First Date at the Beach- A Riker Lynch Imagine (Dirty!)

It was the day of your first date with the most beautiful man you've ever met-Riker Lynch. He was to pick you up at five, and you two were going to go to the beach, two cities away. You wanted to get away from stress, and he wanted a break from his family. You'd known him for three years, he was your best friend's brother and a great friend to you as well. Just days prior, he had shyly whispered into your ear, "let's go on a date this Saturday?" You, of course, readily agreed. You worked out plans over text and you waited almost impatiently for Saturday to come.

You heard a knock at the door and practically ran down the stairs. You opened the door eagerly and saw Riker standing there, wearing only sandals, swim trunks, and a muscle shirt. You smiled and blushed a little. "Let's get the hell out of here?" Riker suggested. You nodded, agreeing, and let him take your hand and drag you away.

It was a two hour drive to the beach, and you spent it singing loudly, only stopping once to get something to eat.

When you get there, the sun is already starting to set. You put down your bag, and he lays out a blanket on the sand. You both lie down on it, lying quite close, and watch the sun fall to the horizon. You rest your face on his neck and gently set a kiss on his throat. He gasps in surprise, tensing up, then melts back into the touch.

It really only takes a few minutes until you two are kissing-legs tangled, hands feeling each others' bodies, lips and tongues moving in unison. You are as close to his body as you can be while still having your hips touching the blanket. He lets out a moan when you brush your fingertips over his nipple. You do it again, receiving the same noise in return. You kiss his throat and start gently sucking on it. You both realized the mood has changed, but neither of you said anything, just going with the flow.

He was making noises that were driving you crazy, but you didn't want to admit it. You wrapped your legs around his and pressed your hips close, so that you were touching his erection with your own sensitive spot. He ground his hips up, causing you to let out a loud moan. How could you not? It felt great! He bit his lip and, staring you in the eyes, did it again. You threw your head back and then let it tip down into his neck. You started to nibble, bite, lick, and suck on his neck, and ground your hips into his quickly. His cock was rubbing right up against your clit through your bathing suits, and that felt so good.

"We should... We should stop," Riker said, pulling away a bit.

Upset and feeling rejected, you roll off of him and flop onto the blanket. "Fine," you mutter.

"It's not you," he mumbles. "I really like you... I just don't wanna take your virginity if you're not ready."

"Nobody ever said I wasn't."

"Do you want to?"

"Well, yeah. And obviously you do, too, or else you wouldn't have this condom in your pocket," you smirk, pulling out the little foil square.

"Busted," he blushed. You crawl back onto him and kiss him again, holding yourself close. He swears under his breath, and you lick up the nape of his neck up to his jawline. He reaches behind you and unties the knot on your bikini top. In one fluid movement, he pulls it off of you and flips you two over so he's on top of you. He starts rocking his hips into yours again, and you moan loudly. He quiets you with a kiss, and you tug at his shirt, needy.

Desperate for friction, he grinds his hips into yours with short, choppy movements as he throws his shirt to the side. You whine and sit up a bit, pushing him away from him so he can take his shorts off. You watch him roll onto his back and then kick them off, and you follow suit, sliding your bottoms off. He takes the condom out of the wrapper and pinches the tip, biting on his lower lip.

"Let me do it," you whisper. You lean forward and roll it onto his exposed, hardened cock, and he moans at the feeling. You kiss him and he strokes his hand over your cheek. You pull away and look into his eyes, and he switches his hand's positioning so he just has two fingers up. He runs those two fingers down your face, then your neck, and stops at your chest. He gently fondles your breast, toying with your nipple. He kisses the other nipple, and then licks over it. You gasp and arch your back, begging him to do it again. Instead of following your order, he hides his teeth behind his lips and sucks on the sensitive skin. You squirm, moaning, and he dips his fingers down, sliding them over your stomach. You clench your abdomen muscles as he does so, and then relax once his fingers are on your hips. You know exactly where the digits are headed, and you can't help but squirm in anticipation.

He trails them just a bit farther down, and then spreads your legs open with his hand. Gently, he runs his fingertip over your clit, and you have to bite your tongue to stifle a moan. He runs his long, calloused fingers over and through your folds, letting out a breathy moan when he feels how wet you are. You lick your lips and he follows suit, and then he gently and slowly dips his fingers down, and slides them inside your hole. You have to admit, it kinda hurts-but you've never had anything bigger than a tampon down there. You squirm a bit and give him a nod to encourage him to keep going. He stretches his fingers apart slightly, thrusting them just gently.

It isn't long at all before he's pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you're letting out gasps, moans, and whines each time he hits your g-spot. He starts massaging your clit with the pad of his thumb while fingering your hole, and you can already feel an orgasm brimming. You want to tell him to stop so you can get to the actual sex before you cum, but you're so close you can't form words. So instead you decide to take advantage and let go, crying out his name as your come spills over his fingers. After you come down from your high, you blush and realize he's staring at you strangely.

"Sorry," you say. He pulls his fingers out of you, and you can tell he's about to remove the condom from himself, thinking it's over. "No," you slap his hand away from his cock. You push on his shoulders until he's lying down, his hair touching the sand. You straddle him and, not caring how sensitive you are at the moment, lower yourself down onto him, not stopping until he's fully sheathed inside you. You groan softly and start rocking your hips, but the angle is awkward and you can't get a rhythm going.

You look at him with a pout, and he switches your positions. Once you get comfortable on your back, he starts shallowly thrusting into you, and you both moan in unison. He soon picks up the pace, and you both start whimpering and gasping at how good it feels. He starts fingering your clit in time with his thrusts, and you throw your head back.

"Fuck," you gasp. "F-Fuck, Riker, please."

He moans in response, and then drops his head into your neck. He speeds up and moans your name loudly. You can feel yourself involuntarily tightening around him as another orgasm nears. You look into his eyes and then kiss him with force, and you both pull away to gasp.

"Go ahead," you whisper in his ear, knowing he's holding off on his orgasm. "I wanna feel you come inside me." He moans and then holds your hips as he lets out a long moan of your name. His head tips back and he bites his lip.

You watch as he finishes, and whine when he pulls out. He takes the condom off and ties it, then buries it nonchalantly in the sand. You giggle and lick your lips. He kisses your neck and whispers in your ear, "is it okay if I eat you out?" You nod and he kisses his way down your neck, chest, stomach, hips, and then inner thighs. He licks up the perimeter of your lower lips, then gently nestles his tongue into your hole. You whine and he licks all the way up to your clit, and starts sucking on it. To say the least, that drove you crazy. He pressed his fingers inside of you and started to stroke the spot that was driving you wild earlier. You gasp and let out a series of moans and intelligible words, followed by a whimper as you come.

He pulls away from you, and when you come to, you realize he's giggling. You look at his face and realize why-there's cum all over his face. You giggle again, and wipe his face off with your towel. "Sorry," you laugh.

"Not your fault you're a squirter," he mumbles, kissing your neck. You smile and cuddle into his side, and he brushes your hair out of your face. "That was absolutely amazing." You kiss his shoulder and close your eyes.

"I agree. I'm so sleepy," you whisper. He kisses your head and smiles.

"Let's get our clothes back on and spend the night here." You nod, agreeing, and you both dress. You put his sweater on and you two cuddle closer, and he wraps the blanket around you two. You close your eyes, and he kisses your forehead, singing quietly to you until you fall asleep.