She’s so petite. Her body fits perfectly on mine.
I squeeze her hip harder, pulling her down onto me. “I’m gonna have to tie you down if you don’t cut it out.”
“How would tying me down help the boat stop moving?”
Hearing her say it makes me picture it. I’ve been a roper my whole life. I could tie knots in my sleep that she’d never get out of. The image of her tied up, at my mercy, isn’t helping me calm down at all.
A wake from another boat slaps against the helm of ours, causing her to go airborne for a split second before slamming back down onto my erection. The brush against my fully hard dick causes me to release an unsteady exhale as I talk myself off the cliff of the first orgasm I’ll have had in months. I shut my eyes, praying for mercy. I cannot finish right now.
“I mean it, Baby Red. Stop moving before he kills me with his bare hands,” I grit out, directly into her ear so Duke doesn’t hear.
“It’s the waves!” she hisses into my ear.
Our eyes meet for the first time since we got on the boat. Hers are a swirling gray storm of desire.
I’m at war within myself. If she wiggles her ass right now, I’m done for. At the same time, I’m painfully hard and desperate for her to grind against me.
You just need to get laid. That’s what you need. You don’t want Duke’s little sister. This is a biological response. It’s not about her.
7
DOLLY
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
This isn’t my first time to feel a man’s erection, but the amount of sexual experience I have is pathetically minimal, considering my traumatic past and the overprotective brothers who have effectively intimidated the entire male population into leaving me alone.
I wiggle my butt against Sam again, and he sucks in a breath.
“I mean it. Stop itnow,Dolly.”
The desperate edge in his tone sends a thrill through me. He never says my real name. He has a handful of nicknames that he typically uses when he actually addresses me. Now I’m giving him an erection. I know he’s drunk, and I’m wearing my tiniest bikini,but still.
Sam is getting turned on byme.
I can feel the hard outline of his dick, the edge of it pressed up against me inalmostthe exact spot I need it. I’m very familiar with my body and self-pleasure. I read a lot of romance books, and I have an array of toys in my bedside table. But this … this is unlike any physical sensation I’ve ever felt. I just know if it were half an inch closer to the right spot, I’d really be in heaven.
If I can scoot back just a little …
Every bump from the waves sends a little scratch of sensual pleasure through me.
Why is he hard? Is this just a natural male reaction? Does Sam Seymour want me?
When he pulled me onto his lap, I was startled. I didn’t want to sit on Ben’s lap, but it seemed like the only option.
I see another wave ahead. It’s windy today, making the water choppy and rough. Sam’s fingers dig into my hip again, attempting to hold me steady. He’s so big, over a foot taller than me. His masculine scent is in my nostrils, and his tense muscles are caging me in.
I don’t dare look at him again. He’ll see the lust and desire so clearly on my face; I’ll never be able to deny it. Duke might see it, too, and then we’d both be screwed.
The wave is upon us. When it hits the boat, I grip the seat and use the bump to shift my weight back another sliver. When I come back down, the side shaft of his rock-hard dick slams right into the perfect spot. I gasp, pure delight bursting through me, the sensation strong enough that I almost come right then.
He groans beneath me, his fingers digging into my hip so hard that I’m sure he’s leaving bruises. I don’t care. All I need is one more sliver of friction, and I’m done for. He’ll be the first man to make me orgasm. Just the thought is nearly enough to send me over into pure bliss.
I want to cry from the torturous edging. My nipples are puckered up and hard. The gentle rubbing of my swimsuit and his grip on my hip are working together with the side of his dick now pressed up against the bottom of my pussy, putting just enough pressure on my clit to drag me closer and closer.
Another boat is coming from the other direction. I can already see the wake it’s creating, knowing that it’s going to rock ours and send another graze of his dick over my pussy lips. I clench my thighs together, half wishing it weren’t going tohappen and half unable to make myself move over so that the contact between us wasn’t so erotic.
Sam is tense beneath me. His fingers still have a death grip on my hip. He downs his margarita before placing the cup in the cupholder by the steering wheel. He uses his free hand to grip the other side of my hip. The other boat passes, sending its wake right toward us.
