"We're really just going to sit here and watch TV on New Year's Eve?! Come on, we are only young once! Let's drive to Vegas! Let's go to a party! Let's do anything besides this!" I was exasperated as I stared at my on-again, off-again lover, sitting on the couch in front of a flickering television.
He stifled a yawn and leaned back into the cushy couch. "We would never make it to Vegas in time, it's already 9:30. There's gotta be something here we can do" California weather had been good to him. Even at the end of December his tan lines were evident against the ripple of his t-shirt, stretched against muscles taut from a summer of visits to the gym. Despite my annoyance with our lack of New Year's plans, I couldn't help but admire his body as he pushed himself up from the couch and leisurely strolled towards the closet.
My stucco apartment was just big enough to hold the belongings of myself, my roommate, and my puppy. Since my roommate was spending the holidays with her parents, Danny and I had been hiding out for a few lazy days. As much as I loved relaxing with him, one can only watch so many straight-to-DVD movies on Netflix.
"What are you looking for? Your jacket is in my room." I told him, slightly annoyed that instead of trying to figure out plans for the quickly-approaching New Year he was digging through my mess of a hall closet.
"I have an idea." He grinned boyishly as he pulled a large fleece blanket out of the closet. "Grab your stuff, we are leaving now."
Being a typical Type A personality, I had to fight the urge to demand he tell me where we were going. I grabbed my phone and keys, excited about the prospect of going somewhere new. "Are we going to a party? A bar? I think Friday's is open until 2 tonight..."
Locking the door behind us, he gently handed me the blanket. "You'll see."
20 agonizing minutes of driving on what appeared to be dark roads leading to nowhere, we pulled onto PCH. PCH, or Pacific Coast Highway, is also known as the 1 Freeway and runs up and down the California coast. I squinted at him suspiciously as he flashed his million-dollar smile, the smile that had melted my heart six years before.
Danny had the easy way of someone who never seemed to doubt themselves once in their entire life. While I constantly worried about just about everything in the past, present, and future he took life day-by-day and welcomed the challenges I would normally dread.
We pulled down a dark, bumpy street heading down the hill towards the ocean. By then I had figured out we were headed for the beach, although I didn't know why. There were bound to be tons of people crowding the shores of Southern California awaiting the New Year.
"Here should be good." Danny pulled the little sedan next to a precariously small curb, turning the engine off. "You're mine now." growling with an animal instinct I had never heard before, he grabbed the back of my head, pulling my long blonde hair towards him forcefully. His lips met mine and I immediately melted in his embrace. His tongue explored the soft corners of my mouth. My breath came in hard gasps as he kissed down my collar.
His long fingers grazed my neck, stroking the soft line between my budding breasts and wet lips, which were chapped from his urgent kisses. I was weak, helpless to resist even though every fiber of my body was screaming to touch him. His hand closed around my throat, putting just enough pressure to make me gasp in pleasure. His other hand slipped between my legs, which spread instantly at his touch. My hips pushed up, begging for his touch. He gently yanked my head towards his mouth, sucking and biting my lips as my hips continued to push towards him helplessly.