He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he just cups the side of my face and leans in, his lips grazing mine lightly. “Okay,” he says, his voice soft. “I don’t care who else you want, as long as you want me.”
I reach for him and drag his mouth to mine, grabbing his lower lip with my teeth. He groans into me, slipping his fingers through my hair and tilting my head so he can kiss me deeper.
I open for him and let him in, letting him take what he wants. The railing digs into my lower back, but I barely notice it. All I can feel is his tongue, his teeth, and the way his hands slide from my neck to my waist, then lower, cupping my ass and pulling me flush against him.
His cock digs into my stomach, and I grind against it, moaning into his mouth as he drags his tongue along my lower lip. I pull away from him, just as his fingers slide into my bikini bottoms.
I gasp as his fingers brush my clit. “Beck, someone could see.”
He glances around at the empty deck and then dips his fingers lower, dragging them through my soaked slit. “The risk makes it more fun.”
I laugh, but it dissolves into a gasp as he slips his hand inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Beck,” I breathe out.
I slide my hands up his chest, my nails scraping gently over his abs, and he growls into my mouth.
“I need more,” he pants, slipping his hand from my bikini bottoms.
In one smooth motion, he lifts me up and carries me to a lounger and lays me down. His fingers hook into my bottoms and pull them down.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Beck says as he situates himself between my legs. He leans over me, running his tongue around my belly button.
And I can’t help but giggle. “What are you doing?”
“Worshipping every fucking inch of you,” he murmurs, kissing his way downward. He picks up his pace and then grabs the inside of my thighs, pushing them further open.
And then he runs his tongue across my pussy, leaving me trembling.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs into me, burying his face, as I slide my fingers through his hair and hold him in place.
“Oh god, Beck,” I moan as his tongue flits across my clit. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls into me, lapping up every ounce of me.
I cling to him as my hips start to move, grinding against his face. My orgasm comes almost instantly, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my thighs tense around his head and I ride the high.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he growls, as I pulse around his tongue, my cries breaking through the silent evening air. “I love it when you come on my face.”
I let out a light whimper as I start to come back down. “I need you inside me,” I choke out as he plants one final kiss on my pussy and lifts himself up.
“Maybe you should say please,” he teases, but his hands are already on my hips, yanking me forward as he adjusts himself, stripping his swim trunks off in a swift motion.
“Please,” I beg him, grabbing at his hips and drawing him closer.
His cock is thick and ready, and he leans in, brushing my entrance. He lines up and pushes in, slow at first, letting me feel every inch. The stretch is perfect, and I tip my head back, hardly able to catch my breath at the sensitivity after my orgasm.
“You feel so good, Beck,” I pant, as he thrusts into me.
“Not as good as you feel,” he grunts in response. He snaps his hips, hitting my G-spot over and over, and I dig my nails into his back, the pleasure greater than the fear of ruining my life.
And this is why I can’t tell any of them no.
Chapter 24
Beck
Ireally just came to tell her she’s not getting fired.
And now my dick is fully immersed in the hottest woman on the planet.
