Page 44 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
He keeps touching me. Slow, undemanding touches that loosen me and draw me to him.
I want that to be true. I need it so badly. I need someone who can make the spiraling thoughts stop when they rush out of control like they do in moments like this. Who will embrace me when I close my eyes and jump rather than linger in worry and indecision.
Jack’s hand slides toward my ass. “Can I touch you here?”
“Yes.”
He cups and massages my butt, fingers caressing the seam of my bikini bottoms but never sliding under. That’s all he does for a long time, just touches me. He rubs my back, teases tensionout of my neck, then slides warm hands over my hips and upper thighs, to the crease of my ass.
I moan.
His fingers pause at the edge of my bathing suit. “Can I touch you here as well?”
I can’t resist. I don’t want to. Instead I shut my eyes and fall into him with another whisperedyes.
His fingers delve beneath my swimsuit, pushing though folds already slick from his kisses, from his presence, from the way he touches and holds me. I spread my legs and arch my back and offer no protest. I should. I should stop him. I should ask the questions I need answers to: what happens when you find your fated mate? What happens when I have to go back to Sydney?
I don’t though. Because that’s always been who I am.
Instead I push back onto his fingers as he thrusts them inside me. I reach behind and wrap my hand around his thick erection, squeezing and pumping as much as I can.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jack’s exhale is shaky. “Do you have a condom?”
“In my bag.”
He gets it and returns quickly. The heat from his skin has barely cooled by the time he’s back. I hear the tear of the packet and then his hard cock is nudging at my entrance.
I gasp. Reaching forward, I clutch the railing and look back at him.
The look of concentration on his face as he slides into me would be adorable, but it feels so intense that I totally get it. He looks up at me as he buries himself, and there’s this moment which passes between us. Something so heavy it presses against my chest. Palpable like I could touch it.
Then he starts to move.
Jack withdraws slowly at first, then faster. Soon his hips are slapping against my ass as he plunges inside me. Neither of uswants slow now. It doesn’t need to be discussed. We both just know. There’s no more holding back.
I brace myself as his thrusts intensify. He’s grunting, gripping my ass, riding me with desperation. The other people at the Inlet Views can probably hear. Hell, anyone walking past on the street could hear. If any of the guests go out to the barbeque area or the pool, they’ll see.
I don’t care.
I want this—no, Ineedthis.
He doesn’t stop anymore to ask me what I need. Jack slides a tentacle between us to apply suction over my clit, and my knuckles go white on the balustrade. That’s it. That’s all it takes.
My legs go weak as my orgasm hits, but he’s right there holding me up. He plunges deep inside me and holds there as I shudder around him.
As my own pleasure fades, I feel the last of his spasms inside me and feel his hot breath on my shoulder. He grunts, hands covering mine as he plunges deep. “Tegan!”
There’s a long moment of silence as the frantic pace comes to a stop and our breathing slows.
“What if that was a really bad idea?” I ask no one in particular.
Jack picks me up and carries me back to the spa. “Did it feel like a bad idea to you?”
He settles me on his lap, and I sink into his chest while he pets my hair. “Yes. Only bad ideas feel so fucking good. Trust me, I know from experience.”
He laughs. “You’re too sweet to be a bad idea. I refuse to believe it.”
