5. Ivy #3
Good. The thought flares hot and possessive in my mind. I want to wreck him the way he’s already wrecked me.
I take him deeper still, relaxing my throat, letting saliva coat him until it drips down my chin in messy strings. His hand finds my wet hair, fingers tangling tight in the heavy strands without pushing, just anchoring himself like he’s afraid he’ll fly apart.
The slight sting at my scalp sends sparks racing over my skin. His breathing turns ragged, hips bucking in shallow thrusts he can’t seem to control. I feel the tension coiling in his powerful thighs, the way his cock swells even thicker against my tongue, pulsing with imminent release.
Just as victory feels seconds away, he yanks me off him with a rough growl. The sudden emptiness in my mouth makes me gasp, lips swollen and glistening, strands of saliva connecting us for one filthy second before they break.
My chest heaves, nipples tight and aching against the damp triangles of my bikini top, every nerve alight and screaming for more.
“Time’s not up,” I protest, voice wrecked and breathless, the words spilling out before I can stop them.
“I know.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to argue. His mouth crashes down on mine in a kiss that’s pure sin—hard, filthy, claiming. He tastes himself on my tongue, the evidence of what I’ve done, and the groan that vibrates from his chest into mine tells me exactly how much he fucking loves it.
Large hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly. The world tilts as he lays me back on the cushioned lounge, the sun-heated fabric sticking to my damp skin. My heart slams against my ribs so violently I’m sure he can hear it, a wild drumbeat of anticipation and dark, trembling need.
My inner thoughts scatter and reform in a dizzying spiral: This is insane. His brothers are right there. The sun is too bright, exposing every flush, every quiver.
And yet I arch into him anyway, legs parting instinctively, body already aching to be filled, owned, ruined right here where anyone might see. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave the way his gaze devours me like I’m the only thing that exists. But I do. God, I do.
"West—"
"Right here," he says, voice rough. "In the sun. Where I can see everything."
The stretch hits me first as West unties my bikini bottom and hooks my legs over his broad shoulders, the backs of my thighs burning from the sudden fold. My breath stutters out in a shaky gasp, lungs seizing against the raw intensity of being opened so completely beneath the unrelenting sun.
Every inch of me feels exposed, slick folds parting wider around the thick head of his cock as he presses forward.
"You talk a lot for someone who can barely breathe," he murmurs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating against my calf.
Then he's sinking inside me, inch by deliberate inch, stretching my walls with a slow, burning fullness that forces a strangled cry from my throat.
The sensation is overwhelming, velvet heat dragging along every sensitive nerve until my mind blanks out entirely. I can't form words, can't even remember how to inhale properly.
All that exists is the heavy, pulsing weight of him buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass, the faint slap of skin meeting skin drowned out by the distant ripple of pool water and the thunder of my own pulse in my ears.
He sets a maddeningly steady rhythm, unhurried strokes that drag the thick ridge of his cock along that devastating spot inside me over and over.
The sun beats down like a brand across my flushed breasts and stomach, sweat beading between them, while the heated cushion clings damply to my back.
West's piercing blue eyes never leave my face, drinking in every flutter of my lashes, every bitten lip, every helpless roll of my hips as I chase more of that exquisite friction.
The salt of my own sweat mixes with the faint chlorine drifting from the pool, and beneath it all, the musky scent of our joined bodies rises, raw and intoxicating.
"You look good in the sun," he says, voice low and rough as gravel. "You look better like this, pussy dripping around me, legs shaking."
I try to snap something back, anything to regain some sliver of control, but it dissolves into a broken, keening moan that echoes off the stone tiles.
My inner walls flutter wildly around his girth, greedy and shameless, milking him with every deep thrust while shame and filthy pleasure twist together in my chest.
This is too much. Dina might still be inside finishing up. I'm spread open like this, tits bouncing with every thrust, and I can't stop clenching, can't stop wanting him to wreck me completely.
His fingers find my swollen clit, circling with maddening precision, the calluses on his fingertips creating the perfect rough drag against my slick, sensitive flesh.
The pressure coils brutally fast in my core, a white-hot spiral winding tighter with every relentless snap of his hips and swirl of those talented fingers.
Sweat trickles down my temples, between my breasts; the sun's heat only amplifies every sensation until my skin feels like it's on fire from the inside out.
"West—" The plea tears from me, raw and desperate, my voice cracking.
"I know. I can feel it, the way your tight little cunt is squeezing me, begging to come."
His rhythm never falters, steady and merciless, each powerful thrust jostling my entire body against the lounge while his fingers work my clit in tight, perfect circles.
The orgasm crashes into me without warning, sharp and devastating, ripping through my nerves like lightning. My vision whites out completely, back arching violently off the cushion as my walls spasm and gush around his cock, thighs trembling uncontrollably over his shoulders.
A raw, guttural cry tears from my throat, echoing across the private pool area while wave after wave of blinding pleasure wrack me, my juices coating his shaft and dripping down to soak the fabric beneath us.
He follows with a choked groan only seconds later, hips stuttering hard against me as he buries himself to the root.
The hot, thick pulse of his release floods my spasming channel, filling me until I feel it leaking out around his still-thrusting cock, sticky and warm.
His breath fans hot and ragged against the sensitive skin of my neck, teeth grazing there as the last shudder rolls through both of us, leaving me limp and trembling beneath his heavier frame.
For a long moment, we just breathe, chests heaving in sync while the sun continues to warm our sweat-slicked skin and the pool sparkles indifferently nearby.
The world hadn't ended after all.
I blink up at him, utterly breathless and dazed, a shaky grin tugging at my lips despite the way my body still quivers with aftershocks. "You're so obsessed with me."
West smirks, that rare, devastating curve of his mouth that always hits me somewhere deep and low. "You have no idea."