Page 48 of Wicked Rush

Her eyes widened as he rose to his knees above her. As he moved backward, she went to protest. “Lars, no…stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Oh, no, no. You’re coming to me.”

“What?” she asked, as another loud burst splintered overhead. Her eyes went to the draping flickering lights for only a second, then his commanding voice drew her attention.

“Come to me.” His demanding stare, telling her he meant business, was slightly tempered by his mischievous smile.

“I, but they’ll…they’ll see me.” Braelynn looked to either side, noting that while some strangers watched the fireworks, many eyes were upon them. She glanced to Lars, who stroked his dick. The sight of his spectacular cock brought her focus back to the hunger that threatened to tear her apart.

“Now, Brae. Or would you like me to spank you instead?”

“What?” she asked, shocked he’d suggest punishing her publicly. Sure she’d enjoyed the occasional slap to her bottom but the serious expression on his face told her he wasn’t kidding.

“It’s pretty loud out here, but I think you heard me.” He leaned back onto his heels. “You asked for it. Come take it.”

Braelynn’s courage surged as he challenged her. He’d push her, yet she’d take everything he’d give and then some. Her desires weren’t as innocent as her past. Casting trepidation aside, Braelynn pushed up onto her knees. Crawling toward him like a dangerous animal, she stalked her prey.

With her peripheral vision, she noted the audience around them, her breath quickening. As she approached him on all fours, she detected eagerness in his eyes, the power shifting from her adventurer. His broad smile rewarded her efforts, and she paused to tease him.

Braelynn stretched her palms toward him, allowing her fingertips to brush his jeans. Her hair fell over her face, fanning over the ground. Sliding her hands slowly up his thighs, she flipped her mane away, revealing her face to him. Gone was his smile, the intensity in his stare devouring her as he let his cock spring free. He froze as her mouth grazed between his legs, warming the fabric. Her tongue darted upward onto the denim, and she bit through the thick material, gently teasing his balls.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

She pressed her face into him, skimming her cheek against his velvety steel shaft, dipping her lips to his pelvis. Kissing along his hip, she inhaled his masculine scent, and dragged her fingernails up his thighs, finally rolling her palms over her prize. Gripping his hard erection, she wasted no time, laving her tongue over its broad head. A feast before her, she lapped at its slit, delighting in the shiver she elicited from him.

Pressing the broad crown through her lips, she glided him inside her warm mouth, taking his entire length down her throat. Withdrawing him out of her mouth slowly, Braelynn heard Lars grunt in frustration, his fingers raking into her hair. She gave a small smile of satisfaction, reveling in the salty taste of him on her tongue. Sucking and licking, she moaned as he pumped into her, fucking her mouth.

Although she’d briefly had control, the tables turned quickly, her pussy aching for his cock. His hand wound around her locks, the tight pull creating a sweet sting to her scalp.

“Open to me, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that,” he said as she widened, swallowing him down to his root.

Lars yanked her skirt over her hips, allowing the cool air to blow over her heated core. His pace increased slightly, and Braelynn choked as his fingers trailed down the cleft of her ass. “Holy fuck, oh God.”

Obsessed with pleasuring him, she’d only given but a second to think about how she’d become exposed. People are watching me. Desperate, her hips rocked into his touch, yearning to have him buried inside her.

As he abruptly withdrew his dick from her mouth, she released a ragged breath, licking the saliva from her lips. Her head lolled forward, but she held her position, waiting as he tore off his jeans and donned a condom. She sensed him move behind her. Fingers brushed between her legs and she moaned, a firm slap to her ass focusing her attention.

“Ah, Lars. Jesus,” she cried, immersed in the sensations around her.

His head breached her entrance without warning, and she screamed as he slammed into her readied pussy. Biting her lip, she braced herself as he pounded into her. Firm hands wrapped around her breasts, bringing her upward with her back against his chest.

“Open your eyes, little fox,” he told her. “Here comes the grand finale.”

His fingers tightened around her nipple, while his other hand delved between her legs. As he brushed over her clit, Braelynn called his name, the fantastic convulsions of her release rolling through her once again. Bared to the world, she let go as if the only thing that had ever mattered in her life was his touch. She splintered under it, the illumination of the fireworks dancing on the waves.

Falling, falling, falling down the rabbit hole, her perspective blurred. She heaved a breath as he withdrew and eased her onto her back. As rough as he’d been, he’d swiftly changed gears.

“My beautiful girl.” Lars gently pressed his lips to hers.

She widened her legs as he settled between them. He rocked deep inside her heat, locking his eyes onto hers. Braelynn’s emotions flared in her chest, aware that when she left San Diego, she’d be forever heartbroken. She breathed in relief as he kissed her, closing her eyes to the pain that lingered in her heart. His strong lips made love to hers, and she thought she’d been pushed off a cliff. There was no returning from this moment; no one would ever compare to Lars Elliott.