Page 45 of Come Fly with Me

She moans into my mouth, our lips and tongues never breaking apart as we all but devour each other.

I don’t know how long we lie entwined together, kissing on the beach and completely oblivious to anyone around us. All I know is by the time we finally do come up for air, it’s now dark and my dick is as hard as a fucking rock, pressed against her and showing her everything this is doing to me.

I pull back a little as my eyes find hers in the dark. “Hey,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She smiles up at me. “Hi.”

I lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling my body from hers. Taking her hands in mine, I pull her to her feet, pressing a kiss to the back of each hand before slipping my arm around her and walking us back to the hotel.

We walk in silence and it’s not until we reach her hotel room door that she turns to face me, her back up against it.

“Do you want to come inside?”

I smile, lean in and kiss her mouth. “I do,” I whisper against it. “But I’m not going to.”

“Why?” she blurts out, her hands gripping my hips.

I smile. “This isn’t a no, Taylor,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. “This is just a not right now,” I tell her.

“When?” she asks impatiently.

I chuckle, knowing that when the time finally does come, when she actually makes the decision to do this with me, I don’t want that decision to be clouded by alcohol or anger over seeing her ex.

I want it to be just about us. About Taylor choosing to be with me.

“Soon, baby,” I whisper, pushing her back against the door as I cover her mouth with mine once again. Taylor groans, her fingers digging into me as she pulls me against her, grinding her hips against my dick.

It’s so tempting to just say fuck it and go inside this room with her, but I know I can’t, no matter how desperate I am to bury myself inside her.

Taylor teases me with her tongue, as though she can read my mind and is desperately trying to convince me to change it. I smile against her mouth, even as I slide a hand to her breast, teasing her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress.

“Jake,” she moans into my mouth. “Please.”

I kiss a path down her neck, nibbling and sucking against her skin as I replace my fingers with my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak through her dress. She slides her fingers into my hair, holding me against her as I pull and bite her breast, knowing that if I lowered the fabric and took her into my mouth, I would not be able to walk away.

So I pull back, because I am dangerously close to giving in. When there’s finally space between us, it does nothing to diminish the intensity that’s surrounding us, especially when Taylor’s eyes drop to my dick, which is practically tenting my shorts.

I move my hand to my crotch, readjusting myself as I say, “Good night, beautiful. I’ll see you for breakfast.”

Then I turn and walk down the hall to my room, knowing a long shower is definitely on the cards for me tonight.

Fifteen

Taylor

I collapse against the door as soon as it closes. My nipples pressing hard against my bikini top, my bottoms far more wet than they were just fifteen seconds ago. When everything was just over the clothes and totally PG. But the build-up to it all, the intensity and the attraction have my body wired and needing release.

I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the ocean and the rocky cliffs, taking in the view for a second before I draw the curtains closed. Pulling my dress over my head, I toss it on the floor and begin to remove my bikini, my fingers untying the string around my neck as my mind begins to wander, imagining what it would feel like to have Jake’s hands on my body, to have him untying my top and exposing my breasts.

My thoughts do nothing to quell this overwhelming sensation of lust that radiates throughout my body, and the fact that I’m still drunk makes me pick up my phone and text Jake.

Me: What are you doing?

My question is simple, but with what just happened between us outside my hotel room, it’s a question full of insinuation. It’s a question that has my fingers tracing over my nipples and sliding down my stomach and into the front of my bikini bottoms.

Jake: Just getting ready for a shower.

Fuck me because that response just adds to what I’ve been picturing in my head as my fingers begin to rub.

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