CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE #3
Her breath hitches, her head falling back against my shoulder, exposing the curve of her throat. But her hands stay right where I want them, still clutching the dock, holding herself steady as I work her with my hand, driving her closer with every stroke.
I look down at her body, watching her nipples turn into stiff little points beneath the soaked yellow fabric of her bra. All I want is to suck her tits until she’s shaking with pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight for me,” I growl, dragging my teeth over her earlobe. “You feel that, baby? Feel how you’re squeezing my fingers?”
She closes her eyes and moans, her body writhing against mine.
I curl my fingers just right and let my thumb slip to her clit, rubbing slow circles. Her eyes flutter open, lifting to the sky, her pupils blown wide like she’s seeing stars even though the sky is nothing but clouds.
“Almost there, little danger. Show me.”
I feel her clenching around my fingers, followed by a breathy little cry.
God, she’s beautiful like this.
I pull my fingers out of her, turn her around, and kiss her hard, devouring her lips, tasting her all over again.
I grip her thighs from behind, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. She wraps those gorgeous legs around my waist. Her hands move under the water, dragging her nails down my abs.
Her body is where it belongs.
“I want you now, Outsider,” she murmurs, still breathless.
I shake my head, trying to stay in control, even when I ache to be inside her. “We don’t have condoms here, baby.”
“I’m taking the pill.”
“The pill? Wait, how’d you even get that?”
“Lorelai,” she says, licking her lips, a little nervous. “She gave me… I don’t know, a few boxes. We’re good now. We can be together. I mean, no condoms.”
It takes me a second to process that.
“Sarah… you know those pills might not work, right? Half the stuff we find is expired.”
I expect hesitation, a moment of doubt. But no. She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, and lets it drop into the lake, disappearing into the water.
“I know, but I don’t care. I want to feel you completely, James.”
We’ve been together for over a year now. But it still makes my heart race just thinking about what that means. What she’s giving me. What we’re risking.
And I’ve never wanted her more.
“I trust you,” she adds, her voice pure fucking sin, her hands sliding over my chest.
My eyes lock onto her perfect, bare breasts. I lick my lips and slide my palms up and down her thighs under the water, fighting for control I’ve already lost.
And when I finally lift my eyes to hers, those beautiful green eyes sparking in the dark, it’s over.
Fuck it!
I hook my fingers into my boxers, shoving them down, letting them sink into the lake with the rest of her clothes. Then I lift her.
“You’re gonna pay for swimming away from me.”
The corner of her mouth lifts, satisfied.
I lock my hands on her hips and thrust inside her, burying myself all the way in. A groan rumbles in my throat at how perfect she feels wrapped around me. No barriers. No fucking limits.
I take a moment to feel all of her squeezing my cock, holding me in the tightest, wettest heat I’ve ever felt.
“James… this is so good,” she breathes.
“I know.”
“It’s always amazing, but this…”
“I know. I feel it too.”
My lips trail over her chest. I flick my tongue over her nipple, then sink my teeth into it and suck hard, making her shudder in my arms.
“God, yes!” she cries out, her back arching, pressing her breasts against my mouth.
I thrust deeper, harder, chasing that high, making sure she feels every thick inch of me.
Her cries get louder, all breathy and desperate, until she leans in and sinks her teeth into my shoulder, trying to muffle the sounds spilling out of her.
I cock an eyebrow. “Did you just bite me?”
She blinks up at me, all wide-eyed and sweet like she didn’t just wreck me. “You told me to.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
I drag my tongue across her flushed skin, licking the water from one breast to the other, savoring the way she tastes. She hooks her ankles behind me, pulling me deeper with every stroke.
“I could stay inside you forever,” I say, gripping her ass, lifting her higher, slamming in again, until I’m buried to the fucking hilt, making her take all of me.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I catch a glimpse of the bite mark on my skin—red and raw from her teeth—and it flips a switch inside me.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, voice rough and hungry.
“I belong to you.”
I trail kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, to her chin, and when I reach her mouth, I crash into it, claiming her.
When I finally break the kiss, she’s smiling at me.
I grin back, because she knows she owns me just as much as I own her.
The moon breaks through the clouds, lighting up the water. The lake rocks around us, wild and loud, heated by the friction between us, but all I feel is her.
Two strokes later, her thighs clench around my waist, and she breathes out, “Outsider!”
No name has ever meant so much on someone else’s lips.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes squeeze shut. She looks so fucking beautiful when she comes that I lose it. I bury my face in her neck as I come inside her.
She breathes me in, her fingers tangling in my hair, her legs still wrapped around me, keeping me close.
“Seeing stars, huh?” I huff as I slip out of her. “You came out here just to fucking torture me with that wet yellow bra, didn’t you?”
She grins. “Looks like it works.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Fuck, woman, you love danger, don’t you?”
“Why do you think I chose an Outsider?”
She’s trouble, but she’s my trouble.
I push her wet hair back from her face and kiss her forehead. “So, you still like me, little danger?”
“As much as I like chocolate.”
“That much, huh?”
She nods, then glances down at her bare chest… then at mine.
“Uh… so, how are we getting out of the lake now?” she asks, her cheeks flushing pink. “We kinda don’t have clothes anymore.”
My hands slide back to her waist, holding her close as a cocky smile tugs at my lips. “Who said we’re going out?”