Chapter 13
Miles
She wants me.
I could fucking explode without even being inside of her, just at the way Georgia squirms against me. I let her, letting the pressure build in my core. I distract myself with the array of people down on the beach, enjoying the party.
They can’t see us, but we can see them, and that only serves to make this moment so much sweeter.
“Miles,” Georgia grinds against me as my lips find her skin once more. I work my mouth on her shoulder, tasting the salt and her own sweet taste. My fingers trace the inside of her thigh, and slowly, I work my way up, anticipating her pleasure.
“How much do you want me?” I murmur into her, stopping to squeeze some of her soft inner skin. “How wet are you for me?”
She lets out a moan in response, and I let my hand wander the rest of the way, slipping over her panties.
“Oh, holy shit.” My fingers grow wet. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, Georgia.” I apply slight pressure against her panties, my cock stiffening at the way she rocks against me.
“Please touch me,” Georgia pleads, squirming and pressing herself against me with more force. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
“Oh, sweet girl,” I kiss her skin and rub my fingers against her clit through the thin material. “You’re going to have to accept that I like to take it slow.”
She breathes out in frustration, rocking her hips and grinding into my shaft. “But people might see us up here.”
“They can’t see us all the way up here,” I reassure her, pressing a little firmer against her. “And I bet I can make you come over these panties.”
“No,” she moans, tipping her head back against my shoulder. “I want you to let me come all over your cock.”
“Oh, you’ll do that, too.” I pick up my pace, biting down on her shoulder. “You’ll come for me multiple times before we leave this goddamn deck. I promise.”
“Mmm,” she whines, as my other hand moves from the wooden railing to her waist, slipping upward toward her chest. “Fuck, you’re good.”
I take in the sight of her face, the way her lips are parted, and her eyes are shut. She’s so damn pretty, and I’m almost positive she has no idea just how alluring she is. Her fingers dig into the side of my thighs, her nails causing an ache, even through my shorts.
“Come on, baby,” I growl at her, my fingers working between her legs. “You’re going to come while you say my name. Then, I’m going to lap up all that juicy goodness.”
“Oh my god,” Georgia whimpers. “Miles.” She barely chokes out my name as her body stiffens against me. My cock strains painfully against her ass.
“There it is,” I coach her, my hand staying steady, helping her chase her orgasm. She completely lets go, releasing against me. Her entire body finally goes slack, and I brace her against her upper abdomen.
“Miles,” she whines as she rests against me. “You’re so good. You’re so damn good.”
I brush my lips against her neck, and then spin her around once more. I grip her chin and bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then slowly walk her backward, bumping her ass against one of the patio tables.
I reach down and lift her, plopping her down on the table. Georgia lets out a cute squeal, clinging to the back of my neck. She pulls my lips to mine, and my fingers slide up the top of her thighs.
I don’t stop until I’m at the waistline of her underwear, and then I tug them down. “I told you, I’m going to lap up every fucking ounce of you, Georgia.”
She nods, shifting her weight to help me find what I’m looking for. I drop the lacy black underwear to the floor of the deck, and then shove her dress up over her head.
“I want to see all of you,” I say, exposing her perfect tits as her hair falls right back into place. Her erect nipples beckon me, and I can’t help it. I lean in and suck one into my mouth.
“I thought you were going to…” Her voice trails off as I run my tongue around her nipple. “Oh…” Her fingers thread through my hair, and she tugs as I keep sucking on her, my cock desperate to be let out.
But I ignore it, gripping her thighs as I kiss my way down her body, passing her belly button and lower abdomen. Her fingers stay in my hair as I finally reach the place just above her sweet pussy.
I tug her forward and drop to my knees, settling in so I’m at just the right angle. I peer up at her, locking eyes. “You’re not going to come again until I’m inside you.”
She nods, and I hold her gaze, even as my tongue presses flat against her clit, and she sucks in a sharp breath. She squirms against me, letting out a whine.
“You’re so goddamn sweet,” I murmur against her pussy, nosing myself deeper. She drops her legs over my shoulders and grinds on my face.
“I want you so bad,” she pants, covering my mouth with her wetness. “Please.”
I work my tongue against her, stroking and lapping her up. I could fucking stay here forever, kneeling between her legs and worshipping her body.
“Come on, Miles,” she whines, rocking against me. “Please just fuck me already. Please.”
“Not yet,” I groan, though I find my fingers on the button of my shorts, finally letting my cock free. The tip oozes precum, and I reach down, stroking it as I continue to go down on Georgia. Finally, after a few moments, I plant one last kiss on her clit and then stand up.
I rise to my feet and stroke my cock, loving the way that Georgia’s eyes widen at the sight. “You’re going to take this, aren’t you?”
She nods her head, and then hesitates, biting down on her lip. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” I question her, arching my brow.
Her tits bounce as she slides off the table, holding my gaze. “You say you’re going to make me come twice, so I want to do the same for you.”
My cock throbs at the challenge, and I catch my breath as her fingers cover mine, taking over my slow strokes. Georgia gives me a cute little grin, and then echoes exactly what I did to her. She drops to her knees and then peers up at me.
“Tell me you want me to suck your cock, Miles,” she teases me, her plump lips just inches from my dick’s head. She runs her tongue along her lower lip, batting those thick lashes at me.
“You have no idea how bad I want you,” I groan, as she presses her mouth to my cock. She kisses my cock, letting out a light moan. “I want you to suck my cock, Georgia. I want to put it down that pretty throat of yours.”
That’s all it takes.
She sucks me deep into her mouth, the slick, hot feeling of her overwhelming me. A low, guttural groan escapes my mouth, and I brace against the table as she takes me in one shot, deep throating my cock until my balls press against her chin.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, white knuckling the wood behind me.
She lets out an “mmm” as she releases me, saliva running down her chin. I reach around and swipe it away.
“You’re not just a sweet little girl, are you?” I breathe out as she sucks delicately around my head, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. “You’re a slut, too.”
She smiles up at me. “I’ll be a slut for you.” She sucks me deeper into her mouth, and I shut my eyes, the sensation almost too much to bear.
I fight the urge not to thrust, terrified of being too rough with her mouth, as she picks up a solid pace, sucking me in and out of her. She soaks me with her spit, and her nails dig into the tops of my thighs.
Fuck. Within just a few moments, I’m already almost about to blow right down the back of her throat. “You’re too good, Georgia,” I strain as her fingers wrap around my balls, squeezing down on them like a clamp.
And that’s all it takes before I’m fucking exploding, my cum shooting out in hot spurts. Georgia works my cock back and forth until there’s nothing left.
As she leans away, she meets my gaze, daring me. It’s enough to keep me hard, and I reach down, gripping her elbow and bringing her to her feet.
“Are you ready to come again?” I murmur, leaning down and kissing her. We mix the taste of each other, my cock on her tongue and her pussy on mine. They taste like they were meant to be, a cocktail of perfection.
She spins around, giving me the perfect view of her ass. “I want you to give it to me so fucking hard.”
Goddamn, she’s such a little slut.
I immediately grip her waist, lining my dick up with her entrance. I thrust forward and bury my cock inside of her. Miles and Emmett might have had her before me, but I know damn well that she’s never going to forget this night.
I pull her body upward, cupping her breast with my hand. I grind into her and then move us toward the railing, giving her a view of the party. She grasps onto it and lets out a moan as I angle deeper into her, rubbing myself against the walls of her pussy.
“Enjoy the view, while I enjoy mine,” I grit out, pumping into her.
She whines and whimpers with every thrust, and I give her ass a nice slap, causing her to suck in a sharp exhale. “Miles, oh god.” Her knuckles go white against the dark wood railing, and I only get more pleasure knowing that Emmett and Brody are somewhere down there.
And they have no idea I’m balls deep in Georgia right now.
They have no idea that I’m making her mine.
“Faster,” she breathes, rocking herself back into me. “You feel so good, Miles. You feel so fucking good.” Her voice cracks as her pussy squeezes around me, and I feel the familiar sense of an orgasm building in my abdomen.
But I need her to come, too.
I lean forward over her, pressing my lips to the top of her back, as I slip my hand between her legs. I rub her clit, and she squeals.
“It’s so sensitive,” she whimpers. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”
“Oh, you can, baby. I know you can.” She rocks onto my dick, and I keep the rhythm with her, letting our bodies fall in sync.
There it is. Fuck, yeah.
Her moans shift to screams, as I keep pushing both of us toward our second release. I squeeze my eyes shut against her, and then feel myself finally starting to let go another time.
“Oh fuck!” Georgia cries, her pussy pulsing around my cock.
I explode deep inside of her, and then catch myself on the railing.
The two of us stay in position for a few beats longer, both of us letting out labored breaths.
“That was amazing,” Georgia says, as I straighten, letting myself slip out from between her legs. The scent of sex mixes in with the salty air, and I help Georgia stand up straight, letting her lean against me.
“I told you, you’re irresistible.” I press my lips to the top of her head, and then go for her underwear, plucking them up off the deck. I tuck my dick back into my shorts and zip them up.
“You’re so sweet,” she hums as I help her get her panties back on. I press my lips to her stomach, inhaling the scent of her skin.
“You are the sweet one,” I tell her, giving her a smile and then turning around to grab her dress. I shake out the wrinkles and then slide it over her head. “I don’t blame Emmett and Brody for wanting you the way they do. You’re the kind of woman I could get addicted to.”
“And you’re the kind of man that makes me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.” She gives me a shy smile and then smooths her dress back out as it falls around her hips. But as she peers back up at me, her smile fades.
I tuck her hair behind her ear. “What is it?”
She leans against my hand. “I have no idea what Emmett and Brody are going to think about all this. They might be really angry. I mean, when Brody found out about Emmett…”
“Well, I think we should just go tell them right now,” I chuckle, reaching out and squeezing her hand. I lead her toward the stairwell, taking a deep breath as I make my way down the steps.
I don’t show it, but honestly, I’m also a little worried about their reaction. I have no desire to back down, and I don’t think Georgia does, either. However, that doesn’t change the fact that Brody can fly off the handle pretty easily, especially when it comes to a woman.
“Now you’re not a fourth wheel,” Georgia teases me, tugging me to a stop as we hit the sand again. I turn to face her and then lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
“You’re right,” I say as we break away. “But I believe you’re the one who said that cars require four wheels to function. Not me.”
She lets out a light laugh, and we cross the bridge, the noise of the music, fire, and laughter coming back in full swing. I cling to her hand as we make our way back toward the bar, where Emmett and Brody last were.
Sure enough, they’re still there, both looking around.
Probably looking for us.
“Hey,” Georgia beats me to the punch, her light, sweet voice probably going to have a much better outcome than mine in this situation.
“Hey!” Brody says, relief visibly flooding his face. “I was worried about you. Where the hell were you?” He takes a step toward us, and then stops, his eyes dropping to our interlocked hands.
“Oh…” Emmett echoes the same expression as Brody, his gaze locked on the way I’m holding onto Georgia. “Turns out three is better than one,” he says.
“I guess you felt left out,” Brody lifts his eyes to mine. “So you had to make your move?”
My jaw tenses, but I do my best to stay cool—no different than the courtroom. “I’ve wanted her since the first time she stepped onto the boat, just like you guys.”
“Except we had her first.”
“And you chose to share her,” I reason, shrugging my shoulders. I bring Georgia’s hand upward and press my lips to her knuckles. “There’s no harm in one more, if that’s what she wants.”
Emmett’s expression softens as he looks to Georgia. “You’re right. It is her decision, and if that’s what she wants from us—to be with all of us—then I think that’s fine. At least,” he looks to Brody, “with me. I can deal with it.”
“Good.” I then tilt my head at my best friend. “Brody?”
He sneers, his arms folded across his chest. “I don’t know. This is a lot.”
Georgia lets out a sigh, using her free hand to brush her hair from her face. “I can’t deny that I’m attracted to Miles, just as much as I am to you guys.” Her voice comes out soft and strong.
Brody’s face grows red, but then he shakes his head. “Okay. I can handle this, if that’s what you want.” He looks back to Georgia. “I want you too much to let you go.”
“So then, it’s settled,” I grin.
Georgia is mine now, too.