Chapter 1 #3
“I bet I could make you come like this, couldn’t I?” He frees his hand from my hair to drag it to the left side, pinching my nipple in tandem with the right. He twists them, gently plucking and tugging until I’m squirming, rocking myself on his hard, thick cock.
“Winston,” I moan, tossing my head back.
“Mmm, I do love how you say my name when you need me, Dove.” He pulls harder, almost to the point of pain, and I grip his shoulders for leverage. With a knowing smirk, he bends down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.
My mouth parts as I stare up at the night sky, the stars twinkling by the billions.
God, he’s right. I might just orgasm from the nipple play. I knew I was sensitive, but I didn’t know I was this sensitive.
“Please,” I beg of him. “Please, touch me. I’m so close. I need more, Winston. Give me more.” My body is on fire. My clit throbs with the need for attention. Desire is heavy in my bones, keeping me weighed down when all I want to do is let go and fly.
That massive hand wraps around my throat, giving it a soft squeeze to keep me in place.
“I know what to give you. Be a good girl and trust me to take you where you want to go.” He stops me from rocking across his cock, leaving me restless as I chase my orgasm.
It’s there. It’s right there.
“You’ll come from this alone first. Understand me?” He peers up at me through his lashes, flattening his tongue across my chest to move to the other breast.
His teeth scrape against my nipple before biting down. Adding a small amount of pain to the pleasure has my orgasm slamming into me, and I stretch backward over the edge of the pool, my hips rocking, wishing I was riding his cock as every muscle tenses.
“Mmmm, what a beautiful sight.”
“Winston.” I cup my own breasts, squeezing them hard as the last orgasmic wave crashes into me. “I need more. I need you.”
He climbs out of the pool, water falling from him in sheets, his cock tenting his briefs. He squats, slides his arms under me, and carries me inside the house. We drip water onto the floor with every step, soaking the floors and rugs he has spread out through the house.
I’m buzzed, from a mixture of the orgasm and alcohol. I feel as though I’m on top of the world.
Winston kicks the bedroom door open and places me on the bed, uncaring that the sheets are getting drenched. He crawls over me, spreads my thighs to get comfortable, and pushes my hair behind my ears.
We don’t say another word for a long moment.
We both know what we want and why we’re here.
We kiss again, getting lost in one another.
Those hands are exploring every inch of me until one dives between my legs and tugs my panties off.
He tosses them to the side and keeps my thighs parted while he stares at me.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so beautiful.
This pussy looks like she needs attention.
” His thumb presses against my clit, the exquisite sensations causing my back to arch from the bed.
“I love how sensitive you are. So many things I want to do.” He lifts me off the bed by gripping my ass, bringing my pussy closer to his face. “But first, I want to taste.”
“No. You can later, please. I’m aching.” I snag his wrist, needing more than what his mouth could ever offer.
He growls, staring at my pussy as if it’s a meal he’s about to miss. His fingers slip through the lips, circling my clit again, pressing an index finger inside me.
I moan, collapsing on the bed, and fist the sheets. When he leaves me empty, I glance down to see him suck his finger into his mouth. He groans, his eyes shutting as he marvels at the taste of me.
Becoming impatient, I sit up and push him backward onto the bed. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, I pull them off, throwing them somewhere in the room.
“Savor me later. I need this.” I grip the base of his cock, loving how thick he is. My index finger and thumb almost touch—but they can’t.
Climbing on top, I keep a steady grip on his impressive length, and his own hands are on either side of my waist, holding me so hard I know I’ll have bruises.
The wide, flared tip of his crown presses against my wet entrance, and I gasp as I take him in slow.
Every inch stretches me, stealing my breath.
We moan in unison from how good we feel together.
I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. I’m burning from the inside out for him, needing to be as close as possible to his body to satisfy the craving for him that’s eating me alive.
“Fuck,” he growls through tight teeth, the tendons in his neck protruding as he holds his breath. “No one has ever felt so good.”
I curl over him, biting his bottom lip and giving it a soft tug. “I couldn’t agree more. You stretch me in every way I’ve ever desired.”
Grabbing the back of my head, he forces me down so he can capture my lips in a messy, passionate kiss. Our teeth clink together, our need having no finesse, no rhythm.
Slipping my hands over his chest, I sit up, flipping my long dark hair over my shoulders so I can see him without any barriers. Everything about him adds more to the arousal I feel. I become wetter the longer our eyes remain locked in one another’s gazes.
His sculpted jaw.
The silver scruff on his cheeks.
The piercing green of his eyes.
The definition of his chest.
The list goes on and on, drugging me with a never-ending dose of lust. I rock against him, moaning, digging my nails into the firm muscle of his pecs.
“That’s it, Dove. Use me. Use me and show me how good my cock feels inside you.”
I ride him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure no other man has ever been able to give me. Why him? Maybe it’s the fantasy of being on vacation. Maybe it’s because this is the last night we’re here. There’s also a slight forbidden-esque nature to what we’re doing.
Two strangers.
One night.
Endless pleasure.
And tomorrow when we wake up, we go back into the world as if we never knew one other.
As if this night never happened at all.
“You belong up there.” His calloused palms drift over my skin, scratching my stomach as he works his way up. He tugs on my nipples again, knowing how much I love it, and it causes me to double over, hiding my face between his neck and shoulder.
“No. Sit up,” he orders. “I want to see every fucking expression as you fuck me.” He uses those oversized hands that have me forgetting how to think, how to breathe, and he encloses them around the back of my neck to yank me backward. “Sit. Up.”
My eyes flutter shut at the demand.
I love being told what to do.
“That’s better,” he snarls, giving my breasts attention again.
He does this to drive me crazy. It’s the only reason he would torture me like this.
“So fucking wet. So tight. I’m going to dream of this pretty pussy for the rest of my life,” he growls as his eyes roll back from how good I feel.
“I love how long your hair is. It’s perfect to wrap around my wrist and”—he does as he says, wrapping the ends of my hair around his forearm, then uses it to tug me down—“get you right where I want you, Dove.”
He licks my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “Come for me,” he whispers down my throat, my soul wanting nothing more than to listen and obey.
Part of me is a little ashamed that once he thrusts into me from below, I do listen, and my second orgasm of the night tenses every muscle. I pulsate around his cock, wanting to milk him of every drop.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lips parting to catch his breath. “Look at you making my cock shine. I’ve never seen a prettier sight.”
In a move I’m not expecting, he flips me onto my back and drives into me. “I might have to take that back. You look beautiful from every angle.” He lifts a leg onto his shoulder, allowing himself to sink into me further.
Our skin slaps together with every fast thrust he gives me.
His hand disappears between my legs and finds my clit with expertise.
There isn’t a part of me he’s ignoring. His cock is lodged deep, and he’s applying the right amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves while his other hand is focusing on my left nipple.
He’s playing me like a string instrument, focusing on all the spots that have me singing his name.
“Winston,” I say in warning because it’s all too much. “I can’t. I can’t—” I swallow.
“You can. You will. The night has only just begun, Dove. The feeling of you wrapped around me is a dream I plan to get lost in until there’s no time left to enjoy your body.” Silver locks fall across his forehead, beads of sweat dampening the ends.
In another expert maneuver, he flips me onto my stomach, straightens my legs, spanks my ass, then holds onto each globe as he sinks every inch of himself inside me.
“Oh god,” I groan into the mattress, fisting the sheets under me.
He hits a spot that has me seeing stars. It’s too good. It’s too much. I can’t handle it. I try to crawl away from him, needing more and less at the same time.
“Winston, I can’t. Oh god, I feel like…I feel like—”
He uses my hair to control me, bending me backward until I physically can’t anymore.
“That’s too fucking bad, isn’t it? You’re going to come all over my cock again.
And again.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a hard thrust. “And again. Tonight, you’re giving all of yourself to me just like I’m giving all of me to you.
This night will be a night you remember forever.
” He nibbles on the soft shell of my ear.
“You’ll think of me anytime another man gets to have you like this.
You’ll wish it were me, you’ll think of me, and that will be the only way you’ll ever be able to come again.
I’m going to haunt you for the rest of your life.
I’m going to make fucking sure of that.” He pushes my head into the mattress, keeping me still so I can’t get away.
My orgasm is building again. With every firm stroke, my pussy memorizes every curve and vein of his cock.
He’s right. I know he is. I’m never going to want anyone else the way I’ve wanted him.
The way he touches me, the attention he gives me, the way he’s made me his entire world in such a short amount of time—why wouldn’t I dream of him for the rest of my life?
I’m going to have a craving only he can sate, and I’ll never be able to satisfy it again after tonight.
“God, Dove.” He’s frustrated, pressing his chest against my back.
“You feel too good. You’re going to make me come.
” Winston grabs my right thigh as hard as possible, using me as support to bury himself deeper.
“Ah, fuck, oh, Dove. Fuck.” The words are strung together in a mumbled haze, every groan and whimper that escapes him pushing me closer to the edge for the third time.
I love when a man voices his pleasure. There’s nothing hotter to me.
“I don’t want to. Not yet.” He doesn’t sound like he’s talking to me, but himself. “Not yet. Fuck it, I’ll have you again before morning comes.”
I don’t know what it is about the words ‘have you again’—they break me. I come harder than I ever have. Wetness slicks the space where we’re connected, and it’s caused by me. I bury my face into the pillow to silence my loud cry of pleasure as massive waves slam against my nervous system.
“That’s my good girl.” He turns my head to the side, tucking the sweat-soaked hair behind my ear, and growls, “Now. Take. Every. Drop. Of. Me.”
My vision becomes blurry, and his loud groan of my name makes another pleasurable spasm possess my body. I feel every warm jet of cum filling me, and there’s something in the back of my mind telling me that isn’t a good thing. I’ve forgotten something.
Between alcohol and happiness, I can’t seem to remember what it is.
I lose consciousness, and I hope I never wake up from this dream.