Eight
EIGHT
ALEXANDER
T he tender skin of her thigh warmed my wet cheek as I watched the way her chest rose in delicate pants.
Madness had come over me. What was I thinking going down on my son’s girlfriend in full view? I couldn’t help it. Any proximity to her rose an inescapable wall of rushing need inside me.
Pushing herself back up to sitting, her cheeks filled with a heated pink.
‘We shouldn’t have done that. Nick was right here!’
Seeing her all flustered only made my already throbbing dick harder. She’d be a pretty picture if she was beneath me, all misty-eyed and pouty lipped. God, what I’d have given to have felt that tight orgasm around my shaft rather than my fingers.
‘Didn’t you enjoy it?’ I licked her taste from my lips as she squinted against the sun.
‘I did.’
‘Then fuck the consequences.’
‘Brave words from a man who’ll be flying back to another country. I spend every summer here.’
My wet shirt clung to me, a fish swimming idly by as I moved forward an inch.
‘Kiss me,’ I demanded. Needing even more of her sunshine.
Francesca’s fingers drifted over my lower lip, hesitation warring with desire. Would she resist?
‘We shouldn’t do this again,’ she breathed.
‘But we will.’ We had to. The summer was short, not a minute to waste. ‘Won’t we?’
‘I’m with Nick...’
‘True. But does he make you feel the way I do?’ I pressed two fingers into her sopping cunt, grinning as she bit down on her lip, her eyes rolling.
‘No-one has made me feel like this... but sex isn’t like this.’
‘You’re right, sweet girl. Sex is even better.’
In the glittering focus of her gaze, I saw the moment she caved. Her craving for more pleasure overrode the questionable morality of the situation.
‘Truly?’ Her fingers traced my jaw, tipping my chin upwards. ‘You promise?’
‘Darling, I’ll make you see the whole fucking universe without leaving the cabin.’
Francesca gave a quick laugh. ‘That’s a big claim to live up to.’
‘Only one way to find out if I can.’
Bending, she slipped her lips over mine, washing me with a warm, tentative kiss. My stomach knotted the tenderness in her touch, my undoing. Water lapped around us as I stood on my toes in the water, weaving my fingers amongst her hair to pull her more firmly against my mouth.
Deepening the kiss, I saw heaven beneath my eyelids. When she gave a soft moan, my dick throbbed. Our tongues collided in a snaking of lust. A kiss had never driven me so close to coming in my own fucking pants. So help me, she would be the end of me. This pretty little thing had cracked my shell with the first touch.
When we broke apart in a shared mingle of breath, she whispered, ‘I should break it off with Nick.’
‘Mmm. Soon.’
Francesca’s brows knit. ‘You want me to still be in your son’s bed?’
‘No, but I want you to have an excuse to be in my home.’
‘In a few days, my parents leave for a week. We’ll have all the time in the world...’
‘I can’t wait that long. I’m sickeningly obsessed with you, Francesca.’
She shivered as I ran a hand over her spine.
‘Should I be concerned?’ she asked.
‘Probably.’
My back grew clammy with the baking sun, despite the chill in my lower half. I waited to see whether she’d join me in our game of desire.
‘You better make it worth my while. I don’t enjoy lying.’
‘You were lying anyway. Lying about enjoying his attention. Lying about enjoying sex. How long have you been living a lie, Francesca? Giving into something real might be the most truthful thing you’ve done.’
Anger flickered in her pretty eyes. She didn’t like being called out, but I hoped that being confronted would fan her flames rather than douse them.
‘Come over tonight and I’ll give you a session you never need to lie about. Nick has a tournament. He’ll be busy all night.’
‘What if Nick wants to have sex?’
I placed one more lingering kiss on her before whispering against her lips. ‘I’ll make sure he doesn’t.’