Page 55 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

When I’m with him, I feel like I’m the person he wants to be around the most.

“And what would that look like? Making the most of our time together?” I ask, drawn to the line we’re not supposed to cross like a bee drawn to honey.

Tyler glances around, only the light of the moon granting us the ability to see through the darkness surrounding us. “I’ll just show you.”

My eyes slide shut as he leans down to capture my lips. I wind my arms around his neck, my fingertips sliding along the back of his muscular shoulders.

Tyler pushes his hand under my flowy tank top, squeezing my breast through my bra. He twists his body, laying me down on the sand so that he can hover over me.

I reach for the waist of his shorts, but he stops me with a hand on my wrist.

“Not this time, sweetheart,” Tyler replies before moving down my body. “We’ve got time for a taste.”

My eyes widen as he undoes my jean shorts and tugs them down my legs. I quickly look around, making sure no one else is nearby.

All I see is darkness.

Tyler hooks his finger under my panties and tugs them to the side. His tongue drags over me the next second, the tip flicking across my clit.

My back surges off the sand, a shaky moan breaking from me. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my other sounds, my other hand gripping his hair.

Tyler wraps his arms around my thighs, anchoring me down as his tongue rolls over my clit. Again and again and again.

My breathing quickens, my cheeks heating up as the pleasure intensifies. He doesn’t tease me or take his time.

He wants me to fall apart in record time, and he’s already setting a good pace.

“Ty,” I breathe out as my hand drops from my mouth.

Tyler secures his lips around my clit and sucks.

“Oh…” I gasp, bliss radiating through me like electric waves.

Everything continues to build. The heat. The pressure. The pleasure.

I writhe under him as his tongue resumes its steady strokes, my fingers tightening in his hair. “So close.”

Tyler groans, the vibrations adding the friction I need to tumble over the edge.

I roll my hips uncontrollably, grinding against his mouth as my orgasm hits me in waves. The air abandons my lungs, leaving me breathless and shaky.

Tyler doesn’t stop until I shudder from overstimulation. His head lifts from between my thighs, lips glistening from my arousal.

I sit up and cup his face, crashing my lips against his. My tongue slides along his, tasting myself.

“You are so sexy,” he murmurs between heated kisses.

I press my forehead against his, catching my breath. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

The excitement on his face dims a little.

“On a beach,” I clarify. “I don’t regret it, Ty. But…”

“We should be more careful,” he says, his lips curling up. “I’ll remember that for next time.”

Next time.

I usually don’t like when people are cocky, but he somehow makes it hot. He’s so confident that he can get me to break again, and he’s probably not wrong.