He slips one hand from underneath me to slip his middle finger into my mouth. I roll my tongue around it and then suck as he pulls it out. He drags his hand between my breasts and over my stomach. My eyes close, my head pressing against the headboard when his finger slips through my aching center and then thankfully plunges it inside of me as his mouth finds me again.
He sets a blissfully slow pace with his hand and his tongue. It’s not nearly enough. With a hand in his hair, I greedily grind against him, encouraging him to go faster. To give me more. When he inserts a second finger, I moan and my eyes lazily open to find him enthralled with the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of my body as though it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. Then his attention shifts to the spot that will send me over the edge.
“Such a sweet pussy.” His tongue teasingly trails ever so slowly around the one place he knows I want him to lick. His breath tickles my skin as he speaks. “So fucking sweet.”
Finally, he gently flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue once... twice... and then the third time his eyes flash up to mine and he devours me while his hand works at a steady pace. I grab him by the hair to ensure he doesn’t move a centimeter from where he is. I’m ready to combust with the combination of his fingers rubbing my G-spot, the masterful strokes of his tongue and the intense way he’s watching me.
“Oh my God, Owen,” I pant. My head falls back as I ride the wave of ecstasy washing over me. “That’s it. Right there. Right... there ... don’t stop.” Not that I need to tell him. He feels thechange in my body that he knows so well. Feels me tightening around his fingers. Feels the way I pulse for him.
He's relentless as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes into me, intensifying until my body stiffens for a moment before relaxing, but Owen continues. With a hand on each of my thighs, he keeps them spread as he laps up the mess he’s made of me.
I tug on his hair. “More. I need more of you.” And I do. I want every bit of him he’ll give me while we’re tucked away in this villa.
His intense blue gaze softens at my declaration. “Your wish is my command,” he says.
My insides flutter, and I squeal when he pulls me down so my head hits the pillow. He shifts, kissing and licking his way over my pelvic bone and up my stomach until he’s nibbling on my nipple.
Other than meals with my family, the next forty-eight hours is spent naked in Villa Forty-Four.
Chapter Eighteen
Owen
“That’s it, Jake,” I shout across the field. “Just like that. Do you feel the difference?”
“Yes, Coach,” our star tight end confirms after trying a new technique to get him off the line quicker.
Football season is in full swing, and as the offensive line coach for the high school, a kid with Jake’s talent and work ethic makes my job easy. And to be honest, I need all the help I can get.
Keeping my focus is nearly impossible. Daisy’s visit with Mark in L.A. this past weekend has consumed nearly every thought in my head. I know what theirvisitsentail. It’s all I can do not to vomit on the new high school turf every time my mind projects images of the two of them having sex. Or her perfect pink lips around his tiny dick. But the worst image is the one with his head between her legs. I know how sweet she tastes, and the thought of another man tasting her sends me into a blind rage I’m barely keeping at bay.
I check my watch for the hundredth time, relieved to see there are only four minutes left of practice. Time to call the boys in for a chat, meet with the coaching staff, and then race out of here.
Everything goes according to plan until I find Jake waiting next to my Jeep, head down, his attention fixed on his phone. He doesn’t notice me until I’m two feet in front of him.
“Hey, Coach. You got a second?”
“Always.”
“Do you think Mr. McKinnon needs any help at the store or on the ranch?”
“Everything okay?”
“Um, well, Dad got laid off from the mill, and I was thinking I could work after practice and on weekends to help out.”
Well shit.
This kid already works his butt off with school, sports, his other school extracurriculars, and caring for his younger siblings. It’s his junior year, which is typically the hardest as kids begin preparations for college applications at the beginning of senior year. But I also get that in a small town there isn’t a plethora of full-time jobs available when an employer like the mill has layoffs. It could be a while before his dad is back to work.
“I’d be happy to talk to Callen. As long as you think you can add this to your plate without your grades slipping?”
He looks away, kicking an imaginary rock. “I’ll figure it out.”
This poor kid has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I know you wanna help your family, but I want to be sure you’ll take care of yourself, too. You have a lot going on and you’re excelling in school. You’ve got so much to be proud of and as admirable as working for your family is, I don’t want you to burn out at the ripe old age of sixteen.”
“I’ll be seventeen in two months.”
