Chapter 9 #3
He brushes my cheek with his fingertips. “You’re allowed to want good things, Winter. More than that, you deserve them.” He slants his mouth over mine, and I sink into the kiss. This one is different. It’s not just fueled by hormones and lust. There’s more, and it scares the hell out of me.
But then BJ unbuckles my life jacket. “Thank you for opening up to me. I know it’s not easy.” He kisses me again, soft and slow, in no hurry to move things along.
Lust is a much easier emotion to deal with.
And maybe he knows this too. He breaks the kiss so we can take off our life jackets and drape them over the handlebars.
His arm comes around my waist, and his fingers splay across my stomach.
His warm chest presses against my back and his other hand trails down my thigh.
The hand on my stomach moves to cup my breast, thumb sweeping over my nipple through the fabric.
Desire pools low in my belly, and an ache flares between my thighs. “This is my new favorite spot on the lake.”
“Mine too, for a very different reason than it was a few minutes ago.” He nips at my neck and tugs one cup of my bikini top to the side, exposing my nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and finger, then tugs.
I moan and arch, wanting more of his touch, of his lips on my skin.
He bites my earlobe. “I fucking love that sound, Snowflake.” He shifts his other hand, cupping me through the bikini bottoms.
I make another needy sound. “Touch me, please.”
“I am touching you.” He rubs over the fabric. His index finger finds my clit and circles it.
I roll my hips and do us both a favor by shoving the fabric to the side and guiding his fingers back to my bare skin. I sigh. “That’s so much better.”
He pinches my clit between his index and middle finger. Then rubs slow circles. Sensation rockets through me, need and desire taking over.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder. “Good fucking Christ. All week long I’ve been waiting for this.” The sun sinks toward the horizon. The beam of light we’re sitting in flickers like a bulb that needs to be changed.
“You and me both,” BJ murmurs. “So goddamn sexy.”
“You better not take us back to second base after this.” I cover his hand and guide it lower.
“It was hard enough to hold out this long. The only reason we’d take a step back is because you ask for it.”
“Not gonna happen.”
He eases a single finger inside me, curls it, then adds a second.
I open my eyes and glance down to where his tattooed hand moves between my thighs. “That’s so hot,” I mutter, more to myself than to him.
“What’s hot is the way you’re getting off watching me finger-fuck you.” He pulls the other cup down so both my breasts are bared.
He withdraws his fingers and circles my clit again, my pussy clenching, the throb between my thighs expanding. The pressure builds, and then he’s sliding three fingers inside, pumping hard and fast, his palm adding just the right amount of friction against my clit.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chant as I roll my hips, chasing the high and feeling his erection pressed against my lower back.
“That’s it…” He bites the edge of my jaw. “So fucking sexy. The next time I make you come, I’ll be fucking you with my tongue.”
The filthy, hot words coming out of his mouth are a surprise, although they probably shouldn’t be, and they absolutely do the trick. “Oh shit.”
I clamp my hand around his wrist and grind against his fingers on a low moan. And then I’m coming so hard, the world is washed with white and stars burst in my vision. I ride it out, wave after wave of intense pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life.
I sag against BJ, breaths shallow and uneven. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move his hand, but he places soft kisses along the edge of my jaw.
Eventually I unclamp my hand from around his wrist and watch as he slowly withdraws his fingers.
I fully expect him to rinse them in the lake, but instead, the hand on my breast slides up to cup my chin, and he turns my head so our lips almost meet.
And then he drags his wet finger along my bottom lip.
“What are you—”
I don’t get to finish my question because he sucks my lip between his. His groan makes everything clench all over again. He pulls back, eyes hooded with lust, and then he sucks the fingers that were inside me into his mouth.
I can’t even begin to imagine what my expression must be. “You’re a dirty fucker, aren’t you?”
He grins. “A little, yeah.”
I awkwardly turn around on the watercraft, nearly tipping it in the process, but BJ steadies us so I can climb into his lap. The top of my bikini is still askew, and the bottoms are pulled to one side, half my ass and crotch exposed, but I don’t give a flying fuck.
I tug the spiral tie free from his hair and almost toss it in the water, but remember where we are and slide it on my wrist instead.
Then I fuse my mouth to his, moaning at the taste of myself on his tongue.
His hands go to my ass, and he squeezes when I roll my hips.
And then I feel him, hard and thick against me.
“Fingerbang Friday is my favorite,” I mumble.
“Just wait. Tongue-Fuck Tuesday is gonna blow your mind.”
And that’s the moment another boatercycle comes into the alcove and sends a wave splashing over us.