“Jesus Christ.” I gritted my teeth as she tormented us both, running her fingers through her slit, down to my cock, and then playing with my balls like I wasn’t already three seconds away from blowing inside her.
I let go of her hair and wrapped my hand around her throat, tugging her until her back was flush against my chest. With my other hand, I reached down and slapped her clit hard enough to pull a gasp from her as she jerked against me. Her pussy contracted around my cock, tugging me even closer to the edge.
“If you need to scream how good it feels, you better turn your head.” I pumped into her faster, strumming her clit, my knees nearly buckling at how tight her pussy was squeezing me. “Give me all those fuck-me sounds right against my neck, baby.”
She whimpered and turned her head toward me, her panting breaths washing over my skin and making my cock even harder. My balls drew up tight, and I had to clench my ass to keep from losing it before she came.
“No more playing, sunshine,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’m so fucking close. I need you to come. Soak my cock and show me who owns this pussy.” I tightened my hand around her throat, holding her against me as I pinched her clit just hard enough to give her the whisper of pain she needed, and she went off like a rocket.
She pressed her mouth against my neck just like I told her to, her moans vibrating against my skin as she pulsed around me, and that was all I needed to fall. With a groan, I sank deep and came, barely holding in the animalistic groan I was desperate to unleash knowing there was nothing between us as I spilled myself inside her.
Holy fucking hell, that was the best sex of my life, and I hadn’t even gotten undressed. I’d taken her out here on the roof on her hands and knees like a goddamn animal. I hadn’t given her flowers or candles. No music but the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping at the shore.
But I had no idea why I ever thought it’d be any different with her. Not when she drove me so fucking wild with want and crazy out of my mind with need that I couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t see anyone but my sunshine.
Next time, though. Next time, I was spreading her out on a bed and feasting on her pussy until she couldn’t move. Until she was begging for me to stop. And then, when she was so swollen and wet from my tongue, I’d finally sink inside and make her come all over again.
And I couldn’t deny it anymore—there would absolutely be a next time. Because there was no way I could walk away now.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
EVERLY
Maybe one dayI’d be tired of waking up with Beck’s mouth on my pussy, but today was not that day. The past three days hadn’t been it either.
After the night on the roof, it’d been like the dam had broken and unleashed all the pent-up want and desire we had for each other. He was insatiable.Iwas insatiable, which was totally new for me. Though apparently that happened when you were super comfortable around your partner and said partner actually knew what they were doing and was more concerned with your pleasure than their own. We hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. I felt like I’d swapped places with one of the heroines in my books, and I was absolutely here for it.
I groaned, reaching down to thread my fingers through Beck’s hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I glanced down, finding his eyes already on me. And sweet Jesus, the sight of this man with his mouth between my legs would never fail to send my stomach flip-flopping like I was on a roller coaster, speeding down a hundred-foot drop.
I’d spent years worrying about anything and everything during sex, rarely able to reach orgasm, and then Beck had barreled his way in and wouldn’t allow me to do anythingbutfocus on him when we were together. Whether it was his actions or his words, he had my attention completely.
He slipped his fingers inside me, pumping them in time with the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. He felt so good against me, already knowing just what I needed to make me come. I was climbing, climbing, climbing—almost there, but never falling over the edge, and I nearly groaned at the buildup, desperate for relief.
Beck pulled back, still thrusting his fingers into me, and sank his teeth into my inner thigh just hard enough to sting, his eyes heating at my moan. “Give it to me, baby. I’m starving. Come all over my tongue so I can lick up all that sweetness.”
I whimpered, desperate to give him what we both wanted, and he dove back in, sucking my clit while he pumped his fingers deep inside me. It all felt amazing, but it wasn’t until he reached up with his other hand and tugged my nipple hard enough to make me bow off the bed that I exploded. I clutched his face against me as waves of ecstasy pulsed through my body, the soft slide of his tongue and the slow pump of his fingers bringing me down from my peak. When the last wave rushed through me, I blew out a contented sigh and relaxed back on the bed, spent and sated.
And then he started all over again.
I twitched, my body still oversensitive, but Beck didn’t care. Loved it, in fact, and had told me as much when he’d wrung more pleasure from my body than I thought possible. He’d done this enough times that I knew what he was after—namely, another orgasm courtesy of his exceptionally talented tongue.
But I wanted more. I tightened my hold on his hair and tugged until he finally relented and braced himself above me, his eyes glittering as he sucked me off his fingers.
“I wasn’t done,” he said, the rasp of his early morning voice sending a shiver skating down my spine. “My plan was to make you come three times with my tongue.”
“Well, my plan is to get you inside me.” I hooked a leg around his waist and tugged him closer, biting my lip when his cock nudged my clit. “And since I was the one whose house burned down, I get to make the rules.”
“Sunshine,” he said, the admonishment clear in his tone as he glared down at me.
I bit my lip to stifle my laugh, but it managed to slip out anyway. “Are we not at the joking stage yet?”
“It’s been three days since I held you while you soaked my shirt with your tears. No, I’m not at the fucking joking stage.”
“My bad,” I said through a giggle, and his scowl only deepened.
I wasn’t necessarily at the joking stage, either, but what else was I supposed to do? I’d gotten what I could handled—my replacement credit cards and license were on the way, all non-emergency appointments had been shuffled around and rescheduled for house calls this coming week and surgeries had been referred to the next closest clinic about an hour away, and the insurance adjuster had already been out to survey the damage.
While, yes, my home and business had been demolished and I didn’t have a possession to my name, I was now pretty much living with my best friend, having the best sex of my life, and figuring things out.
