Page 81 of The Heat of Us

A warm hand spread sunscreen — coconut scented, of course — down my bare chest. It seemed to take a meandering route, lightly caressing the contours of my stomach. Found the waistband of my swim shorts and ran a finger along it, like it was debating whether to dip beneath and discover just how hard my—

My eyes popped open.

“Hazel.” I grabbed her wrist. She squeaked, but bit her lip in a way that did nothing to alleviate the persistent throb in my cock. I deliberately moved her hand lower and lower until her breaths were coming out in small pants and her fingers had curled around my hard length.

“Something you need?” I murmured.

“Take your clothes off this time.” She gently explored me, caressing me from base to tip through my pants. “I want to feel you.”

The next moment, I had her pinned down on my bed, my cock pressing into her butt. I couldn’t remember if she had gone to sleep with pants on but she sure as fuck didn’t have any on now. It was only fair that I didn’t either. She moaned, arching desperately as she felt the heat of me bare along her skin.

“God, I want it,” she panted.

Rut. Knot. Claim.

I shook my head to clear the creeping haze at the edge of my vision. Couldn’t lose control. Still waiting on results. Pathology taking for-fucking-ever. I ripped her shirt off over her head and ran my hands down her back.

“No,” I said firmly.

I massaged her hips softly, my fingers slowly inching their way beneath her with each pass. Closer and closer to where she needed me. I could see her trying to present, squirming and twisting, attempting to manipulate my touch towards her core.

“Please, Ben.”

Her whimpers were absolute kryptonite for my alpha. Her scent bloomed between us. Bright. Playful. Like the sly suggestion to start sliding ice cubes over hot skin after one too many fruity, potent concoctions.

I finally slid one hand fully underneath her, tugging her panties to the side roughly. She gasped at the first touch of my fingers on her pussy. Needy, hot and soaked. I gently parted her, exploring her tight entrance before dragging her slick up to her swollen clit.

“Y-you have to fuck me with your fingers as well,” she begged, her hips rolling against my hand.

That did sound good. But also…

“I don’t have to do anything except tease this needy little cunt of yours for as long as I want to,” I told her. I let a little bit more of my weight sink down on top of her, right as I began circling her clit and kissing her neck. “Do you like this? Being trapped underneath your alpha while I play with your pretty pussy?”

Hazel opened her legs wider for me. “I love it and hate it,” she breathed.

“What do you hate about it?”

“That I can’t come when I want to.”

I rewarded her honesty by sliding a finger inside her and her hips bucked against me, the movement grinding against my cock. “And what do you love?” I prompted.

“Knowing I’m completely at your mercy.”

Fuck it all to hell.

Teasing went out the window. If she was at my mercy, then I was just as much at hers, because all I wanted was to see her fall apart for me. I fucked her with my fingers until she came screaming and pulsing around me, the air thick with sweet smell of her release.

It wasn’t enough. “Your results are clear, right?” I asked her urgently.

“W-what? Yes?”

“Good, so I can do this.”

Hazel turned her head just in time to see me sucking her slick off my fingers. Holy fuck. Nothing in my life had ever tasted this good. Lime and coconut tied together with the bloom of elderflower. The combination was so undeniably her — her sharp tongue, velvet sensuality and the softness she hid. It made me mindless, and it only took a few strokes of my cock in my fist before I was coming all over her back.

I was grateful I had the day off so I could take the time to lie lazily in bed with her after I’d cleaned both of us up. Legs tangled as we scrolled on our phones together.

My phone vibrated with an incoming text and I scoffed when I saw that it was from my mum.

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