“I think you should carry lube with you everywhere,” I call after him.
“Will do.”
I’m practically humping the sand beneath the towel by thetime he gets back. All in anticipation of my husband. “Come all over me,” I demand.
“All right,” Oscar says.
Ifwe had roles of dom and sub in our relationship, I would be the sub in the sense that I like what he does and let him take control. I think it’s primarily because I’m rarely in the same position twice. It’s like a countdown calendar where you get a new surprise every day for the month of December in the lead up to Christmas. It’s the same thing, a thrilling treat every time I tell him to surprise me.
I’m surprised this time when he lies on his back and pulls me on top of him. “Keep your legs together,” he tells me then pushes his dick between my thighs. I can feel it break through the other end, rubbing against the bottom of my ass cheeks.
My cock gets squished between us as he shoves up hard. His dick feels like a rod covered in flesh—stiff. Unforgiving. Erotic as fuck.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, right? I mean, this position is primarily Oscar getting stimulation.
Yet I don’t find that true at all. He pulls out, and his mushroom tip rubs roughly against my balls. It jabs against my taint, pressing harshly into my sensitive skin as he slides through, then his head teases my crack as it comes out the other side.
Teases is definitely the most accurate word for this. Every thrust is a tease. Everywhere his cock touches just isn’t enough. It drives me insane, wilder with each stroke.
His hands grab onto my ass like a handle, bracing me for each hard jerk of his hips. They’re slow at first, making sure I feel his hard tip against me right up until he’s practically at my ass crack. Then he shoves through, his body slapping against mine. My dick getting the brunt of the clap.
It’s definitely stimulating. More and more, I writhe on top of him, gasping with each hard rub against my balls. With eachslap of his body against my cock. Each and every fucking tease of my crack that never comes close to my hole.
My fingers dig into his hair as Oscar sucks on my neck, right in that sensitive spot that makes my entire body vibrate.
“You going to come for me, Alka?” he murmurs in a voice that’s pure sex. “Just like this, love. Come for me.”
Sometimes, I like to pretend I can resist him. Sometimes, I lie to myself and think I can prove him wrong, that everything he doeswon’tget me off.
We both know that’s a lie. I nod desperately as he continues to dry fuck me. My body burns. I feel so damn frantic for release that my fingertips tingle. It’s coming.
“It’s coming,” I repeat out loud. Maybe in a fraught plea that he does not stop. He has to keep going so I can come. I’m going to explode if he stops. I’m going to sob. I’m going to?—
My orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I swear I can hear the way it hits the shore as I moan through it. It takes several wild heart beats before it ebbs back again, and my husband slows his thrusting.
I’m about to demand that he hold up his promise and cover me with his cum when I feel how sticky the back of my thighs and ass are. He already did.
My body collapses on top of him, my muscles wrung out.
“That didn’t take the whole afternoon,” Oscar teases. “So I’m going to ask you again—what do you want to do this afternoon?”
I bite his shoulder, making him laugh. For all I care, we can stay just like this. There’s no better way to spend the day, anyway.
CHAPTER 4
ROUX
Ilook around the room one last time. I’m actually really sad to leave it. This is one of the nicest rooms I’ve ever stayed in. I’m going to miss the balcony and the ocean and… knowing everyone on the yacht.
We might not be friends, but they’re all friendly. There’s familiarity here. I recognize most of the guys from last summer with a few new exceptions. There’s a lot of comfort in knowing all the people around you.
“It’s going to be great,” I remind myself. I’m honestly not sure if this is me trying to convince myself or if somewhere deep inside me, I believe that.
“It’s just like going to college,” I tell the empty room. “I don’t know anyone to begin with, but I’ll make friends.”
I try not to snort in derision. How many friends have I made over the last two years? Between the two schools, I should at least have a couple, right?
Nope. I know for a fact Trevor is to blame for my lack of friends at Marley Coast. I can still hear him saying,Okay, if spending time with your friends is more important than spending time with me.Or the more subtle,I guess I’ll see you when you have time.
