Page 68 of A Quick Stop in Paradise

“Fuck, yes, you’re so good at that,” she groaned, picking up the pace, grinding on my mouth. “Feels so fucking good with your mouth on my pussy. You want me to come all over your face, don’t you, babe?”

I nodded desperately against her, picking up the pace playing with myself, and she didn’t make me wait too much longer—the pace of her movements on my mouth picked up, faster as she leaned back, propping herself up on one hand, grinding harder against me, and she rolled her head back as she came, hard, throbbing on my mouth. I was so close it took everything I had not to come myself with the sensation of her orgasm against me, but—she’d told me to sit in the feeling, to wait—so I managed, somehow, to hold it together long enough for Brooklyn to come down, slide off of me, and collapse on top of me to kiss me, deep and hot and heavy, her body still grinding against mine.

And when she finally gave me what I needed, it almost made me come instantly—she slid down my body, planting kisses along my body, against my nipples through the lace of the bra, and she positioned herself to press a hot, wet kiss against the front of my panties. I arched my back up against her, hand slipping to the back of her head as I cried out, and when she tugged my underwear down and pressed her face into me, her tongue undid me in what might have been a matter of seconds.

She collapsed on the bed next to me once I was done, eyes gleaming, a thoroughly satisfied smile on her face, and she said, “Good warmup, babe?”

I bit my lip, rolling to face her. “No,” I said. “Not yet.” I slipped a hand down between her legs, slipping through her wetness, and she bit her lip to cut off a low growl.

“Ryan… we’re going to be late if we do this much longer.”

“I don’t care. I need to make you come again.”

“Fuck, that’s hot, though,” she groaned, rolling her head back. “Just… we’ll have to clean up quickly.”

“Anything if it means I get to touch you again,” I said, voice low, as I pulled her into another kiss, tongue finding hers in a slow, hot dance, and picked up the pace with my fingers.

She had a long orgasm this time, throbbing hard against my fingers as she let out crashing, cracking moans that got hoarse by the time she finished, collapsed on the bed, and I lavished kisses over every inch of her, just taking in the fact thatIgot to have sex withBrooklyn Sterling.Along with the disappointment of the fact that wereallyhad to go but Ireallywanted to come again.

“You really are trouble,” she said with that little affectionate glow in her voice, flicking my hair back from my face. “I could get addicted to you, you know.”

“Please do,” I said quietly. “And then take as much of me as you like.”

She flicked her gaze down over my body, and back up to my eyes. “That’s dangerous, saying something like that,” she said lightly. “Let’s get a move on. If we’re here for one more second, I’m going to get the strap-on and fuck you face-first into the mattress, and then we’d definitely be late.”

“Mm… something you’ll have to do later tonight, then.”

She laughed. “For starters. Okay, sexy, let’s move.”

Well, if it got us closer to tonight, then I would.

Chapter 18

Ryan

Brooklyn helped ease me down from the wall, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me, because even after how hard we’d gone earlier, my body still lit up for her at the touch of her hands on my waist, firm but gentle, guiding me safely to my feet.

“You’re a quick study,” she said, voice low and warm from where she stood close behind me, still not taking her hands off my waist.

“I’ve had a good teacher… and good motivation.”

“You know I’m weak for an overachiever,” she teased, and I nudged her playfully as I turned back to her, feeling laughter on my lips. She was so damn pretty, I just wanted to put my hands on her face and kiss her within an inch of her life. PDA always icked me out, but now suddenly here I was.

“Well, hence the overachieving,” I said. “But now my arms are killing me, so I’m going to sit down and let you torture Allison instead.”

She laughed, clapping a hand on my arm. “Don’t forget your stretches. Even if you’re not done for the night. Your arms need some relief after a long climb like that.”

I could have gotten used to someone this good-looking making sure I was well taken care of. It had me floating as I did some basic cooldown stretches, just as much as it had me sinking.

I was definitely getting too attached. This was supposed to be a fun fling, just something quick on vacation. But Brooklyn was going to be hard to say goodbye to, and I found myself dwelling on it as I sat back on the benches under the lush plant wall on the far side, watching Brooklyn climbing the wall next to Allison demonstrating for her, and I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice Stella and Oscar coming my way until they sat down with me.

“I’m not a climber,” Stella said, by way of declaration. “This kind of sucks.”

“Ah… you and Allison are so in sync,” I said lightly. Stella laughed, rolling her eyes.

“She’s not nearly as bad as she said she was.”

“She’s… trying to show off,” I said. “Even if she’s mad Oscar is better than she is without putting in the slightest bit of effort.”

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