Page 59 of Free Me

His fingers brush over my half-hard cock, and I inhale sharply, silently begging him to keep going. Like he’s reading my mind, he nibbles along my jaw while he slides his fingers under the fabric of my suit. “Lots of naughty things. Things that will probably require cleaning out the hot tub this weekend.”

I snort. “Now there’s a sexy image.”

His smile against my skin warms every part of me. “I have a way with words. They’re how I make my living.”

He nips at my collarbone, and I moan, offering more of my neck to nibble. “Then use those words, Blake. Tell me what you want.”

He licks a thin stripe from the hollow at my throat to the tip of my chin. “You want me to tell you what I want to do to you?”

I shiver with pleasure, nodding as I close my eyes and arch my neck, silently begging for more. “Yes. In great detail. Don’t leave out the part where I’m everything you’ve ever wanted, in or out of bed.”

Blake pauses his nuzzling, much to my dismay. I open my eyes, ready to lay on the sass, but the words fizzle away. Blake is staring at me with such intensity I can’t speak. “Stef. Sweetheart.” His touch is gentle as he caresses my cheek. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted but never knew to ask for.”

My belly swoops and my heart feels too big for my chest. I stammer, making squeaking noises rather than words, and Blake’s face breaks into a grin. “Stef Evans, speechless. Miracles do happen.”

I swat at him, trying to scowl, but his grin is infectious, and I can’t manage it. “Shush. That was incredibly sweet. Probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I was a tadverklempt.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “I feel the same about you, my love. But you’re getting off track. You were going to tell me everything you want to do to me.” I lean my head to the side and wave for him to continue kissing my neck and talking dirty to me. Thankfully, he can take a hint.

His hand drifts up my thigh as he nibbles at my throat. “I want to peel you out of these barely there swim briefs you love to tease me with and touch your warm, bare skin everywhere.”

“Everywhere? You’re sure?” I glide my hands over his broad back.

Blake growls against my neck and bites me at the meaty part of my shoulder, making me gasp. “You’re ruining my delivery. Do you want to hear this or not?”

I grin impishly. “If you can’t handle the sass, you can’t handle this ass.” I shriek with laughter as Blake digs his fingers into my side, tickling me mercilessly. “No! Blake!” I flail uselessly in a desperate attempt to fend him off. “Stop! Oh my gods, stop!” I try wriggling away, but the only thing I accomplish is grinding my bottom against his cock. That brings a swift end to the tickling, with the added benefit of making Blake fully hard.

I settle against him, slipping my fingers through the soft hair on his chest. “So, we should go with plan A.”

Blake looks thoroughly confused in the most adorable way. “Plan A? Whose plan A? What plan A?”

“Sexy talk and defiling the hot tub.” I kiss him softly, slowly deepening it, teasing along the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue until he opens his mouth, allowing me to dip inside. He tightens his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. His tongue strokes against mine and we both groan. It’s sensual and perfect, and lights up every nerve in my body.

Blake pulls back, ending the kiss, but we stay close, our foreheads pressed together. “If it wasn’t daylight with boats out on the lake and people to see us, I’d lay you down on this table, snatch that suit from your body, press your knees to your shoulders and rim you right here.”

My cock is all for that, and perks up rapidly, straining the fabric of my truly tiny swim briefs. “Sweet sriracha, Blake, why are you torturing me with things wecan’tdo?” I pout at him.

“What Iwilldo is give you two minutes to get your sexy ass out of that barely there scrap of fabric and into the hot tub, where I will kiss, lick, touch, and fuck every inch of you until you scream my name and come so hard you see stars.”

Oh, dear gods, yes. I jump up, whip off my bathing suit, take the five steps to the hot tub, and slide into the water. “Ready.”

Blake grins, but I don’t miss the feral gleam in his eye. “No smart comments?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Good.” Slowly—so excruciatingly slowly I’m pretty sure I’m already dying from anticipation—Blake pushes his swim trunks over his hips, his beautiful cock springing free as the fabric drops to the terracotta tiles. My mouth goes dry, and my dick throbs, desperate for attention. Moments later, he’s in the water, pulling me onto his lap, his hands wandering over me possessively. “You’re mine now.”

“I’m yours always.” I straddle his hips, wiggling until we’re perfectly lined up, our cocks dragging together. Blake moans, and I gasp. “Why haven’t we done this before? Gods, being naked with you is the best.”

His fingers press into my glutes, kneading my cheeks like dough, anchoring me so I don’t float too far. “You’ll love it even more when I slide my thick cock inside you.”

Oh my gods, this man is trying to kill me with his filthy mouth. I whimper and roll my hips. “Blake, darling…”

“Tell me, love.”

“Touch me.” I rub against him, hoping he’ll take pity on me. “Please.”

He squeezes my ass harder, gently sucking at my neck as he slides a hand over my ass, slipping a finger between my cheeks. “Oh, dear gods.” It’s not exactly what I meant, but I’m not complaining. I tilt my hips, encouraging him to play. And he does, stroking his finger over my hole, pressing just the tip inside, teasing me the way he knows I love. I suck my lips into my mouth, biting them to keep from begging him to go deeper. Instead, I make incredibly unsexy, inarticulate whimpering sounds as I press back against his hand, my body begging for more.

Blake licks up my neck, nibbling along my jaw. “Something you need, love?” He presses deeper, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Hell’s bells, it feels so good. He nuzzles my cheek, his lips hovering next to my ear. “Because I could give it to you. Just like this. Slow and sweet. Fuck you with my fingers, tease your prostate.” His voice is deep and sexy, and if I wasn’t floating in a tub of water, I’d still be drenched. I’m absolutely sure my cock is leaking profusely. “Just tell me, sweetheart.”

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