“Didn’t want to run, and I had to call Sammie. She left me a voicemail this morning about some of the talent she’d found for Eden’s soirée we’re planning for next month. And then after that, I took a shower.”
“I had some ideas about the little soirée,” she says, lifting herself up on her elbows.
“I’d love to hear them.” Over the last couple of weeks, she’s taken to her role of part owner. She’s finding her place and shedding all the doubts that held her back. I love to watch her grow in all aspects of her life. She’s almost unrecognizable from the girl that walked into Vixen months ago. No. That girl was reserved, shy, broken. She had some fight in her, but it was all directed at external forces. That jackass who laid hands on her still causes my skin to simmer. I hadn’t seen him at the club again, and it’s for the best. If he tried to come back, I’d shove him up against a wall and beat him until he was unconscious. My hands clamp tighter on the chair rails as I focus on Everlee, letting the anger seep out of me.
For her.
For her, I’d do anything. Give anything. She's wound herself around my heart and has a vise grip on it. The broken girl before has turned into someone who is bold, confident, and not scared of taking risks. She has her moments still when self-doubt creeps in, but that’s why we’re here. We push it out, allowing the hole it left inside of her to fill in and harden.
She continues our conversation, pulling me back from my thoughts. “We can talk when we get back home. I’m in vacation mode right now.”
“Trust me. I can tell.” My eyes rake across her naked body and my cock twitches.
She smiles then lays back down and I watch her. I fucking watch her like the love sick creeper I am. Only I’m not a creeper. I’m hers and I’m giving her exactly what she wants.
Her calves rub back and forth as her thighs clench.
A stuttered breath slowly blows out of my chest as my cock hardens and throbs, pushing to get out of my pants, but I don’t move. Her left eye twitches a little and I can tell she opened it to look at me. To see if I’m watching her.
Her hand drags up her body as the tips of her fingers circle around her breast.
“Everlee,” I growl out a warning.
“What?” She doesn’t open her eyes, but the smirk on her face gives away her intentions.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tanning.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.” Her hand travels down her stomach as her legs open wider, exposing her glistening pussy. She’s so wet I can see it from here.
Fuck.
My pulse is thumping hard in my chest, and my cock is screaming out, needing release.
Desire cuts through me like a knife, but I restrain myself from tearing across the deck and shoving my cock in her needy little cunt. No. She wants me to watch, and that’s what I’ll do. But as soon as she even hints at wanting my cock to ravage her, it’s gloves off. I slide my pants off and resume my place back in the seat, fisting my throbbing cock in my hand and swiping the bead of arousal down my shaft. Slow and steady.
Her finger dips inside of her, causing her head to press into the chair and her peaked nipples to jut into the sky. My mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping around her, my tongue flicking her nipples, before my teeth clamp down and suck her in.
Slow and steady.
Her fingers move with precision, as she drags them out, coated in her wetness as she rubs them over her clit.
She moans out and I wait for my name to dance on her lips, but they don’t. Not yet, anyway. She’s teasing me and I love it.
Her wanting gaze locks on me as she continues to rub her clit, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. She is all kinds of sex wrapped up in a fucking bow for me. I want to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to feel her pulsing around it as she comes. I want to feel her breasts rubbing along my chest as she moans in my ear.
Fuck.
I want it all.
My hand is flying over my cock as I lose control. Shit! I need to stop before I come.
One more pump, then I release and grab the fucking arms on the chair like they are my lifeline. Like I’m on a rollercoaster and hanging on for dear life. My ass is still pulsing, thrusting my cock into the air like a male dog who’s been fixed, humping the air, searching for a place to put his cock.
She watches me, her fingers stilling. The air between us changing. She stands up and walks over to me, her breast eager for my lips.
