I inwardly groaned, biting onto my bottom lip to stop the sound from leaving my lips as my hands splayed across her smooth-as-silk skin. My hands were tanned from riding my bike and being in the sun constantly, but her skin was pale like milk, and the contrast of my skin on hers was spectacular. Wanted to see more of it. Wanted to see her bare breasts leaning over me before pressing into my chest as she rode me. Her long legs straddling me, my hard cock plowing up into her tight pink snatch and getting lost in her folds.
My chest rose and fell as I worked the lotion over her skin, high up to her shoulders and across them and then down her tiny waist to the small rise of her ass. Wanted to go lower. Wanted to reach down beneath that material and plunge a thick finger inside her, thrusting into her until I felt her pussy tightening around me, soft moans leaving her mouth as she came. Instead, my hand hovered over her ass before I pulled back and sat on my haunches.
“You done already?” she hummed sleepily.
“Yep.”
“That was really good, you should be a masseuse,” she giggled. “Think you could do my legs?”
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck was she doing?
There was no way in hell she didn’t know the effect she was having on me.
I stared down at her, counting myself down from ten so I didn’t lose control completely and tear what little clothing she had on away before lowering myself over her and slamming myself home.
“Battle?”
“What?” I grunted.
“Are you okay?”
Was I okay? That was a motherfucking loaded question.
No, I was not okay. I’d never felt so out of control in my life, and a man like me had done and seen a lot of fucked-up things. I’d been out of control, I’d lost my shit a time or two, but right then I felt like I was at the end of a rainbow and I was about to fall over the edge of the earth.
Never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life. Never wanted to hear the cry of a woman as I brought her pleasure so much. Never wanted to watch a woman’s skin go pink as she came.
“Yeah,” I grunted again, and squirted some more lotion onto my hands.
“Good,” she said, her voice a whisper. “So?”
“So?” I countered, my skin feeling alert to everything.
“Can you do my legs?”
She was looking at me beneath those big sunglasses of hers, and before I could stop myself, I reached over and slid them down her nose and off her face. Wanted to see those eyes of hers. Wanted her to look into my eyes and see what she was doing to me. A man like me, rough, hard, uncaring, and yet completely at her motherfucking mercy.
I leaned forward on my knees and moved down her body before taking one of her long legs in my big hands and rubbing cream down her calf. I began to move higher, over the knee and up her thigh, stars dancing behind my eyes as precum leaked from the end of my dick.
I reached higher, the material of her dress grazing the top of her ass, and I had to wonder what she would do if I reached up then and took hold of that ass in my hand. Would she squirm and moan beneath my expert hands, or would she jerk away from me in shock?
I swallowed as my dick throbbed painfully in my jeans, begging for some form of release. I let go of her leg and moved on to the other one, hesitating at the top of her thigh again. Her skin glistened with sweat and lotion, her sweet scent like candy rising up to meet me, and she hummed on a sigh as I massaged the muscle of her thigh, rubbing the cream in and wishing it was my cum that I was smearing over her body, marking her and claiming her as my own.
Fuck.
I needed to get away from her.
Right the fuck then before I did something stupid and got myself, and her, killed.
I dropped her leg and she yelped as I stood back up suddenly and stepped away from her.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Quinn,” I said, practically stumbling backwards from her.
She grabbed at her dress, pulling it to cover herself as she got to her knees, not quite quick enough for me not to see her nipples as hard as diamonds and her chest rising and falling as she panted.
“Fuck,” I grunted out again.
