Seven
. . .
Cade
Ellie Darling was the most dangerous type of drug.
The more I tasted of her, the less I cared about anything else but making her come.
I got one more explosive climax out of her, then let Ellie roll us over and pin me to the bed.
“I’ll turn into a pile of Jell-O if you keep doing that,” she warned between panted breaths, her chest heaving distractingly and pulling all my attention. “It’s my turn.”
Ellie didn’t wait for my agreement before crawling backward to straddle my hard length.
She pulled down my swim trunks and ground against me so sweetly that my fingers dug into her hips like they were trying to brand her skin. With nothing between us, she slowly rubbed herself along my length with a moan that had my hips jerking up in reflex.
It was a special kind of torture, tightening my grip on her hips.
“Ellie,” I forced through a clenched jaw, unsure if it was a warning or a command or a plea. I just needed to be inside her, and not being in control had me ready to lose my damned mind.
Her smile screamed feigned innocence as she kept up the same torturously slow pace. “What’s wrong?”
She seemed ridiculously proud of herself as she kept up her little game of rubbing herself against me.
I flexed my fingers against her hips. “Just know that for every minute you tease me, I’ll tease you back for an hour.”
Her soft laugh didn’t sound the least bit scared. “In that case…”
She reached between us to position me at her entrance, and my brain stopped working.
I couldn’t have imagined it better than this. Ellie locked her big blue eyes on mine as she lowered herself onto me, gradually taking every inch. Her lips parted in pleasure while I ground my jaw so tightly it threatened to snap.
As every muscle in my body coiled tighter, I used all my willpower not to move until she could adjust to me.
“Oh, you feel incredible,” she whispered once I was fully seated in her. I would’ve told her the same, but my ability to speak vanished as she began to slowly ride me.
With the stars framing her and her mouth parting in a soft moan, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace but adding enough force to make Ellie’s head tilt back.
My gaze was riveted to her chest, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Cade,” she breathed, planting both hands on my chest to ride me faster. “Please—I need—”
My patience snapped like a rubber band. I took over from underneath her, getting a strong grip before speeding up and pulling a cry out of Ellie. She dug her nails into my chest, hanging on for the ride.
I was half-aware of her mumbling incoherently on top of me at one point.
I wasn’t sure how long I even lasted. Everything blurred together, and all I could focus on was the deafening slap of our skin with each thrust—until Ellie tumbled over the edge and called out my name.
Her climax triggered my own, and I pulled her flush against me with a growled curse.
We met at that peak together, Ellie clinging with a ferocity that drew blood from my chest.
When I gave a few more gentle thrusts and the high passed, Ellie slumped against me with a satisfied sigh. We were both slick with sweat, breathing heavily with our limbs tangled together.
Cuddling was a lot more fun naked.
“Forget everything I said,” Ellie panted. “I’m not making it to seven.”
I grinned against the top of her head. “Not with that attitude.”
“It’s your fault for blowing my mind.” She snuggled even closer. “That last one should count for at least three.”
My hands roamed her sides, unable to stop touching her soft skin. “I’ve heard the Slippery Crab is notorious for blowing minds.”
Ellie let out a burst of laughter and untangled herself enough to lean up. She grinned down at me, rumpled hair framing her face and sticking to her cheeks. Her eyes gleamed with laughter. “That was the crab?”
“Couldn’t you tell from the move I did with my hips?” I teased, earning another laugh.
I slid a hand around Ellie’s neck and pulled her down for a slow, lazy open-mouthed kiss she sank right into.
She fit against me like a dream—warm, soft, and the perfect height for me to reach down and cup her ass.
And in the hushed afterglow, with a salty breeze rustling Ellie’s hair against my jaw, my brain kept returning to a single thought.
We should’ve been doing this since the very first night.