Page 121 of The Grand Rise

“Lance, Ave needs me.”

“I need you,” I whisper against her temple, placing her down. “To listen to me. To be close. Just for a second.”

She sighs, her body relaxing.

I ease back, letting my eyes explore her face. And holy fuck is she beautiful. “You remember when I told you you’re the personification of life.”

Her eyes shine up at me, and then she gives me a nod.

“Well, I think what I meant by that is everything in it.” I trace her hair line with a lone finger, eyes trailing the motion. “The sun comes out, and I think of you. The moon and stars, they’re yours. Beauty, grace, light and dark.” I straighten the ring that hangs between her breasts. “Love.” I lift my eyes to hers. “I can’t seem to grasp a single thing in this world without thinking about you.”

“Lance—”

“You look stunning, Scarlet.” Everything I’ve wished for and more than I’ll ever deserve. “A better man would ask before kissing you.” I take her lips with my own, my eyes closing when she melts into me. When her mouth opens for me, I slip my tongue inside.

The second our tongues touch, Scarlet pushes me back, chasing my mouth until I’m against the door. I groan, feeling my cock pulse as her teeth drag across my bottom lip.

Unhinged, I turn us, putting her to the door and reaching into the slit in her dress to lift her leg around my waist. Bending my knees, I grind up, her swimsuit-covered pussy dragging over my towel covered cock.

“Lance.” She grips my neck, sensing my need and moving with me.

I kiss her again. Harder. Telling.

You don’t stop kissing me.

And suddenly, it becomes messy, messier than I planned when I pulled her into the room. I knew I’d kiss her. I knew that within the first three seconds of pulling open the door. But this… the towel dislodges from my waist, my cock bobbing free and hard. I’m so fucking hard.

Scarlet rubs herself against me over and over, the friction from her bathing suit making my body coil tight.

Close.

Too close.

I break the kiss, trying to find focus on her as I pull back. “Shit.”

Her hand dips between our bodies, wrapping around my cock. And if it’s not the best feeling in the fucking world.

I close my eyes, letting the feel of her hand on me settle in my bones. I’ve needed this for too long. Dreamt of it. Of her.

“You’ll look at me when you come for me.”

I snap my eyes open. Her own eyes fluttering, heavy, filled with desire. She pumps my cock, squeezing me just enough to make my balls draw up. She dusts her thumb across the head, spreading the precum that leaks out. I widen my stance, one hand on the door above her head and the other I let roam, from her ass to her waist, to her tits, and then up to her neck. I squeeze when she tightens her fist around me, but she squeezes harder, and I drop my head forward, nuzzling her shoulder instead. “Scar, baby, please.”

She flicks her tongue over the skin just below my ear before sucking. “What do I get?”

I fight the urge to screw my eyes tight, keeping my gaze on her. “Anything.”

Her eyes sparkle with delight. She leans in, her nipples hard and teasing against my chest despite her bikini top and dress. She lifts her free hand and smooths it down my face. My cock somehow gets harder from the extra contact. “Come for me, Lance,” she whispers softly. “And I’ll let you lick me clean tonight.”

My body jerks, hips rolling up into her fist as she works me up and down.

I come in a rush, covering my stomach and her hand. It’s the second time I’ve come because of her today, within a matter of hours, and it doesn’t get any less fucking good. If anything, it feels better.

I crave more.

Need more.

I twitch in her hand, and she palms my cock, stroking up the length as I soften.

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