Page 76 of Pucking Revenge

Brooks grasps my chin and turns my face so he’s all I can see. “Eyes on me, Sar.”

I smile. “What else shall I put on you?”

He slides his hand down to my hip, then both make their way to my ass. He caresses my skin with his thumbs, and I wiggle against him in response.

Damn. He’s so fucking hard beneath me.

I’m dying for the moment he finally lets me see what’s beneath these board shorts.

“Thinking we should try something different tonight.” He nuzzles my ear, then ghosts his lips over the sensitive skin just below it. “You want to ride me until you come, crazy girl?”

I laugh at the nickname he uses sparingly. Almost like it slips out when he’s not scheming. When he’s not faking. When it’s only about us. And I kind of love that.

Heat pools low in my belly as I splay my hands against his hard chest and get to work exploring. “Fuck, your muscles are insane.” The ridges have their own peaks and valleys. He’s a masterpiece. Cut from stone.

Brooks curls forward and drops an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone, then he moves to my neck, dipping his tongue in the hollow of my throat.

I arch back, giving him access to explore my body and discover other places to lick. The move forces me to grind against his hard dick, and bolts of electricity streak through me. Desperate for another hit, I roll my hips over him again and again.

“I’m so wet.” I try to keep the words between us, but I’m quickly losing control of myself.

With a grunt, he grasps my hips and pushes down, then works me over him so I feel every blessed inch of him.

“One day you’re going to let me slide inside you.” It’s not a question. We both know it will soon be a reality.

“God, I wish you would now. I’m dying to taste your cock.”

He silences me with an aggressive kiss. Warm water sloshes around us, leaving us both slippery as we find the perfect rhythm. His fingers grip my hips so tightly I’ll have beautiful bruises tomorrow.

I claw at his chest, unable to get enough of him.

Of the feeling of him beneath my fingers.

Of the way he tastes.

Of the grunts that slip from his throat every time I glide along his cock.

Panting, I arch back and take him in, dazed and so close and yet not anywhere near where I want to be.

I’m lost in the moment, but not so far gone that I don’t feel the presence looming beside us.

In my periphery, Seb stands over the hot tub. I don’t pay him any mind. I’m too busy riding Brooks like I’m at Six Flags.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Brooks’s gruff voice startles me, disturbing my rhythm.

Seb doesn’t fight him. With a huff, he stalks off.

The moment the door shuts behind him, Brooks is dragging me up onto the edge. “Fuck, I need you.”

The sting of the cold air barely registers. I’m too lost in the feel of Brooks as he slides his palms up my thighs and forces my legs apart.

“Can I taste you, Sar? Bet you made a mess all over this suit.”

“Please,” I beg, shamelessly pulling my bathing suit bottoms to the side.

He nuzzles against me, dragging his lips against my swollen sex. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Tongue, Brooks. I need your tongue.”

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