suck on my balls just like that.”

While she worshipped him, he reached down and filled both hands with her perky breasts, groping and squeezing the soft mounds. His thumbs flicked and pinched her dark nipples, rolling them until they were tight and aching. Tessa whimpered around his balls, the vibration making his cock twitch above her face.

Then Jords leaned forward over her body, his abs flexing as he reached between her spread thighs. He pushed her legs open wider, completely exposing her dripping pussy. Two thick fingers slid through her soaked folds, parting her slick lips and rubbing slow, teasing circles around her swollen clit.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice rough with awe. “You’re absolutely soaked. Your little cunt is dripping all over the sheets just from choking on my cock and sucking my balls. You really love being used like this, don’t you?”

Tessa could only moan eagerly around his balls in response, hips twitching upward into his touch as his fingers continued to play with her slick, needy pussy. She kept sucking greedily on his balls, tongue swirling and lips gently pulling as she tried to stay focused on pleasing him. But Jords didn’t stop fingering her.

His thick fingers kept sliding through her soaked folds, two of them curling inside her dripping vagina while his thumb rubbed firm, steady circles over her swollen clit. The sharp ache in her throat slowly melted away, replaced by a warm, buzzing pleasure that spread through her core like liquid heat.

Oh my oh yes… she thought, the sensation making her whimper around his balls. The overwhelming fullness from having her throat fucked eased into something deeper, sweeter, more addictive. Every curl of his fingers against that perfect spot inside her sent sparks racing up her spine. Her pussy fluttered and clenched greedily around him, growing wetter with every stroke.

She tried to keep licking and mouthing at his heavy balls, but it was getting harder to concentrate. Her breathing turned into soft, panting gasps against his skin. Her hips began to lift and roll on their own, chasing his fingers, shamelessly fucking herself on his hand.

Jords chuckled and groaned above her. “That’s it, baby. Stop worrying about my balls and just feel it.” He pumped his fingers faster, curling them harder against her front wall while his thumb pressed firmer on her clit. “This sweet little cunt is so fucking greedy for me. You’re ruining these sheets, Tess.”

She moaned brokenly, the sound vibrating against his balls before she finally gave up trying to suck them properly. Her head fell back a little more, mouth open, panting hotly against his thighs as her hips bucked desperately. The warm, buzzing pleasure built higher and higher, her legs trembling, toes curling as another orgasm started coiling tight and deep inside her.

Jords kept working her with ruthless skill, two thick fingers pumping deep into her soaked cunt while his thumb rubbed those tight, relentless circles. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter through her abdomen, her hips bucking frantically as she panted and whimpered.

She was right there — right on the razor-sharp edge, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering wildly —

And then he stopped.

Jords pulled his fingers out completely, leaving her empty and aching.

Tessa let out a broken, desperate whine from between his legs. “Nooo— Jords, please— I was so close, don’t stop, I—”

Before she could finish begging, he was already pulling her up and off the bed with a low, playful growl. His hands gripped her waist firmly but gently, manhandling her like she weighed nothing. Tessa melted instantly, all protest or pleading dissolving into a soft, needy whimper as he spun her around.

He tugged her close for one more deep, filthy kiss, slow and possessive, tongue stroking hers as she whimpered into his mouth, trembling on the edge of orgasm. When he finally pulled back, he grinned down at her, eyes sparkling with lurid amusement.

“If you’re going to cum again,” he murmured against her lips, “it’s going to be on my dick, baby. Not my fingers.”

Tessa could only moan helplessly in response, completely melting under his control. His hands immediately slid back to her ass, gripping the generous, soft cheeks with raw lust as his eyes darkened, turning almost feral. He kneaded and spread them greedily, a hungry growl rumbling in his chest.

His voice came out low and rough. “I’ve wanted to make this big, soft ass bounce since the second I saw you this morning. The way it moved when you carved those turns…” He reached down and grabbed her chin, thumb brushing her spit-slick lower lip. “You gonna give it to me, baby?”

Tessa nodded meekly, cheeks flushed, voice barely a whisper. “Yes…”

“Good girl.”

He spun her around fast and bent her over the edge of the bed, pressing her chest and stomach down onto the mattress. He kicked her legs wider, one big hand firm on her lower back as he lined himself up behind her, the thick head of his cock nudging against her dripping, needy entrance.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, drinking in the obscene, breathtaking view.

Tessa was bent over the edge of the bed perfectly, her lush, round ass cheeks raised high and trembling with anticipation, the full, soft globes spread slightly from the position. Her thick, powerful thighs were quivering, knees soft and slightly bowed as she presented herself to him. Between them, her pretty pussy was flushed and dripping, slick lips parted, her dark pink center, swollen and glistening in the low light, a shiny trail of arousal running down either thigh as her vagina pulsed and squeezed with her breaths, as if openly begging for his cock.

“Goddamn, Tess… that pussy is fucking dripping down your legs,” he rasped, dragging the head of his cock through her slick folds. “You want this cock so bad, don’t you?”

Tessa started to reply but he slammed into her hard, burying every thick inch in one brutal thrust -She cried out! -fingers clawing the sheets. He was so deep immediately, stretching her perfectly. The angle had her seeing stars.

Jords gave her no time to adjust, pounding her hard, hips slapping loudly against her ass with every thrust. Her big, soft cheeks bounced beautifully with every powerful stroke. The full, plush globes rippled and jiggled as he fucked her, the impact making clapping sounds that mixed with her desperate moans. Jords’ hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling her back onto his cock again and again, watching hungrily as her ass bounced and shook for him.

“That’s it, bounce that fucking ass on my cock,” he groaned, slamming deeper. “Just like that, Tess. Fuck, it’s even better than I imagined.”

He already had her screaming, the pleasure overwhelming. His thick cock hit that deep spot over and over, the wet squelching sounds of her drenched pussy, the way her heavy ass rippled with every brutal thrust. Her thighs shook, toes curling in the hotel carpet.

Jords fucked her harder, faster, relentless. One hand fisted in her wild kinky curls, the other slapping her ass hard enough to make it jiggle even more. Tessa came with a shrill cry, pussy clamping down around him like a vice, gushing down her thighs as her whole body shook.

He didn’t stop.

He kept pounding her through it, chasing every whimper and scream, driving so deep she felt him in her stomach. Her second orgasm crashed into the first, then a third built right on its heels. She was screaming almost continuously now, voice hoarse, completely lost in the deliciously rugged rhythm of his cock destroying her cunt.

“Jords — fuck — I can’t — oh my fuck—”

The feeling pushed Tessa over the edge one last time.

She came so hard her mind went completely blank. White-hot pleasure exploded through every nerve. Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream, body convulsing violently around his cock as her pussy spasmed. For several blissful seconds she was gone…floating. Empty. Nothing but sensation and his cock and the orgasm.

Jords stayed buried inside her pulsing cunt, both of them panting, Tessa still twitching with aftershocks.

But he wasn’t finished.

“Fuck… this ass,” he groaned, hands spreading her cheeks wide again, thumbs digging in possessively. “So big and soft and fucking perfect. I’ve been staring at it bounce all day. You’re not done yet, baby.”

Tessa was still blank; eyes glassy, mind floating somewhere far away in static and bliss. She was helpless, obedient, a trembling mess of tan skin and pear-shaped curves. Gently but firmly, Jords pushed her flat onto the bed, chest down, ass still raised. She let him move her like a doll, cheek pressed into the sheets, drooling softly.

He gathered the slick mess leaking from her freshly-fucked pussy and smeared it up between her cheeks, rubbing the warm, slippery fluid over her tight little hole. Two fingers circled, pressing and teasing the sensitive ring until it fluttered and clenched under the pressure.

“Can I fuck you up the ass, Tess?” he asked, voice dark and hungry. “Been dying to stretch this fat, luscious ass…”

Tessa murmured something dazed and incoherent, still floating, trying to process the words through the fog.

Jordan leaned forward across her back, his hard cock nestled hot and heavy between her cheeks. He cradled her jaw with one hand, turning her head just enough to kiss her, deep, possessive, tongue stroking hers slowly. When he pulled back, his lips brushed her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass,” he whispered, low and commanding. “You want that, right? You want to be my good girl and take every inch?”

Tessa squirmed beneath him, a needy little whimper escaping her. “Yes…” she breathed, voice barely there. “Yes, please…”

Jordan groaned in satisfaction. He pressed the thick head of his cock against her slick, lubed hole and pushed in.

The stretch was immediate and tense. Tessa’s breath hitched sharply as the fat crown breached her tight ring, burning and full in a way that made her whole body stiffen. She strained hard, back arching, toes curling into the sheets, thighs trembling as she tried to adjust to the pressure. Her pussy clenched sympathetically, leaking fresh slick onto the bed while her ass stretched and squeezed around the invading thickness.

It hurt. A sharp, deep ache…but that ache twisted into something hotter, warm pressure, swelling outwards with every inch he fed her. Jords kept pushing, slow but relentless, until his hips met the soft cushion of her ass and he was buried to the hilt.

Then he started moving.

At first, he fucked her with long, deliberate strokes, letting her feel every thick inch sliding in and out of her tightest hole. Tessa squirmed and tried so hard to relax, gasping brokenly into the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets as the intensity built. The burn slowly melted into hot pleasure that short-circuited her brain. Her heavy ass cheeks rippled with every thrust, the plush flesh jiggling and bouncing as he picked up speed. As he found his rhythm.

He started fucking her roughly, hard, deep strokes that made her big, soft cheeks clap loudly against his hips. Tessa’s mind went blank again, wiped clean by the relentless, overwhelming fullness. Her eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out of her open mouth as she drooled helplessly onto the sheets. Every brutal thrust punched a choked, breathless gasp out of her throat; wet, guttural, almost sobbing sounds as her body shook violently. She was drooling, twitching, completely lost, ass bouncing wildly while he railed her.

Jords ass-fucked Tessa like he owned her, one hand fisted in her wild kinky curls, the other gripping a handful of her jiggling ass and spreading her open so he could watch his cock disappear between those plush cheeks again and again and again.

“That’s it… take it. Fuck, your ass feels so good squeezing me,” he growled, slamming deeper. “Such a good little slut for me.”

Tessa could only answer with more choked, drooling gasps, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, body convulsing helplessly around the thick cock wrecking her ass.

Finally, Jords’ rhythm stuttered. His hips slammed forward one last time with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated all the way up Tessa’s spine as he buried himself to the hilt inside her stretched, clenching ass. She felt every thick pulse as his cock throbbed violently against her tight inner walls.

But he didn’t stay there.

With a wrecked growl he yanked himself free at the last possible second. His strong hands immediately grabbed the heavy cheeks of her pear-shaped ass and squeezed them tightly together around his slick, pulsing shaft. He rutted between them in a few final, sloppy, desperate strokes — the fat head of his cock dragging hot and messy through the valley of her ass, smearing her own slick and his precum everywhere.

Finally he erupted.

The first thick rope of cum shot across her lower back, landing with a wet splat just above the curve of her ass. Tessa whimpered, still blank and squirming. More followed, thick, pearly-white streaks painting her tan skin in messy lines. Jords kept squeezing her cheeks around his cock, grinding and stroking himself through the orgasm, milking out every last powerful spurt. Hot cum splattered all the way up her back in long, dripping ropes, some of it landing between her shoulder blades, some pooling in the dip of her lower back, sliding slowly down the soft curve to her belly.

Tessa stayed collapsed beneath him, limp and trembling, her big soft ass still raised and quivering, while her mind floated somewhere far away in blissful, shattered emptiness.

When she finally came back to herself, Jords was slumped on the mattress beside her, breathing hard. She blinked at him blearily, and he leaned over to kiss the back of her neck softly, voice wrecked and satisfied, “Best fuck I’ve had in months, Tess.”

Tessa could barely form words. All she managed was a soft, dazed little whimper as she melted into the bed.

Walk Of Shame

Too soon, sunlight was pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, bright and unforgiving.

Tessa stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore in all the best places…and one other one. Her dark kinky curls were a wild mess across the pillow, and the slinky black dress lay crumpled on the floor where…well, it was somewhere on the floor, she knew that.

She was naked under damp, tangled sheets, tan skin marked with hickeys and drying cum, faint fingerprints welted all over her hips and the lush curves of her pear-shaped ass. Her small breasts rose and fell with each breath, dark nipples tender and a little sore.

She blinked against the glare, stretching with a low, hoarse groan. The ache between her thighs and the sticky warmth clinging to her pussy brought everything back in a rush: the bluff, the lookout, the way he’d bent her over the bed and fucked her until her mind went blank.

Damn.

Jords was already up. He stood near the balcony doors wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips. That golden skin still glowed, sculpted abs and wave tattoos on full display. He was scrolling through his phone with one hand, typing something with his thumb. When he noticed her awake, he flashed that same easy, camera-ready smile —although that frustrating, mind-scrambling edge was gone. It was simply polite, maybe charming… and definitely distant.

“Morning,” he said, voice almost calculatedly flat.

Don’t worry Jords, she thought offering him a smile and a yawn, I didn’t fall in love with you…

“You want some water?” he went on. “I could order coffee if you were sticking around, but I’ve got a sponsor call in twenty.”

Tessa sat up, sheets pooling around her waist, bare breasts on display for a moment before she tugged the fabric up. She felt a small, familiar sting in her chest, not heartbreak, but that quiet “oh, right” realization.

“Just water would be good,” she murmured, voice still husky from screaming.

He grabbed a chilled bottle from the mini-fridge and tossed it to her with effortless grace, then went right back to his phone. “I’ll call you an Uber, if you need a ride.”

Tessa caught the bottle, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink to buy herself a second. She watched him, already mentally checked out, polite but clearly moving on to the next thing. She wasn’t surprised. She’d known this was a one-night-stand before she’d ever slipped one that slinky dress, or admitted she even wanted it to Naomi. Still…

“I’m a big girl, I can handle my own ride,” she said with a mirthless little laugh, sliding off the bed on shaky legs.

She bent over to retrieve her slip dress from the floor. The black silk was a wrinkled mess, balled up, twisted and inside out. Tessa grumbled softly in frustration as she fought with the tangled fabric, shaking it out and trying to find the right way up. After a few seconds of annoyed tugging and muttering under her breath, she finally won…and slid the cool, damp, wrinkled dress back over her clammy, cum-streaked skin. The cowl neck draped loosely over her chest, the fabric clinging in places where her skin was still tacky from sweat and…other fluids.

She also happened to spot Jords’ cream-colored linen shirt lying rumpled on the floor. The buttons were long gone, victims of her lustful urgency. Tessa smirked, bent down, and snatched it up.

“I’m taking this,” she announced, shrugging the shirt on over her dress. The soft linen swallowed her frame, the open front showing the wrinkled black slip dress and her cleavage underneath. She rolled the sleeves up her forearms and gave him a self-satisfied little grin.

“Souvenir,” she added, hazel eyes sparkling.

“More like a trophy,” Jords said with a grin, his eyes flicking openly down her figure one last time. “Can’t say you didn’t earn it. Last night was fun as hell. You’re a wild girl, Tess.”

“-SA,” she huffed, gathering the shirt across her front, and wrapping her arms to keep it closed. “TesSA. With an A.”

Jords smirked knowingly, “Yeah, that’s what I said.”

Even though she’d been trying to stay breezy, now Tessa scowled. What a jerk…

Now that that infuriating smile was back, she realized she preferred already-mentally-checked-out Jords. At least this morning she did.

“Catch ya around, Mercer,” she grumbled, turning and snatching her heels and clutch from the floor. She didn’t bother slipping them on, just let them dangle from her fingertips.

I knew exactly who he was, she reminded herself… Still ended up bent over his bed, screaming his name, didn’t I…which is what I wanted, right?

The thought drifted as she reached the door, trying to keep the shirt wrapped and closed with one hand, as she reached for the handle.

How do some guys do that? Just… turn your brain off and make you beg for it? Must be the abs…

“Hey!” Jords called as she stepped into the hall.

Tessa glanced back, unable to hide her irritation. If he noticed he didn’t care.

“Don’t forget what I told you,” he said. “Quit playing so nice out there, yeah? Be the badass I know you are.”

“Thanks,” Tessa sneered, “Nothing like unsolicited advice from a guy who’s had his dick all the way up your asshole-”

Just then the door across the hall opened, and an older couple stepped out. They both gave her scandalized looks and hurried on down the hall.

“Oh shit,” Tessa’s face blushed red hot instantly. “Sorry! I didn’t- he didn’t- well, you probably heard…” She trailed off as they turned the corner for the elevators. “Have a nice day…”

Jords blurted laughter.

Tessa slammed the door.

Standing in the hall by herself, she shook her head and muttered, “Well… shit.”

She turned the opposite direction and headed toward the stairs, willing to jump out a window to avoid facing that older couple again.

Before long, Tessa stepped out of the hotel into the bright morning sun, squinting as the warm light hit her face and slowly cleared the lingering haze from her head. She adjusted the oversized linen shirt around her, heels still dangling from her fingers, and let out a long breath. It really had been a good night. Filthy, fun, and exactly the kind of trouble she’d gone looking for.

She fumbled into her clutch to pull out her phone and then text Naomi.
Tessa: Need a ride and a shower, where you at?
Naomi: Just leaving the gym. Be there in 20
Tessa: I owe you a coffee
Naomi: I’ll take payment in details

Details… A small, rueful smile tugged at Tessa’s lips as she walked toward the street. Great, now I gotta tell her that Jords Mercer ended up being the best lay of my life. How does that even happen?

She shook her head, curls bouncing, as she flopped down on the curb to wait. Some questions, she decided, didn’t need answers before coffee.

Author’s Note:

First of all -okay, “a series of short stories”?? Yeah, this one is definitely a novelette and I’m sure the rest will end up being a similar length. I can’t help it, I follow the muse and the muse was having A LOT of fun in Tropic City.

Secondly; so why no peril? The truth is, I started this while working on the Villain Ending for Bombshell issue 6. It’s brutal. It’s dark. And it was wearing me out. I needed something lighter and a little more fun to keep my emotional state on an even-keel while finishing things up with that.

Plus, I hadn’t been to Tropic City since before last spooky season, and I was missing Tessa. I had had the idea for Hot Heroine Summer but I wasn’t sure what I would even do for it, so I just started playing around and the muse took it and ran. Now we’ve already been working on other installments as well, so I’m pretty excited to see how those come together.

NOT that it will be an entirely peril-free summer or anything, but I do need a milder outlet for a bit. Issue 6 of Bombshell has very much been my “Going Harder” novel, even outside of the V.E. and I’m very happy with it, but it has left me a little drained. Giving my heroines a little lighthearted summer fun seems like a great way to blow off steam.

What do you think Besties, are you here for Hot Heroine Summer? Are you excited to see what my other heroines are up to this summer? Who are you looking most forward to seeing in this series? Let me know down in the comments, or X me @dangerotica!

And yes, we are dangerously close to the release of Bombshell issue 6, which I guess mean’s I’d better get back to my coffee, keyboard and *sigh* editing.

Take Care, Talk Soon,

Your bff, L J