Page 77 of You're so Bad

“Yes,” I say, turning my head and capturing his mouth. I bite his bottom lip, and he grins against me. I feel him reaching back, adjusting himself. The anticipation has my whole body on edge, every molecule waiting for him. His eyes flutter shut as his cock slowly sinks into me, the sensation so perfect, so fucking magical, that I nearly come on the spot. I settle for kissing him again.

“You fit me so well,” he says, running a hand up my back and into my hair as he pulls out and thrusts back in, the movement pushing my body against the slats. My knees are shaking from the onslaught of sensation. It seems like I should fall, like Iwill, but he’s holding me in place. A sound I don’t recognize as my voice escapes me as he reaches his other hand around for my clit.

“She was lying if she didn’t rank us a ten, Tiger.”

“That’s what…I…was thinking,” I say, the words coming out in spurts as I push back into his thrusts. “More like an eleven.”

“Your pussy is an eleven.”

I laugh, but it turns into a moan when he lifts off me and thrusts in harder, one hand still on my back, in my hair, and the other circling my clit while he works me with his cock. He changes the angle as if he’s experimenting, and when I moan, he says, “That’s it, Tiger. That’s the spot,” and he stays there, stroking me slowly and then faster. The breeze touches my skin where I’m bared to it, to him. I can feel the old wood beneath my chest, see the water beneath us, that hint of woods. Anyone could come around that bend. Anyone. I wouldn’t hear them; I wouldn’t notice if a fire siren started blasting through the woods.

The pleasure is working through me, boiling my blood, and I know it won’t take me long now.

“Leonard, I’m close,” I say, and he leans down so his head is close to mine again.

“Thank the Christ,” he whispers in my ear, “because I don’t know how much longer I can go for.”

His face and hair are sweaty from the effort of fucking me, and somehow that turns me on too. So does the sight of a bird landing on the water thirty feet from us and the view of the trail that leads back to the cabins.

I feel myself teetering on the edge, and he swears gutturally as his fingers circle my clit and he buries his cock down deep. “That’s it baby. Grip my cock just like that.”

And that’s it. That’s all it takes. I push back against him hard as I come, needing as much of him as possible, and he gathers me up in his arm and holds me to him as he comes too, saying my name in my ear.

The last thought I have before someone screams is that I’m in danger of doing something truly stupid, like falling for him.

ChapterTwenty-One

Leonard

“Itold you this looked like Jason’s hangout,” I say with a groan as I pull out of the best place I’ve ever been allowed to visit.

I’ve always liked sex, what’s not to like? For however long it takes, you don’t need to think about anything but feeling good and making someone else feel good. But sinking into Shauna was…

I don’t have words for it.

I take off the condom and knot it before stuffing it back into the package. Let it never be said that I corrupt youth, because I pull on my shorts and underwear and stuff it back into my pocket rather than leaving it on the gazebo floor.

Shauna has lifted up from the railing, still in that shirt but with nothing else on but that little tease of a thong. I like the look. I palm her ass because it really is one of my favorite things, shapely and strong, perfectly rounded for my hand.

“Do you think something bad happened?” she asks, looking startled. I’d like to think it’s because of what we did, because eleven out of ten, I would do it again. And again.And again.Maybe it’s the last couple of months of no sex that’s done it, but I think I’m already addicted to this woman. To the feeling of her around me, to the taste of her pussy, to her kisses and her bites, and her claws.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

“Nah,” I say. It was a single scream, no follow-up, and there’s at least thirty people here. If something truly bad happened, we’d be hearing about it. “I’m guessing Bianca just got a look at Champ’s face. There’s a pretty good chance we’re going to get thrown out on our asses. He’s gonna have a shiner for those photographs next week. No way she’ll forgive me for that.”

Shauna snorts, making me smile. “He can hold a flower over it. Anyway, I don’t care. I hope theydothrow us out.”

“Really?” I ask, getting in another good feel of her perfectly round ass as she reaches for her shorts and bra.

I should have pocketed the bra when I had a chance.

“Really.” She slides the shorts on. The sight of her putting them on is sexy, even though I prefer the view when there’s nothing but a piece of lace keeping me from where I want to go.

“Well, I guess we’d better go face the music, Tiger.”

She surprises me by reaching up and cupping my face in her soft hand. Then she gets on her toes and kisses me. Something warm fills my chest, and the feeling of panic comes back—just the razor’s edge of it for now.

“Thank you for that.”

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