Page 13 of The Southern Thirst Trap

Hendricks smiles and hops out of my lap, pulling on my hand to bring me with him. “Can you rub my back, too?”

“Of course, my love.” And I do just that, holding him a little tighter, knowing that I’m back on the radar of the one man who could possibly disrupt our lives more than my crazy schedule ever could.

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Harlowe

Five Years Ago

“Youkeeplookingatme like that and we won’t make it to dinner,” I say, catching Zander’s bold gray gaze devouring me while I apply a coconut-flavored lip balm to my lips as I look at my reflection in the mirror across from the bed in our villa.

He looks incredible, lounging on the bed in casual linen shorts and a short-sleeve shirt. His wardrobe changed quickly once we arrived, and I haven’t seen the business casual since. I cap the lip balm and return it to the toiletries bag that has been neglected. I haven’t been wearing any makeup since we arrived. I haven’t needed to. We’ve been in the water, diving or snorkeling, or here in the villa, fucking or lazing around together as we get to know each other. But the lip balm is a necessity with all the sun, sea, and kissing.

“Maybe I want dessert first,” he says, coming up behind me and untying the beautiful sarong from my hips that I received from the island host when we arrived. “And I’m willing to be late for dinner to make sure I get it.”

I laugh, because we’re the only occupants on this island, and the small restaurant on the other side will stay open and have dinner ready for us whenever we decide to make our way over there.

“Do you find dessert funny, Lowe?” he asks, slipping in the new nickname he adopted yesterday just as easily as he slips his fingers into my bikini bottoms and strokes me.

I sigh at his touch as my eyes flutter. “I thinkyou’refunny, Zander.” I wish that his name had a shorter derivative, and there was something I could call him that would be just mine, the way he so easily found one for me. It’s so intimate. I’ll have to work on that.

He’s pulling on the strings of my bikini bottoms now, slowly untying one side, then the other, rather than dragging them down my legs, which would be easier. But in the three days we’ve been here, I’ve discovered Zander doesn’t do easy. He does his way, and that is usually hard. My bikini falls to the floor and Zander kneels behind me, his hands skimming up my legs and parting them wider, so I’m forced to hop out a few steps to accommodate where he wants to be. His breath is hot against my ass as he traces his lips across the swell of each cheek. I’m wet just from the anticipation of what I know will happen, a shiver running through my body.

“Look at this sweet cunt dripping for me. Such a needy little thing. Bend over and put your hands flat on the mirror. I want you to watch as I eat out this greedy pussy from behind until you come all over my face.”

I close my eyes and shudder at his words, but I do as he says, bending at the hips and placing my hands on the mirror in front of me. My pussy squeezes tight at the sight of our reflection, him kneeling behind me, catching his intense gaze over the swell of my heart-shaped ass.

“Such a good girl. And Harlowe,” he says, getting my attention again. “Keep your eyes on me. You need to watch me, honey. And you better fucking scream my name when you come.”

“Make me,” I taunt, knowing full well he is capable of delivering on any promise he makes when it comes to my pleasure.

“You better brace yourself, little Wildcat,” he growls.

That should have been enough warning. I should know by now the force he is capable of. But when Zander spears his tongue into my pussy, I yelp and try to pull away. Not because it’s bad, but because it’s too damn good, and I’m too sensitive. We’ve had sex countless times since we arrived, and it somehow keeps getting better. But my body is hypersensitive, and he’s aware of it, for better or worse.

Zander laps at my entrance, fucking his tongue in and out. I didn’t know a tongue could dothatand it would feel like… fuuuuck. My hips buck away again, completely out of my control. Zander swiftly traps my thighs with one strong arm, keeping me in place before moving his tongue to my clit, flattening and swirling it tightly over my sensitive nub. Now I’m moaning, my fingers clawing against the mirror without finding any purchase.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, his words humming against me and making me shiver.

Zander slides two fingers inside of me, releasing me from the onslaught of his damn talented tongue, and I suck in a breath while I can. He leisurely strokes those thick fingers in and out and I relax into the familiar sensation, moaning with how good it feels. I feel my release start to build from that perfect pressure he is using.

My eyes fly open as he bites one of my ass cheeks hard enough that I’ll probably have a mark. At the same time, the fingers that are around my thighs strum at my clit with brutal efficiency, knowing exactly how much pressure I need. I make a strangled noise caught somewhere between a yelp and a moan as the pleasure and the pain mix, and I catch his eye in the mirror where he is looking over my hip, his gray eyes locked on my face in the mirror.

“You weren’t watching me, Lowe. Your eyes were closed. Only good girls who follow my orders get to come. Bad girls get their asses marked. I’ll pull these slick fingers out and spank it red, next time.”

“Bastard,” I barely manage to rasp.

He hasn’t stopped the delicious circling of his fingers on my clit while his others pump inside of me just right. He’s curling into my G-spot with each thrust. When he hears the catch in my voice, he thrusts a little harder, ramming the base of his knuckles against the entrance of my pussy in a way that threatens to have my eyes rolling back in ecstasy, but he wants me looking at him, so I manage just a flutter of my lashes before I return my hazy gaze to him.

“So fucking responsive. Look at you, dripping down my arm, making a mess of me, baby. But I want all of this sweet juice on my face. You’re going to come for me, fill my mouth with you, got it?”

“Zander,” I moan, letting my head fall down between my outstretched arms that are shaking from bracing against the mirror.

“That’s right, you’re going to scream my name when you come. I can feel you getting close. I’m greedy for your orgasms. I want them all.” His words are a growl as he presses his mouth back against my pussy, his fingers sliding out and his tongue moving to my entrance as he continues to circle my clit, faster and harder now.

My hips buck into him, and he takes it, his hands and mouth working so well together I have no idea what is going on despite being able to see it all. I just know I can feel a toe-curling orgasm building at the base of my spine, stiffening my body and freezing the breath in my lungs as he continues his work on my pussy. When it finally washes over me, I scream his name, my hips bucking against his face, my legs shaking, and a feeling of utter relief coursing through me. I barely manage to keep my eyes open while Zander maintains eye contact with me in the mirror, somehow, from his spot between my legs where he has just annihilated me.

A moment later, he stands and sweeps me up into his arms, walking me across the room to the bed. He lays me out, kissing me while I can still taste myself on his face. He leaves my mouth and positions me just so—arms above my head, legs spread wide—while I come down from the orgasm he tore from my body, and stay docile, languid. For now.

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