He smirks into my shoulder, and I want to curse him for being so smug, but I can’t find it in me to care right now. Instead, I channel the feeling of his fingers inside me as he fucks me slowly, my wetness pooling all over his hand.
“That feels so good,” I murmur as he begins to pick up the pace, touching me right where I’m sensitive and most pleasurable. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He grunts again and kisses me fiercely. “I’m not stopping until you’re coming all over my fingers.”
My lips quiver at his words. He pumps his fingers in and out of me quicker, my breathing becoming harsh and uneven. “JJ—” I moan, eyes falling shut for a second.
Everything inside me throbs, and I know if I’m not careful, I’m going to be falling over that finish line pretty soon. I don’t want it to be over. Hell, I want this to go on all afternoon.
JJ nudges his head into mine, our eyes colliding with force. My lips part as I stare back at him, his fingers moving perfectly and hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I’m shaking against his hold and whimpering even when I try not to.
He draws his face even closer, tracing the tip of his nose against my cheek and down my jaw. I bite onto my bottom lip as I feel myself get closer, everything pulsating with desire and need.
“JJ…” I warn him, digging my nails into his shoulder.
“Come on, Ivy,” he taunts. “Come for me. Let me hear those sweet moans again. God knows I’ve been dying to hear them.”
Tears swell in my eyes as he fucks me with his fingers, he doesn’t speed up, he doesn’t slow down. It’s the perfect tempo, pace, and rhythm. All of it together is a lethal combination.
One last pump and I buckle in his arms. My mouth widens and I release a loud groan full of curse words and JJ’s name in staggered exhales. He buries his face in my neck and smirks. “Ohh, that’s it,” he says gruffly as I ride out my high on his hand. “That’s my good girl. You like coming on my fingers, princess?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
A low scream escapes my throat as my entire world bursts around me.
After a few moments, I calm down from my earth-shattering orgasm, and JJ slows his hand. He plucks his fingers from my panties, and I shudder as he gently places me back down on the floor, my legs shaking.
We glance at each other. No doubt I look like a hot mess.
He raises his fingers, slick with my wetness and presses his index finger to my lips. I freeze when he smears it over my mouth, and I shake at the sensuality of it.
“Have a taste,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye.
My tongue shoots out and I lick my lips, tasting myself for the first time.
“Mmm.” His eyes flare before he pulls his hand back and slips his middle finger into his mouth and sucks. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
I stare back at him in shock, cheeks burning red.
His gaze twitches with delight and hunger, sending my stomach catapulting.
We stand staring at each other for a while, the heat in the room doesn’t evaporate—it increases. I should have known receiving an orgasm from him wouldn’t relieve the tension.
It’s only intensified it.
CHAPTER 31
JJ WOODFORD
The taste of Ivy resting on my tongue makes me unbelievably hard.
Thinking about the way she whimpered into my mouth and clutched onto my shoulders for support—it’s doing nothing for the current situation in my pants.
As we stand facing each other, catching our breaths, we both know we need to leave before we’re caught and people start asking questions.
“See you out there.” I give her one last smile before I exit the beach hut.
My cock begins to soften as I watch the boys group up again. Yep, there is no way I’m going to be hard in public, especially not around Finn.
