Page 96 of Only Between Us

I think for a split second she might decline, but this is Siena. She sets the beer down on the edge of the tub, unclasps her bra, and lets it fall away from her body.

Fuck. Full breasts, perky nipples begging for attention. I’m aching everywhere, desperate to get at her.

I’ve never wanted someone more in my life.

“I’m obsessed with your body.” She bites her lip, just soaking in my attention. “New rule: No bras, ever. For as long as I live. I’m going to burn that fucking thing.”

Siena dangles the bra out between us, offering it to me. I crook my finger at her. She shakes her head, takes a step back.

“Come here and get it.”

I don’t know if she means for me to come get her or the bra, but the second the words leave her mouth I’m moving, lurching through the water. I rip the bra from her fingers and toss it out of the tub. Dip, grip the backs of her thighs, and pull her up into me. She gasps the sweetest fucking sound as our bodies collide.

I fall back into my seat and take her with me, locking my arms under her ass to hold her in place above the water where I can see her. Get my fill of her.

She stares down at me, lips parted, panting, hair messy around her face. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails dig in, and that’s it. I’m done. Control lost in the fucking wind.

I palm her breast, groan as my mouth finds her other nipple, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, my soul bursting at the sound of her moan.

Her hands fly to my hair, the back of my head, bring me closer.

“Fuck, please don’t stop. Brooks, don’t stop.”

As if I could.

Siena doesn’t take her eyes off me, dipping her chin to watch me suck her, lick her, grab every part of her I can reach—her tits, her waist, that goddamn ass. Every inch of her is soft perfection, fills my palms so satisfyingly. I’m not sure how I’ll ever get enough of her.

I might fuck us into an early grave tonight.

She writhes as I kiss down her stomach. “Fuck, I missed this.”

“No, you didn’t.” I nip her waist. “Can’t miss what you’ve never had. How ever you think it feels to be thoroughly fucked, have this pussy filled up? Forget it. None of it will compare to this. I’ll give you what you need.”

She gazes down through her lashes, chest heaving when my hand slips between her thighs, and she gasps my name the second my fingers feel her through her panties. There’s nothing patient or exploratory about the way I touch her. It’s pure hunger, driven by my aching cock and the sounds she’s making for me. My fingers move over her pussy before pushing her panties aside and finding her clit.

She pants in short, tight bursts, not taking her eyes off me. “And what is it you think I need?”

“Me.” I wipe my thumb over her clit. “Touching you here.” I move down, press a finger into her pussy as far as the angle allows and her soft cry fills the silence around us. “Fucking you here.”

She whimpers. Squirms into my hand. “Oh, fuck. Please, can you give me more? Please, Brooks—”

I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the rest of her pointless words. Her hands go to the back of my neck and move right into my hair. Pulling it, scraping my scalp.

Yes.

“You don’t beg.” I kiss along her jaw, move down her neck. “Say the word and I’ll fill this hot pussy with everything I have. My fingers, tongue, cock. I’ll fill you up with my cum if you want. You never have to beg with me.”

The fingers in my hair turn merciless. “Shouldn’t my begging get you off?”

“You know what gets me off?” I withdraw my finger, sink it right back in her pussy. “Giving you whatever the fuck you want.”

“Then I want everything. All of it. Tonight. Now.” I give her another finger and her eyes squeeze shut. She’s up on her knees, above the surface of the water, and everything inside her pussy is pure, wet need—her body responding to mine.

I’m being rough enough that her tits bounce in my face as I fuck her with my fingers, but every one of the pretty sounds leaving her mouth tells me I’m doing it right. We look down, watching my fingers disappear in and out of her. She mumbles something inaudible. Cries out when my other fingers find her clit, both hands working hard for her. I flick her nipple with my tongue, scrape it with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Brooks, I’m so close.”

“I know, baby.” I lick at her nipple, move to the other. “I know those little gasps. Know exactly what they mean.”

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