Page 87 of Booked for Summer

‘Nope, I’ve always wanted a sex toy.’ Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she undid the button of his trousers and pushed them down over his hips, struggling to work them over his swollen dick.

‘Is that all I am?’ He wanted to be offended, but the thought of her playing with him, only made him harder.

Her tongue peeked out, wetting her bottom lip. ‘You don’t like the idea of being used for sex?’

‘I like the idea ofyouusing me for sex.’ It was a reminder that, though it had always felt more than sex for him, he’d not always let her know that. And neither had her past boyfriends. Her hand curled around him, giving him a squeeze, rocking him right back to the here and now. ‘I want you naked, too.’ He grabbed at her dress and lifted it over her head before deftly undoing her bra, inhaling sharply as her breasts spilt into his hands. ‘Fuck, I can’t get enough of touching these.’ He bent to kiss them, sucking at the nipples, adding a little nip that caused her to cry out his name.

But then she pushed him away. ‘On the bed.’

He wasn’t used to being ordered about, but one look at her flushed, beautifully animated face, and he was helpless to do anything but lay down on the mattress, hands behind his head.

Waiting.

And sweet mother of God, he was not disappointed. She followed him onto it, crawling towards him like a goddess, blonde hair sliding over her shoulders and down across her breasts which hung like beautiful ripe globes, begging for his touch. But when he reached for them, she batted his hand away.

‘You’re the toy, remember. I’m the one playing.’ She gazed down at him, a teasing smile on her face. ‘And from where I’m sitting, you’ve got an awful lot I want to play with.’

He was suddenly terrified he wouldn’t be able to last through this. ‘You’re killing me, here. I need to touch you, feel you pulse around my fingers.’

‘Later.’ Her hands slid up his chest, resting on his pecs. ‘I want to make you feel good.’

Christ. ‘Trust me, having you near me and naked makes me feel fucking incredible.’

She smiled, gave his nipples a little rub, which sent a zap of arousal through him. ‘I want to do more. I want to make you feel cared for, appreciated.’

Emotion jumped into his throat and he almost couldn’t breathe for the pressure on his chest. ‘You don’t need to do that.’

‘Iwantto do it. Far too many people have been mean to you. It’s time to redress the balance.’ She slid down and squeezed her breasts around him, sending his hips punching off the bed, as if an electric bolt had gone through him. ‘Oh, wow, you like that huh?’

‘If it involves your naked tits anywhere near my body,’ he replied roughly, ‘you can be certain I’ll like it.’

‘Good to know.’ She licked her lips, squeezed again. ‘Now let’s find out what else you like.’

She did exactly that, stroking him, fondling him, worshipping him until he finally grasped her hips and seated her over him. Seven weeks, he thought as he rocked into her. It wasn’t nearly long enough. As the pleasure coiled inside him, tightening his balls, squeezing his chest, he wondered what time would be long enough. Six months, a year?

She threw back her head, her core convulsing around him, and moments before she drew his own orgasm out of him, he tried to imagine a time when he would ever have enough of her.

And couldn’t.

* * *

He woke to an annoying, jangling sound, followed by a groan from the warm, curvy woman he’d wrapped himself around like a blanket.

‘Frigging heck Lauren, it’s only seven.’

‘Oops. I keep forgetting the time difference.’

Bleary eyed, he lifted himself up on his elbows, only to see Jade staring into her mobile phone. And a very shocked, less vibrant version of Jade, staring back at him.

‘Oh, my God, is that a man in your bed, Jade Taylor? Who is it?’

Jade glanced at him over her shoulder, her hair a riot of blonde waves, lips swollen from having spent the best part of the night locked with his. ‘Liam, meet my sister, Lauren.’

He gave a self-conscious nod before flopping back down on the bed, figuring there were worse places to hide than behind Jade’s naked body.

‘You didn’t tell me he was so hot,’ Lauren whispered, either unaware or uncaring that he was still in earshot. ‘Now I can understand why you shagged him on day one.’

He didn’t like the tone. He considered moving so they could have some privacy, and so he didn’t say something Jade might not be happy with, but he didn’t want to give Lauren an eyeful of his junk.

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