Page 12 of Tan Lines & Trouble
Her hair is mussed and her lips swollen from our kisses—and while she’s always beautiful, she’s never been sexier than she is in this moment.
I guide her back to my room, pulling the door shut and turning the lock just in case. “You’re so damn sexy,” I murmur as I reach out and pop the button on her shorts. As she shimmies out of them, along with her swim bottoms, I shuck off my clothes as well.
I stand proud, letting Thea look her fill; I have a lot to be proud of and the way she’s looking at me has me hard enough to pound nails. She bites her lip as she watches me, and all too willing to put on a show, I give my hard length a slow tug and groan her name.
Boldly she grabs my hand and guides it to that sweet spot between her legs. “See what you do to me.”
“Fuuuuuck Dots,” I groan, when I feel how wet she is for me. Unable to resist, I flick my finger across her clit before sliding it right into her. She whimpers at the welcome invasion and rolls her hips. “That’s right, show me how good it feels when I touch you.”
I continue to touch and tease her, taking her to the brink of orgasm before retreating. Finally, when her legs are trembling and a fine sheen of sweat coats her naked body, she shoves me away and steps up to me until we’re toe-to-toe. “I need you to fuck me now. Please?”
If I thought I was turned on before, I was dead wrong, because Thea begging me to pleasure her has me feeling things I’ve never felt before.
Wordlessly, I fall back onto my bed, tugging her down onto me with a sense of urgency. I can’t wait another second to be inside her. “Ride me.”
I can’t stop myself from watching and she takes me in her hand before spreading her legs wide and slowly sliding down on me, every slow inch decimating my self-control. Watching her take me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life and the feeling of her sinking down onto me is indescribable. It’s heaven and hell all at once. And when she starts working her hips, rolling them to a slow, sinuous beat only she can hear, I’m pretty sure I die.
We move together slow and gentle, like we’ve been doing it forever. “Oh, God. I’m so close,” she whimpers in my ear before pressing her lips to my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw.
“Let me get you there.” I drop one hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit. My touch is synced so perfectly with her grinding that she’s moaning my name as she comes all over mydick. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her whole-body trembling from the force of her orgasm.
She slumps against me as she comes down. “I think you broke me,” she mumbles as I pump into her from below, turning our once languid pace fervent.
“We’re just getting started,” I growl out as my own climax rips through me. My lungs seize and my body shudders from the force of my orgasm as I pump the last of my release into her.
“You promise?” she asks as I grip the back of her thighs and stand, holding her body flush to mine as I carry her back to my bathroom so we can clean up.
“I fucking promise,” I tell her meaning it with every fiber of my being, because while this thing between us is new, it feels like the start of something wonderful.
Something Exceptional
ONE
Blue
"You look like a princess," Thea says as I step onto the platform in front of the mirror.
"If princesses had blue hair," the attendant mutters under her breath.
"Last I checked, this was her love story, not yours Becky, and in this story the princess has blue hair."
I smother a laugh with my fist. Thea's been my best friend for eight years now, and while she's always been a handful, the last two years with her hot surfer boyfriend have only served to make her...bolder.
"Seriously, Blue." She comes to stand behind me. "You look beautiful and when you walk down the aisle next week, Blake's not gonna know what hit him."
"You think?"
She nods. "Hells yeah. Now, get changed. I'm starved."
Back in the fitting room, I dial Blake. "Yeah?" he says, sounding put out.
"It fits like a dream!" I murmur excitedly, somehow balancing my cell phone between my cheek and shoulder while simultaneously trying to extricate myself from the layers and layers of tulle.
He sighs. "That's great Blue, but did you really have to call and interrupt me just to tell me about a dress?"
"It's...my wedding dress. I just...thought you'd be excited."
"It's just a dress. And our wedding is just a piece of paper. A formality."
