“Ride me, little mate,” he commanded.
My body, already primed and aching for release, needed no further instruction. I bounced up and down on his cock slowly, enjoying every thick, hard inch that I took.
The angle was delicious, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I set a steady rhythm, chasing the release that was already building inside me.
Griff’s gaze was fixed on us, on the way Elias’s cock disappeared into me, on the way my body responded to the pleasure. Our eyes met and his own desire was a palpable thing, a dark, hungry heat that only fueled my own.
Elias held my hips tight, guiding me up and down on his cock. Then his palm connected with my ass again.
It stung.
“Ride me harder,” he commanded. “Take all of me. Show me how much you need this unless you want me to search this boat and find something to really paddle your naughty little ass with.”
I cried out as the sting of the slap mingled with the pleasure of his cock filling me. My hips bucked wildly, my movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, little mate?” he growled, landing another slap on my other cheek. “So close to coming all over my cock.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. “Please, Elias… Please don’t paddle me. I’ll be a good girl. Please let me come!”
He spanked me again, harder this time. “You’ll come when I say you can come, and not a moment before.”
A frustrated sob escaped my throat, my body a taut bowstring of need. I was so tantalizingly close, but the release I craved remained just out of reach.
“Pleeeease,” I begged desperately. “I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
“Anything?” he taunted, his hips bucking up to meet my downward thrust, driving himself even deeper.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Then come for me, little mate. Come all over my cock. Now!” His final command was punctuated with a volley of sharp cracks to my tender ass that pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came. A blinding, white-hot pleasure ripped through me. My inner walls clamped around him, milking his cock and demanding everything he had to give. When his knot finally locked us together, my entire body went rigid with blissful satisfaction, pulse after steaming hot pulse surging through me and driving me wild.
Elias’s control finally snapped. With a guttural roar, he drove up into me and I felt the hot rush of his seed filling me, the intimate warmth of it triggering another, smaller wave of pleasure that rippled through my already spent body.
When it was over, I snuggled against him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, my body limp and pliant.
Griff’s deep, appreciative chuckle broke the silence. “Well, that was a sight to behold.”
Elias’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, one hand stroking my hair in a soothing rhythm, his cock softening inside me. “She was a very good girl after getting her bare ass spanked, wasn’t she?” he murmured, a lazy, satisfied grin in his voice.
I wanted to make a witty retort, but all I managed was a weak, muffled sound against his chest. The bourbon and the intense orgasm had left me feeling numb, and my thoughts were a sluggish, hazy, contented fog. All I could manage to do was wrap my arms around his neck and curl up against him.
“Alright, you two lovebirds,” Griff said, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “Break it up. We’re approachingthe coast.”
I stirred, lifting my head, my vision slightly blurry. There was a dark, jagged line on the horizon.
We’d reached land.
The reality of our situation crashed down on me, chasing away the warm, happy buzz of my orgasm. We were here. We were in England. The real fight was about to begin.
CHAPTER 18
Griff
Watching Tamsin ride Elias’s cock was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Now, though, with the reality of our imminent arrival settling in, the heat in my blood cooled, replaced by a familiar, grim focus. The sun was setting on the horizon, and it would be dark soon, which is how we wanted to approach England because we didn’t want any more eyes on us than necessary.
I kept my hands steady on the wheel as Elias helped a shaky, beautifully disheveled Tamsin into her clothing once again. Her movements were slow, her limbs a bit loose. When she was finally dressed, she came to stand beside me, her gaze fixed on the approaching coastline. The wind whipped her dark hair across her face, and she tucked it behind her ear,her expression once again that of the leader I’d followed through hell and back.
“Status,” she said, her voice a little hoarse but steady.
