Page 48 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“You relaxed yet?” I tease, moving myself in between her thighs.

“Close,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, still leaning back as she raises her hips, drawing me in. Her breasts bob at the surface, wet and covered in tiny bubbles.

God, there’s something about the way she’s only half-visible that’s driving meabsolutelycrazy.

I do it again, brushing my fingers along her, just to get that tremor again, just to watch her body move with pure reaction. I do it again and again, a little harder each time until I’m flat-out rubbing her, Larkin’s body moving and bucking against me.

I take her right up to the edge, until her eyes roll back into her head and she’s clawing at my shoulder so hard she’s probably going to leave marks, and I stop.

Larkin’s panting for breath, her chest heaving.

“Tease,” she whispers.

I pull her through the hot water until she’s on my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center up against my aching cock. I take both her nipples between my fingers, slippery and wet, and I roll them until she moans again.

“I like how you fuck me when you’re frustrated,” I growl into her ear and take her by the hips. She’s buoyant enough that I can move her against me, rubbing her clit along my length. Larkin arches her back, her hands now on my knees, bubbles still clinging to her breasts.

It’s beautiful. It’s so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it. I pick her up and slide her onto my cock as she moans, and I gasp at the feeling of entering her, of her pussy stretching around me. She’s tight as hell and absolutely fucking perfect, and even though it’s not the first time I’ve taken her or even the tenth, the first stroke is always perfection.

Besides, as much as I like sharing her, I also like getting her all to myself, like she is right now. Her breath is already coming in ragged gasps as she slowly bobs up and down on my cock, her hands on my knees. I can feel every inch of her this way — no distractions. Nothing else for either of us to focus on except our bodies moving together, the water sloshing around us.

Larkin moans. I lean forward, take her head in my hand, kiss her deeply. Her pussy tightens around me, clenching, and I grab her hips in my other hand and push her down until she moans into my mouth, taking me deep.

“That’s right,” I tell her, my voice now in her ear. “Moan for me, Lark. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

She arches her back, thrusts down, and I slide into her hard and fast, growling as her breasts bounce in front of my face, wet and soapy. I want to stop again, want to tease her more, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

Larkin bounces harder, faster, the water from the tub splashing onto the floor, but neither of us cares. I love watching her fuck me like this, listening to her gasp and moan as she pleasures herself on my cock.

She has her own rhythm: fast and hard, then suddenly slow, letting me hit her pleasure spots one by one until she speeds up again, still trying to scratch that itch. I grit my teeth together, determined not to come.

Not yet, anyway. I’ve still got something else planned for her, something I’ve been working up to for a long time.

Suddenly she slows again, grabs my shoulder, looks at me with eyes heavy and half-lidded as she squirms on my lap. I drive myself deep and her breath hitches, her eyes closing.

“Cash,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck, Cash, I’m coming.”

The words are barely out of her mouth before she clenches around my cock in wave after wave. I fuck her slowly, suddenly in control, as Larkin rides me fast and then slow, her whole body trembling.

When it’s over, she kisses me and our wet, soapy bodies rub together. Her nipples are still hard as diamonds against my chest, so I grab them, slide my palms over their pebbled surfaces.

After a moment, she shifts on me, my still-hard cock stirring inside her. Larkin raises one eyebrow, but I just grin.

“We’re not done yet,” I tell her.

Chapter Eighteen

Larkin

He’s still hard.How the hell is he still hard? Should I feel bad that he’s still hard and I just came my brains out?

Though from Cash’s wild, feral grin, I don’t thinkhefeels bad about it. Actually, I think he’s pretty pleased with himself at the moment.

He lifts me off him, pulling out. Suddenly we’re both standing in the Jacuzzi, the water and bubbles around our thighs and he kisses me again, his erection pressing against my lower belly. I grab it with one hand out of habit, stroking him.

Already, I’m wet again, still ready for whatever’s next.

“Bend over,” he growls, already spinning me.

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