Chapter 38
Andi
Nolan is trying to kill me. There’s no other explanation for the way he’s teasing me.
I’ve given him outright permission to touch my ass.
I want him all over me. I want him to brand me.
But he’s taking his sweet time. By the way his breath is ragged against my back with each touch, I can tell he wants this as much as I do.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until now. My whole body ignites in tiny explosions, lighting up every nerve in my body as his fingers move down my back, his thumbs skimming over the sides of my breasts.
As he runs his fingers south, I arch my back and he seems to get the hint.
His fingers move down, molding over my bottom.
He spends an obscene amount of time there, like he’s giving each cheek special attention.
Every so often, he slips his thumb under the small strip of material, applying the softest amount of pressure where I never knew I wanted it.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, moving down, gliding the tips of his fingers over my center under the fabric.
“Yes,” I manage, parting my legs slightly to give him access.
He shifts the material over completely, and his thumb fully slides over my seam. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, which disappears into the hot, open air.
“Goddamnit,” he hisses, running his thumb back up over my slit, stroking me through the oil, still managing to dodge my clit. I’m absolutely throbbing now, pushing back for more pressure.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes. Please keep going,” I grit out, melting into him.
The wet noises should be illegal as he slides his index finger and thumb up and down my slit. My vision turns spotty when he finally grazes me where I need it.
“You are going to be the end of me.” His voice alone threatens to detonate me. Just as the pressure begins to mount, a voice from the pathway reaches us. It’s another couple, walking hand in hand toward a pair of chaises below on the beach.
Panicked, I push up, until Nolan shushes me and pushes me back down. He tosses a towel over my lower half. I stay silent for a few breaths as he continues touching me under the towel, completely discreet.
There’s something about the risk of getting caught that riles me even tighter.
He gently presses his finger to my entrance, teasing me. “You want me inside you? Ask for it.”
“Please,” I whisper.
One finger slides in, hooking inside me in a way that makes me jolt, makes me desperate for more fullness, more friction.
He follows it up with a second finger, filling me completely in a perfect rhythm. It’s like a spark catching fire, lighting me up from the inside out. “Holy shit. You’re so tight. I can feel every pulse.”
His touch renders me completely mindless, to the point where my body has completely taken over. I naturally arch for him, propping myself on all fours, utterly begging for more as the pressure builds.
He eases his fingers in and out, teasing, torturing me, burying them in me in a way I’m positive only he knows how.
I squeeze and push back against his fingers until the flames dance and twist their way through all the forgotten parts of me.
Until I can’t keep still. Until I’m gripping the sides of the chaise so hard, my knuckles are white.
Until I’m cursing and mumbling incoherent nonsense under my breath. “Oh fuck, Nolan.”
“Keep fucking my hand, baby. That’s it, just like that.”
The pressure dilates to a point of no return. The pleasure tumbles down my spine in a spasm so intense, it nearly takes me out. I grasp for the towel slung over the top of the chaise to muffle my cry as it pounds through me, over and over again. It’s never felt this way before. Ever.
Eager to return the favor, I motion for him to sit on the edge of the chaise, and I drop to my knees, running my fingers over the hem of his shorts.
He swallows, helping me take them off. I do a double take when I pull him out of his briefs, entirely mesmerized. Let’s just say, size is not a concern of his.
I plant a map dot of kisses all along his inner thigh, teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. He grips my jaw and looks me in the eye. “I’m gonna need you to stop teasing me,” he commands.
I reach to grip his wide base with my hand.
I give it a couple strokes before licking around the tip, barely taking him in before he nearly falls back on the chair, glossy-eyed, his jaw clenched.
He’s been mouthy this whole time, but he looks so completely and utterly wrecked, I think he’s lost all ability to speak.
“Fuck,” he finally manages, his legs trembling. Heat blooms through me, just seeing him out of control like this.
I’ve never done this before. And while I’ve written about it, it’s a whole different story actually doing it.
Encouraged, I lean forward, taking as much as I can, which isn’t even half.
I use my hand on the base, setting the pace, slowly lowering myself deeper and deeper until he can’t take it anymore, until he grips my hair and pulls me back.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper.
“No. Yes. I just…We need to slow down. That mouth of yours is going to make me lose my mind.”
I flash him a smirk, settling back on my knees, waiting for instructions.
“Let’s go inside,” he grits out.