Page 35 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

Eli

I’m addicted to the taste of Becca’s mouth. Who knew it was possible to fall in love with something you hate?

She never knows when to shut the hell up, but every barb she throws is fuel on the fire, making my temper rage until I snap, wanting to fuck the attitude out of her.

She’s judgmental. Crass. Off-limits. I want her in spite of all that. Hell, probably because of it. She calls to the deepest parts of me, pulling out the pieces that no one else can touch.

My hands reach down to grab her ass as my tongue tangles with hers. Her lithe body rubs against my dick in the most delicious way, and my hips involuntarily thrust, begging for more friction.

“We should stop,” she mumbles against my lips.

My fingers grip tighter, anchoring her to me. “Probably.”

One hand slides up her back, teasing the hem of her shirt. I’d like to take my time but the raw need I feel drives me into a frenzy. I break our kiss, tearing the fabric over her head, and tossing it to the side. She isn’t wearing a bra.

Goddamn.

My eyes are greedy for her flesh, my mouth watering at the sight of her exposed for me. Her stare reaches into my chest and squeezes, urging my blood to pump faster.

Her hands reach out and grasp the top of my pants, pulling me with her as she drops onto the lounge chair and leans back.

My body hovers, mind racing as fast as my heart, lost in the chaos of everything I want to do to her.

I lean down, my mouth molding to hers, tasting the berries of the wine and the headiness of her breath. I groan, breaking the kiss to trail my lips along her jaw, down her neck, until I make it to the pink of her nipples.

My fingers tease them into peaks. “Gorgeous.”

“You gonna keep talkin’, or are you gonna show your appreciation?” She arches, her breast grazing against my mouth.

I smirk against her skin. “Cute.”

She pushes harder, her nipple breaking past the seam of my lips. I open wider and suck, reveling in her taste. She moans, the sound a straight shot to my dick, making it jerk and swell, straining for some relief.

With one last swipe of my tongue, I release her breast, working my way down further, my hands grabbing greedily at every inch of skin I can touch.

There’s a chill in the air, but I’ve surrendered to our heat.

She bucks against me and mewls. My hand shoots up to her stomach, pinning her in place.

I tsk. “Patience, baby.”

Her eyes blaze as she stares down at me, but she sucks in her lips and doesn’t argue. Good girl.

My palm rises with her heavy breaths as I unbutton her pants. She lifts her hips, and my hands move to slide the jeans off her legs, exposing her perfect flesh to me one sinful inch at a time. Her panties follow shortly after until she’s completely naked, laid out on my deck. The pounding of my heart drowns out the crash of waves against the shore, and I stare at her, transfixed by the vision.

Her thighs spread, her pussy glistening with arousal. I suck in a breath, ripping my shirt over my head and leaning back over her.

“Eli,” she breathes.

The side of my mouth lifts. “Begging for me already, Rebecca?”

She huffs out a breath, her dainty fingers reaching between her legs, daring to touch what’s mine.

I smack her hand out of the way. “Baby girl, you can touch me all you want, but this,” I slide my fingers through her lips, her wetness coating my fingers. “This is all mine.”

She scoffs. “You don’t own my pussy.”

I smile. “I look forward to proving you wrong.”

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