“Why did you stop?” she asks, standing in front of me.
I lean forward in the seat, my mouth inches from her delicious pussy. Her breath catches as she watches me, eager to feel my tongue licking up her arousal. But I don’t.
She steps a half step closer, her leg rubbing along the inside of mine.
“Can I help you with something?” I try to sound as apathetic as possible, knowing that we’re in an intense game of sexual tango. Who can make the other break first?
“No.” Her eyes glance at the beach.
She’s looking for her mom. I know she wants to sit down on my cock and have me claim her, but I won’t. Not until she’s asking. Begging for it.
Her hands glide through my hair before she latches in and jerks my neck back, so I’m looking up at her. She watches me, her eyes twinkling with mischief as a smile spreads across her face.
“Do you want to taste my pussy?”
“Do you want me to?”
Her eyes thin to narrow slits. She steps closer and climbs into the chair, placing her knees on either side of my thighs and slowly starts to lower herself so that her needy little cunt is right above my cock. I can feel whispers of her arousal touching the head, but she doesn’t sink down and it would be so easy to push up inside of her right now and claim her.
“Do you want to fuck me, Callum?”
I smile at her. “Do you want me to fuck you, Everlee?” My hands glide up and down her spine, causing goosebumps to spread and her nipples to grow even harder if that were possible. My will is beginning to wane.
She thrusts her hips forward and lowers, so my cock slides along her backside and my pulse stutters. She’s good, so fucking good.
Her forearms drape on my shoulders as she leans in, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her cheek brushes along mine. “This puts us in a very odd predicament. What will happen if everyone comes home right now?”
“Well, I guess you would have some explaining to do with your mom.”
She lets out a low hum, the words breezing by her like the warm wind blows across the deck. Her lips kiss along my neck for a brief moment before she sits up and looks at my cock, rubbing between her ass cheeks, yearning for friction.
Hell, I’m fairly certain I could explode up her back if she does that just a few more times.
“You are so beautiful,” she says, running her hands over my tattoos. There’s a lot of them, each of them with their own story. Like the one she’s rubbing her fingers over now. “What’s this one mean?” She cocks her head to the side. “If you want to share… I know they can be personal.”
I brush her hair behind her ears and cup her cheeks. “Everlee. All I have is yours. My heart, my home, my body. I will share any and everything with you.” I kiss her collarbone and she arches, so eager to feel my mouth on her breast and I’m reminded of this little game we have going on. She does this and I pick up on them every single time. Usually it’s the breaking eye contact first. She did it the first night I saw her at Vixen.
Intoxicating.
“That’s a shield. It was one of my first tattoos. I got it to symbolize protection. Protection for my brother and I.”
“Why is it over your heart? I am sure there’s a meaning to that.”
I smile. “Yes. It was to protect our hearts from ever loving anyone again, so we didn’t get hurt. But I guess I should get another layer on top of it with a crack in the shield because you’ve torn down all our walls. All of our protection. We are bare to you. Exposed.”
She leans over and kisses my tattoo and again her ass rubs along my cock and a puff of air escapes and with it, all that was left of my willpower.
I grab her cheeks and lift her head, crashing my lips to hers. The kiss is strong. Powerful. Like two waves crashing into one another, each trying to consume the other. Our hands wildly rove over one another, searching. Feeling. Needing.
She pushes up on her knees and my cock swings back towards my chest and she lines herself over it, but pauses. A low chuckle reverberates in my chest.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask.
She looks at me, that devilish grin on her face. “Do you want to fuck me?”
My, how the tides have turned.
“Very fucking much.” I grip her hips and slam her onto my cock, and nearly explode inside of her after one thrust. “Oh my God Everlee. You feel so fucking good.” Her pussy is already quivering. She presses up and I slam back into her again. “I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”
