I need to go slowly. I need to be gentle. Summer’s so soft and sweet that it’s just instinct to treat her tenderly.
She doesn’t seem to appreciate the instinct. She yanks me down, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Don’t hold back,” she says, her nails digging into me. Her eyes are beseeching. “Don’t.”
So I do as she says. I let go. I set up a punishing rhythm, thrusting into her fast and hard, keeping one hand braced on her shoulder so she doesn’t slide across the rug. I haven’t been inside a woman in five years. I never missed it. I never had time to. But I suppose a secret part of me ached for it, because the feeling that floods me as I take Summer is pure, utter relief. Summer gasps as I push into her.
Fraser laughs. “All right, mate. Don’t break the lass.”
“No, p-please—” Summer manages, her hands scrabbling at my chest as she tries to pull me deeper. “Faster.” She’s frantic for more. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are glazed. She’s grasping at me, panting like an animal. I roll my hips into her again and again, watching her soft tits bounce with every movement.
It’s too much. Too fast. The pressure is mounting inside me rapidly, until the urge to come is almost blinding. I force myself to pause, slowing until I’m just grinding against her, millimetres from where she needs it.
Summer goes feral. “Alec!” She grabs at me, her face crumpling in agony. “Alec, no, no, come on, I need—” I feel her fluttering around me.
I grasp her wrists and pin them over her head with one hand. “You need what, Summer?” I ask. My voice comes out silky.
She makes a crying noise, tipping her head back, baring her neck. “I needyou.I need to come. I need to come so bad. Oh my God…”
I tilt my head. That dark feeling is thumping through me again.
“Beg for it,” I tell her.
I’m a bad man.
Summer doesn’t resist at all. She melts for me like cream. “Please,” she gasps, bucking up her hips for some friction. “Please, Alec, don’t stop, I need to come… I want…Oh God— Please, please,I’ll do a-anything, I can’t s-stand it—” Her voice chokes off.
“Absolute sadist,” Fraser mutters. “Hey, try calling her ‘lass’. She loves it.”
I look down at the girl writhing below me. Big tears shudder in her eyes. She’s right on the brink.
I press a kiss to her cheek. “Sweet lass,” I tell her, ignoring Fraser’s guffaw. And then I thrust back into her, slamming in deep. Summer’s cry echoes off the rafters. Jesus. “If you make that sound again, I won’t stop.”
She thrashes, tears of relief spilling down her face. Her legs lock around me, trying to pull me in tighter. She’s so wet that every time I bottom out, the noise is filthy. She chokes out my name on repeat, her thighs trembling desperately as she rubs herself up against me.
It doesn’t take long to push her over the edge. In less than a minute, she falls apart in my hands. Her back arches, head falling back. I kiss her throat as she loses control. Her tight channel clutches at me, squeezing me like a vice, and I finally lose it. I bellow as pleasure bursts inside of me.
And then…nothing. Just black, warm bliss. For the first time in years, my brain is silent.
I empty myself into Summer, letting my face fall into the softness of her hair. Our cheeks press together, sticky with her tears of relief.
When I come back to my body, I’m on top of Summer, holding her tightly to me. She’s sighing under me, trying to catch her breath.
“Give her here,” a low voice says. I sit up and manage to draw out of her, my head spinning. Fraser gathers her in his arms. “There we go, baby,” he soothes, rocking her. “Aren’t you perfect? Jesus, Alec, that was like a porno. I’ve never seen you lose it like that.”
I sit back on my haunches, trying to catch my breath. My ears are ringing. Pleasure stronger than I’ve ever felt is flooding through every cell in my body.
Slowly, reality settles in around me.
I just had a foursome. My two best friends are on either side of me, stark naked. There’s a storm brewing outside, and a lamb sleeping on the other side of the room. I have a list of things to do tonight longer than my forearm.
And I forgot it all. Summer took all of that away. It was just…her.
Whoisthis girl? What is she doing to us?
Summer sighs, and I look over again. Fraser has her draped over his lap, his hand between her legs, his big fingers parting her shining pink lower lips. I watch as he tickles her sex gently, making her naked body writhe in his arms. “There we go,” he says quietly as she gasps, full breasts heaving. “There we go, baby. You can give me one more, I reckon. Let it all out.”
“F-Fraser—” she mumbles. “I c-can’t?—”
“Aye, you can. You’ve one more left in ye, I can feel it.” He nuzzles her.
