Page 80 of Raine Out (Grand Slam 2)

“Do you want me not to be good at it?”

She looks behind her like someone’s about to surface out of the water. “Do you think everyone heard me?”

“I think only Samuel heard you,” I say, nodding behind her. “We might have disturbed his nap.”

“Well he can get over it,” she says as she reaches down to see if I’m hard. “Really? Even in this cold water?”

“The water’s not that cold,” I say, sucking on her neck again, “and the sex sounds you make are ridiculous.”

“Get me back to the boat,” she says, stroking me once before she tries to break away.

“Wait, are you done already?” I say, pulling her back. “Come back here.”

“I’m far from done. I just can’t hold my breath long enough for what I need to do to you right now. Get me back on the boat—right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, hauling her the ten feet back to the boat. I push her up onto the swim deck and follow.

I try to pull her down on top of me, but she climbs over the wall into the main area of the boat.

“Get in here,” she says. “Sit right there.”

“See,” I say, sitting down, “I do know you—shy one minute and bossy as hell the next.”

She kneels and wrestles my swim trunks down.

“Stop talking,” she says as she closes her mouth over me.

“Fuck,” I say, leaning back on the side of the boat.

She plunges me deep into her mouth once and then starts licking up and down. I close my eyes as I weave my fingers through her hair. She works me until I’m about ready to cum. I pull her off and sit down on the floor of the boat with her.

She moans as I slide deep inside her. As she grabs at my back again, I start pushing her up and down on me. I’m so stimulated right now that it only takes about a minute to get there.

“Baby, I’m going to cum,” I whisper. “Are you almost there?”

“Yeah,” she says, burying her face in my neck again. “Give me a second.”

“Take your time,” I say, reaching down to rub her with my thumb. “I can hold it.”

She starts vibrating hard on top of me and lets out a loud moan that she doesn’t even try to muffle. I let myself go as she collapses on top of me.

She takes a shaky breath and groans. “What are the chances they didn’t hear that?”

“About zero,” I say, rubbing her back. “Sorry.”

“It might be the dopamine that’s raging through my body right now,” she says, hugging me. “But I’m kind of not sorry at all.”

“Yeah, me either,” I laugh, “but we’re definitely in for it when we go back to the party. You think we should jumpstart this boat and try to get away?”

“You know what? I think we should own it,” she says, stretching up so she can look back to the party. “Let them talk.”

“Yeah, the hormones have definitely taken control of your body,” I say, kissing her stomach, “but I’m good with that. I want to own every bit of this.”

“It looks like they’re starting to eat. We should probably head back. Do you think you have enough energy to get us to the beach?”

“Yeah, but seriously,” I say, lifting her off of me. “I’m going to need a nap when we get back. Or a lot of vitamins or something. You wear me out.”

She pulls her bikini bottoms back on and stands up. “Well if I’m too much for you—”

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