Page 49 of The Winning Ticket

“Still up for this?” he asks, sliding back into the water and leaving the packet on the side.

I climb back into his lap and begin grinding once again, capturing his lips with mine. “Does this answer your question, Jake?” I mutter against his lips.

“Fuck yes,” he rasps out, latching onto my breast once again, and I let my head fall back with a soft moan.

His hands move to my hips, pulling the string that holds the sides of my bikini bottoms together. He pulls the material out and lets it float away on the water while he begins circling his finger around my clit, adding pressure while he starts to rub the bundle of nerves. I stop rocking, panting heavily while I arch against him. Slowly, his finger moves down, and I gasp when he pushes his way into my entrance before adding a second and beginning to pump in and out slowly. His thumb moves back to my clit and applies pressure there, his mouth continuing to move from one nipple to the other.

“Jake, I’m coming,” I whisper breathlessly.

He pulls back to look at my face when the orgasm that was growing tips me over the edge, pulling a moan from deep within me. I gaze at him through half-closed eyes while my inner walls clamp around his fingers, and he leaves his hand there to give me something to ride the orgasm out on. His eyes remain locked on mine while his thumb continues to rub my clit, and a second, smaller orgasm races along behind it. His grin turns feral when I cry out again before falling against him, breathing heavily.

“Fuck me, Bri. That was beautiful.”

His lips move slowly up my neck until he is kissing me hungrily while I move my hand down to undo the drawstring and velcro on his board shorts, releasing the erection that has been straining against me. He groans into my mouth when I begin slowly running my hand up and down his shaft, and he pulls his head away with a gasp. His pupils dilate when my hand speeds up, my grip firm when I pump harder.

“I need to be inside you now.” His words are low and strained.

He stands to put on the condom before lowering himself back into the water with a groan. I position myself over him, my knees and shins resting on the bench on either side of his thighs. He helps guide me down, and we both moan together when he pushes up inside me. He holds still until I take him all in, and I gasp again once I lower down completely, feeling him slide against my g-spot.

Nothing has ever felt so right, and I pause for a moment to breathe. We stare into each other’s eyes before I begin to move slowly.

“Fuck…” Jake breathes the words against my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth once more, and I arch against him, beginning to rock my hips harder. My body takes over, and I lose myself to the feeling of him hitting deep inside and his mouth sucking at my breast. Unbelievably, I feel yet another orgasm beginning to build up slowly, and Jake grabs both my hips, speeding me up when my moans grow louder and longer.

“Oh. God,” I cry out, and he keeps guiding me up and down when the orgasm slams through me once again.

I’ve never had this many orgasms in one session before, and my legs are starting to fatigue. He pulls out of me and moves us so that he is now standing behind me. “Put your hands on the side, Bri,” he whispers in my ear.

I feel a thrill run through me at the slight dominance in his tone. As soon as I lean forward and place my hands flat on the side of the spa, he pushes inside me, causing the water to swirl around our mid-thighs. With one hand gripping my hip, he reaches around and rubs my clit firmly, and I moan again, the sensation of him hitting deep inside mixed with the attention on my clit threatening to overwhelm all my senses.

“That’s it, Bri. Come for me.”

By some miracle, a fourth orgasm shoots through me, and I do, indeed, come again, crying out his name when pleasure shoots through me. He doesn’t slow down, instead thrusting faster and harder, and seconds later, he lets out his own cry, and I feel the release run through him. A few more shallow thrusts follow, and then he slows before stopping.

We both breathe heavily for a moment before he pulls out of me. He squeezes my hip, and I stand upright, leaning against his chest. He brings his arms around me while I turn my face over my shoulder to kiss him gently.

Not yet done, he moves one hand down and rolls my clit between his fingers, and I let out another moan.

“Bloody hell, Jake,” I say breathlessly, and he laughs huskily against my neck.

“I told you, Bri. Once was never going to be enough.”

21

BRING IT

BRIANNA

Sunlight is pouring through the window, waking me up when the light moves across my face. Blinking, it takes me a moment to register the arm looped over my waist and the body pressed against my back.

Jake’s breath is warm on my neck, and I inhale sharply when he kisses the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A shiver runs through me, the memories of last night running through my mind, including the multiple orgasms that he’d drawn from me over the hours we’d spent exploring each other’s bodies.

“Morning, Little B,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I roll onto my back to look at his face and stroke his cheek. “Morning. How’d you sleep?” I ask, and he smiles at me.

“Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. You?”

“Amazing. I guess you wore me out,” I say, shifting my hand to the back of his neck and tugging him down to bring his lips to mine.

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