‘This thing ain’t a toy.’
‘What? This thing?’
She grips me through my shorts and I hiss, my whole body combusting as my eager cock leaps into her hold.
‘I think you’re being a little mean on Baby-Ax.’
Baby-Ax.Did she seriously just call my dickBaby-Ax?
‘What the fuck, Tay?’
‘I don’t think there’s anyfuckinggoing on here.’
She strokes me, steady, deliberate, and the heat rips through me.
‘And you weren’t complaining when you werefuckingmy mouth last night.’
I buck in her grasp, a grunt breaking through my chest. ‘Taylor.’
‘What is it, Ax? Can’t take a taste of your own medicine?’
‘I didn’t tease you in public.’
‘No, you just came down my throat and expected me to go to bed like a good little girl. But I’m not a good little girl. And last night… after you left… I was bad… very… very… bad.’
She’s working me harder with every word and my cock is loving it – balls aching, climax building, fucking loving it! I don’t see the ocean any more, or our unsuspecting audience. I see her on her bed, legs spread, fingers working her bare pussy.
‘Jesus H Christ!’
‘No, not Jesus –Baby-Ax,’ she murmurs, lips tickling my lobe. ‘And he isn’t complaining… in fact, I think he’s weeping for joy.’
She strokes her thumb over the fresh damp patch forming in my shorts, sweeping the sensitised head in the process, and my thighs tremble.
‘Quit it with the Baby-Ax!’ And fuck, did I really just shout that out to be heard over the water and the engine and… This isnotsexy. Though my dick begs to differ.
‘Why? Don’t you like it?’
‘Seriously, you need to stop.’
‘But I’m your Baby Girl, isn’t that right?’
Jesus. Yes, fuck yes.
‘Surely, I get to call him whatever I like.’
She’s stroking me faster and I can see Theo turning up ahead. They won’t see anything at this distance, not with the spray and the way the skis are moving through the water, but there’s no fucking way I’m losing it in my shorts.
No. Fucking. Way.
I catch her wrist, fold her arm across her other, and clamp both to my middle as I haul the jet ski into a hard turn.
‘What are you doing?’
‘We’re going back in.’
‘But you wanted to go out?—?’
‘I want a lot of things in life,’ I grumble, low enough she’ll never hear it over the water and the motor. ‘Doesn’t mean they’re good for me.’
