17. Chapter 17
Ride my cock like you’re mad at it.
Dinner on the beach was absolutely phenomenal. The food, the gorgeous sunset… and especially the company.
We sat side by side in front of a linen-draped table facing the sea as a bevy of workers waited on us hand and foot, while also maintaining a respectful distance when they weren’t serving or clearing.
We started with a wine flight accompanied by a selection of delicious appetizers before moving on to the soup course, the entrée, and then a shared dessert. And more wine, of course.
I was unable to keep my eyes off Juliette as we ate, missing my mouth more than once because she was just too goddamn beautiful to look away from. And the thing was, she seemed just as enamored of me, leaning her body toward mine like the few inches separating us was a mile-wide valley.
Many soft kisses were shared between courses, and we fed each other sumptuous bites of chocolate soufflé with a blood orange drizzle that was the second-best thing I’d ever had in my mouth. Juliette held the top spot.
It was hands down the most romantic night of my life, and I don’t know if it was the elegant setting, the flickering candles, or the soft rush of the water against the shore, but I began to fall for Juliette McNamara.
And that was a very bad idea. Because this was just a vacation fling.
Yeah. Right.
And now I’m lying facedown on a wide massage table in the living area of Juliette’s cottage.
As promised, the therapists had moved the furniture aside and had everything prepared when we arrived.
Candles softly lit the room, and the smell of lavender and something else herb-y that I couldn’t identify permeated the air around us.
Juliette lets out a quiet groan, and I pull my head from the circular pillow and look over at her.
She’s also facedown while Jevaun—who is Kat’s husband—massages her shoulders.
I, on the other hand, have a savage woman named Birgitta, who has the ability to find muscles I didn’t even know I possessed.
No fucking lie, the woman’s biceps are bigger than mine, but she’s a damn master at working out even the deepest of knots.
If I wasn’t already falling for Juliette, I might ask Birgitta for her hand in marriage. And I’m only ninety-nine percent kidding.
“Turn over,” my future betrothed orders in her thick accent, holding up the sheet covering my naked body like a tent. As I do, I notice Juliette doing the same, and we share a heated glance. Yeah, sorry, Birgitta. I think I’m taken.
I grow more and more relaxed as Birgitta works on my legs and feet, and by the time she moves up to my head, I’m practically in a stupor.
The scent of warm peppermint oil blends with the other aromas, and I feel a tingling sensation on my scalp.
It’s heaven, and some time during the scalp massage, I drift fully off to sleep.
Hands, gentle ones this time, ease the sheet down my body, and I peel my eyes open to find Juliette on my table, kneeling between my legs. “Dream girl,” I murmur, sleepily turning my head from side to side to search the room.
“They’re gone,” she whispers, lowering her head to kiss my bare abs. “Jevaun said we can leave the tables on the porch, and they’ll retrieve them later.”
My cock notices his favorite person’s proximity and springs to life. Juliette flashes me a saucy smile as she lowers the sheet to fully expose my growing erection.
“Damn, baby,” I groan when she licks a stripe up my length. Fisting my dick, she lifts it and proceeds to lick every single inch of me, stopping just short of the head. I fucking ache for her.
When her hair falls around her face and impedes the spectacular view of my dream girl treating my cock like her favorite popsicle, I gather the blonde locks in both hands and hold them against the back of her head.
She must have had the same peppermint oil treatment I had because the strands are slick between my fingers.
Aqua eyes sparkle in the candlelight as she opens her mouth and takes the tip of me inside. She’s warm and wet, and my eyelids flutter at the incredible sensation, but I manage to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a second of this.
“You taste so good,” she murmurs, drinking down the wetness dripping from me. “I’m going to suck this big cock until my jaw hurts.”
“Fucking Christ, baby,” I grate out. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm,” she hums, taking me deeper, the sound vibrating down my cock and into my balls. Her pink lips surround me, her tongue dancing along the underside of my shaft as she slides her mouth up and down in a slow, sensuous rhythm that threatens to unhinge me.
I fucking love some tongue action when a woman is going down on me, but most don’t do it, instead sticking to the simple in and out motion. Which—don’t get me wrong—feels damn good, but this is on another level. Juliette McNamara is a damn master at pleasing a man.
She continues like that, her pretty mouth lowering inch by inch with each bob of her head until her lips meet the fingers grasping the base of my cock. Then she swallows, her throat tightening around my crown.
“Yeah, just like that, honey. You suck cock like such a good girl.”
She speeds up, her free hand coasting up and down my torso, tweaking my nipple and caressing my abs.
Every touch sets my body on fire. My fingers tighten in her hair as I lift my hips from the table and force a gag from her.
She pulls back for only a second before deep-throating me again. And again.
“Fuck yeah. You like gagging on my dick, don’t you?”
Her lips stretch around my girth, but I can still make out the slight smile as she nods.
Pulling out to the tip, she worships the head of my cock with that velvety tongue as she dips one hand between my legs to cup my balls.
Rolling them expertly between soft fingers, she works her mouth back down my shaft.
My hands grow rough in her hair as my control slips. Juliette’s saliva eases the glide of her mouth over my heated flesh, and I bite out a string of curse words that would make a sailor gasp.
I can make out the swell of her ass as she bends over me, giving me the best head of my life.
With her hair bunched in my hands and her long lashes fluttering closed to rest against her cheeks, she is simply breathtaking.
One tanned arm bunches and releases as she jacks me off while completely devouring my cock.
“So motherfucking perfect, Juliette. Tell me your cunt is dripping for me. Tell me you’re so wet, my cock will slide right home in that perfect little pussy of yours.”
Her eyes open, and she responds with a wink that makes my balls want to explode. I inhale, finding her scent over the others in the air and reveling in it.
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby. I’m going to fill you so full of my cock you’ll never be able to feel another man without thinking of me. Without wishing it was me inside you.”
Juliette whimpers and continues sliding her mouth up and down my length while also stroking me with her hand. And her fucking tongue never stops.
The scent of her arousal intensifies when I twist my hands in her hair and fuck up into her mouth with sharp snaps of my hips. I’m being rough with her, but she seems to like it as much as I do. Well, maybe not quite that much because I’m about to…
“Fuck. Stop, sweet girl. Please,” I beg, my voice harsh with restraint.
She takes her time working her way back up to my tip before releasing me with a soft pop. “What’s wrong?”
The playful glint in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what’s wrong.
“I don’t want to come yet. I want you to ride my cock like you’ re mad at it.”
As Juliette sits up with a vixen-like grin, my hands release her hair and let it fall around her bare shoulders. She’s completely naked and a million percent glorious, her golden skin glistening in the soft light.
“Next time, I want you to blow down my throat,” she informs me, and I feel a muscle clenching in my jaw.
“Done. Now let me get up and wash my hands so I can find a condom and then touch you.” I wiggle my fingers. “I’ve got peppermint oil all over me, and I don’t think it’s approved for pussies, but I need to get you ready.”
She stretches one arm over to her massage table and triumphantly holds up a foil packet.
“I got one from the bedroom after Jevaun and Birgitta left.” Resting her hands on either side of my head, she presses her lips to mine.
“And I don’t want you to get me ready. I want you to watch me struggle to take every hard inch of your dick. ”
Fuck me . I almost spontaneously combust on the spot. Grabbing her hips, I adjust her until she’s straddling my stomach. “Rub yourself on me, dream girl. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Juliette hesitates, so I gently urge her to move with my hands. “Ohhhh,” she breathes, letting her teeth skid over her bottom lip, the flesh swollen and red from my carnal treatment of her mouth. “That feels… good.”
She takes over, grinding her cunt forward and back on my abs, using the hard ridges to pleasure herself. I can tell when she’s almost there because her hips take on an erratic rhythm and soft whimpers spill from her parted lips.
She begins to come, and I grip her tighter, steadying the movement of her hips. “Good girl, Juliette. Get yourself off.”
With soft pants of my name, she comes all over me. When her eyes go drowsy and her lips turn up in satisfaction, I stare down at the wetness she left on my stomach before arching a stern look at her.
“Look at this mess, Juliette. ”
Her breathing is ragged as her eyes drop and then return unapologetically to mine. “Is that a complaint?” she asks sassily, rolling her lips inward to mask her smile.
“Lick it up,” I command. “And then let me suck your cum from your tongue.”