Page 21 of Tangled Up

Our mouths are together again, and we’re ravenous, tasting, biting, sucking. Her moans grow deeper, more animalistic, and my dick is so ready for her heat.

My hands are under her thin cotton dress. She’s tiny, but curvy, with full breasts and round hips. Her body has always been perfect for me, although it seems smaller now. Or I’m bigger. I’m harder, but she’s still soft.

I rub my thumb against her clit, and she whimpers. My fingers dip inside, testing her wetness. I can fuck her with this dress on, but I want my mouth on her breasts.

As if reading my thoughts, she slides her arms through the spaghetti straps, allowing the top to fall around her waist. Full breasts peep up at me, rounded teardrops, so beautiful.

“Carly.” I kiss the top of her chest, moving lower to pull a beaded nipple between my lips.

Her fingers thread in the sides of my hair, and her head drops back. She’s grinding on my lap, rocking against the steel in my shorts.

“Fuck me, Beck,” she whispers, and I wrap an arm around her waist while I stand to get the damn shorts down my hips.

We drop back on the sofa, and I’m inside her. My brow collapses, and a groan rises from deep in my core. It’s been so long since I’ve been here, completely sheathed in her wet, clenching heat.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her thighs press against mine, and she’s moving faster, digging her knees into the cushions as she rides me.

My hands are on her ass, and I’m doing my best not to come immediately. Her open mouth touches my brow, and I feel her soft pink tongue against my skin.

“Carly…” I groan. I can’t hold on much longer.

Her hand slides between us, circling her clit, and I plunge my hands into her hair, gripping the sides of her skull as I devour her mouth. She’s salty and bitter, with the faint taste of beer lingering on her tongue. I pull her lips with mine. I tilt her head so I can nip the side of her jaw. I trace a line to her ear, biting the lobe gently as I make my way higher into the side of her hair. When I reach that place, she breaks with a loud cry.

“Beck…” Her thighs squeeze against my hips, and her core breaks into spasms.

Her cute little ass bucks and flutters, and I release the orgasm I’ve been holding back.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I groan as it races through my cock, pulsing into her.

Her mouth is on mine again, and our tongues dual as our bodies melt together. Kiss after kiss, we ride the waves all the way into shore, until we’re on the other side, panting like we’ve run a mile.

We’re coming down from an incredible high, but I’m far from satisfied. I’m only just getting started. I want to hold her, taste her. I want my mouth all over this body I know so well.This body that belongs to me…

I put the thought away so long ago, but there it is, forcing its way back to the forefront.

Her cheek is on my shoulder, and she’s looking out at the ocean. My palms slide over her bare back, and I’m still inside her.

Speaking ofbareback, I didn’t even think to use a condom.Shit.

So much of what’s happening right now is muscle memory. She was always on the pill in those days. She’d started it in the weeks leading up to that summer. The summer after a long winter of sexting and dirty video chats. I was so fucking horny when I finally lost my virginity with her, I fucked her like a dog on a leg, fast and hard.

Then when I saw the blood, I felt like a real dog. I ripped through her virginity like the idiot teenage boy I was. Of course, she said it would’ve always been that way. The first time is never painless for girls. Still, I wanted to do anything I could to make it up to her. I swore I’d never hurt her again.

So much for that promise.

She lifts her head to meet my eyes, and God, she’s so fucking gorgeous with her lips swollen from my kisses, her cheeks pink from my beard. I slide my thumb across her face, moving a dark curl behind her ear.

“Are you hungry?” My voice is low.

“A little.” Hers is high. “I was too mad at you to eat before.”

“Are you mad at me now?”

Her slim brow furrows like she’s still deciding. She’s so fucking adorable, and that familiar, overwhelming sense of protectiveness, ofownership, floods my chest. God, will it ever stop?

Standing, I lift her in my arms as I kick my trunks off my ankles before walking to the side door of the house. Her legs are around my waist, and she puts her head on my shoulder.

A soft laugh is in her voice. “What are you doing?”

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