Her hands were on my shoulders now. Then my chest. Then curling behind my neck again as she leaned in — like it was nothing. Like we were just talking.
No one would know any different.
She rocked forward once more.
Fuck.
A groan clawed up my throat, but I swallowed it down hard, squeezing her hips in my hands to anchor myself, to ground myself.
It didn’t help.
Not when she whispered, voice almost smug, “Still think it’s a bad idea?”
I was hard. There was no hiding it. And when she rolled forward again — when she did iton purpose— a sharp, choked sound escaped me.
Her grin was lazy, wicked, flushed all the way to her collarbone. “Guess that answers that.” She crooned, but she couldn’t disguise thegentlestof whimpers that escaped, too.
“I’m going to hell,” I muttered.
She arched a brow. “For dry-humping me in a pool?”
“No,” I said, pulling her just the tiniest bit closer. “For wanting to do it again.”
Her thighs squeezed around my hips in response, and my hands stayed locked on her waist like they were the only thing keeping me from floating off into the goddamn stratosphere.
She shifted again. A roll of her hips, slower now. Intimate. Intentional. And there was no pretending it was an accident anymore.
I choked on a breath. Tried to speak. Couldn’t.
She did it again.
And again.
Andfuck— I was gone.
My fingers dug in, teeth clenched so hard I was afraid they’d crack. “Juniper,” I groaned, fingers trembling against her hips. My eyes snapped shut, head tipping back, jaw locked so tight it trembled. I didn’tmove— not one inch — but she did. Over and over, soft and sinful and perfect.
One of her hands curled around the back of my neck. Her lips brushed my cheek. “Still doing okay, cowboy?” she whispered, all sweet concern, like she wasn’t ruining me.
“No,” I breathed. “No, not at all.”
She smiled against my jaw and rolled her hips one more time. “Good,” she moaned into my ear, pressing her warm heat against me again.
“You’ve got—” I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’tthink. “You’ve got to stop, baby.” I hissed as she bore down again, the sweet pressure of her movements tearing pet names out of me I’dneverused.
She sped up, one hand lacing into my hair, fingernails grazing my scalp. The other…fuck.
She found my hand with her other, and tugged it upwards, pressing her breast into my palm. “Touch me,” she purred as Irutted up into her, completely helpless. “Yes,” she whispered as my hips, mycock, stuttered an uneasy rhythm up into her. “Come for me.” Her lips brushed the shell of my ear as I kneaded her breast in my hand.
Fuck.
I saw stars. I swore — low and shattered — gripped her harder than I should’ve, and?—
It was over. Heat. Pressure. Release. That dark pulse of pleasure, sharp and humiliating, cresting low in my gut and broke open through me. I dug my teeth into her shoulder, swallowing down the moans she wasstilldragging out of me.
My dick twitched against her heat, warm and welcoming andfuck. How good would she feel?
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Frozen and tangled up in each other.
