Page 24 of Never Yours

Ingrid takes off my hat and puts it on. “You have the backward baseball cap thing down.”

Oh, my sweet, naive Ingrid. You have no idea.

“Is that a thing?” I shrug. “I guess I didn’t get to that part of the book.”

I’m so full of shit. There is no specific scene I’m referring to. I haven’t read anything on her ereader, but my sister has forced me to read a few romance books, insisting it would help me find the perfect girl when I came back home. I had already found the perfect girl and lost her, but this time I’m going to keep her. Based on the blush creeping up Ingrid’s neck, I’m starting one of the books she’s read as soon as we get home.

I look out onto the water to make sure we’re still alone, then I sit in one of the chase seats. Leaning in, she stays a breath away from my lips, taunting me to make a move. She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck, pulling me close enough that our lips barely brush, but I don’t give in.

“Please.” The moment her whispered beg passes her lips, I officially lose the upper hand, incapable of denying her. I need to touch her, taste her, claim her—desperate to hear her scream my name as I take her over the edge.

I slide my hands up her smooth thighs, gripping where they meet her hips. “How is it that all it takes is a ‘please,’ and I’m at your mercy?”

Ingrid wastes no time unfastening my pants, and I pull them down to my knees. Grinding her wet pussy against my length, I hiss as she whispers beside my ear, “As much as it was fun tying your hands, I think I prefer it the other way around.”

I remove my hat from her head and toss it aside, letting her newly-dyed hair curtain our faces as it blows in the wind. I glide my hand in it and pull her back enough to drink her in; I want to memorize every inch of her.

A brief moment of stillness passes between us, but in an instant, her lips crash into mine, knocking me back into the chase. I’ve had her sweet kisses, this is something else entirely. It’s frenzied, messy, as if she can’t get close enough, needing me as much as I need her. Reaching between us, I slip my cock inside her, and she exhales a sigh of wanting against my lips. I don’t let her ride me; instead, I rock her hips against me, remaining deep inside her.

When she tries to pull off, I kiss her jaw and trail my lips down to her neck. “Let go, I’ll take care of you.”

Listening beautifully, she hands over control, allowing me to properly worship her. My hands move to her perfectly round ass, gently kneading as I continue at the same pace. This beautiful goddess on top of me will be the last woman I ever touch, the last I’ll love. She’s it for me. I’m lost in the moment of adoration, when she lifts up and slams back down onto my cock, pulling me back to reality.

“I thought I told you to let me take care of you.” It comes out as a growl, but she chuckles in response. “You think that’s funny?” I graze my teeth against the spot I marked her and her soft laugh quickly becomes a moan. “Tell me what you need.”

When she doesn’t reply, I catalog my options. Being on the boat, there aren’t many. She needs more, but I’m afraid of taking it too far. I can slide down the seat and have her ride my face, or let her continue… and risk coming inside her. After her confession this morning, we need to be safe.

I thrust up, pulling her completely onto me, and hold her there. “I don’t have condoms.”

“I’m on the shot. But if you want to stop…”

“I told you before to use me to come. You don’t stop until you’ve made a mess all over my cock.” I take a fistful of her hair, twisting it around my hand, and guide her lips to mine, and she gives as much as she takes. I thought she wanted sweet and sensual. I was wrong, my girl wants it fast and rough.

So much for taking things slowly…

Ingrid’s lips never leave mine as she chases her orgasm. While it feels good, something isn’t right—it isn’t like this morning. Her pussy tightens, and just as I think she’s close, she stops with my cock buried inside her.

“What’s wrong?”

Her breath broken, she manages, “We can’t do this.”

“Hey,” I say softly, taking her face in my hands and assuring her, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.”

“No.” She shakes her head, placing a hand over mine and kissing my palm. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to use you.”

I’ve been perpetually hard since the moment she came into town. The playing and teasing is going to have my cock revolting, even if it’s my own fault. At least if she came, I could forgive myself for our first time and the missed years I should’ve had with her. My cock can forgive me when she’s finally mine.

“Cay, I have to be honest with you.” Oh no. “I never had an orgasm with anyone until you… this morning.”

“What? No. There’s no way. You’re full of shit.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I come by myself all the time. But I can’t use you to get off; you're not one of my toys. You’re… you’re you. Using you feels wrong,” she sighs. “I can’t lose you… I mean, use you.”

My heart nearly leaps out of my chest at her admission. “Then don’t. Let me love you the way I should have when we were younger. We can create a ridiculous list of things you want to do, in and out of bed, before I leave. But even when I do have to go”—I tuck her wind-swept hair behind her ear—“I’m always going to be yours.”

“Can we do the thing I roll my eyes at in books?”

“What’s that?” I laugh.

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