CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CASH
My arms clamp around her—one over her waist, the other protecting her head because it isn’t that deep here and we catapulted ourselves into the water. Like we were shot from a goddamn cannon. Naked. And fucking.
Against all odds, my dick is still firmly lodged inside her.
Stubborn bastard.
It’s a testament to our athletic training, my desperation for this woman, and how soft and warm and sublime the inside of her cunt is—exquisite is an understatement.
I want to fucking live inside her.
We sink and roll as a unit—impressively synchronized—until I push off the bottom and we breach the surface, in dramatic geyser fashion. Water blasts toward the dark, billowing clouds, announcing our arrival, only to splash back down in stinging pellets, where we’re bobbing as one.
Tangled limbs. Gasping breaths. And shocked laughter.
I wish I could bottle that melodic sound.
I will make it my personal mission to produce an abundance of it.
Sylvie’s had too much stress and heartache, and I know we’ve got some heavy shit in store.
But here, in my arms, she’s lighter. Free.
I’ve banked my whole life on winning, and her happy, like this, is by far my greatest victory.
She leans her head against my shoulder, swiping at the droplets speckling her face while I do the same. “I think you overshot, Noire.”
I press my hand between her legs and nip at the slope from her neck to her shoulder. “I’m still jammed in your pussy, so I aimed just right.”
“You got there with a tad too much oomph.” She huffs a breathy laugh, her inner walls hugging my shaft with a dizzying pulse. “Knowing your own strength is important. What if you’re wedged in there for good?”
“I warned you I’d chain your body to mine. Don’t tempt me with methods. I can think of no greater fate.” I direct her face to mine so I can seize her lips.
She has to crane her neck, but neither of us is prepared to disconnect elsewhere. Several feral swipes and groans compose a kiss that shoots right to my cock. Then the music snags my attention.
As if our circus trick of mid-coital diving wasn’t enough to produce hysterics, the song crooning from her phone is “I Wanna Sex You Up.”
There were a few others that were odd choices for mood music too. “Like a Virgin” and “I Touch Myself” absolutely stuck out.
“What the fuck is this playlist, Palmer?”
She bursts out cackling, as if she just caught the current selection too. “Don’t ask me. Your brother saw me sneaking up here—”
Before she has a chance to finish that, I pull out of her and whip her around so we’re face-to-face and chest-to-chest for this interrogation. “In nothing but my goddamn T-shirt?”
“Which was down to my knees, like an Amish dress.” She slants her head and arches her brows, annoyed by my possessiveness over her attire.
She shouldn’t expect that to change. I want to spoil her with pretty things, but keep her all to myself. Locked away, safe and hidden from the prying eyes of assholes like me.
“Anyway,” she drawls, “he told me these songs would relax you.”
I hook her legs around my waist, eating up every morsel of space between us. “Maddox?”
“Yep.” She threads the hair at my nape through her fingers while subtly grinding her cunt on my irate dick. “I think Tessa told him I was gearing up to talk to you because she’d mentioned you were swimming about a half hour before I came out, and he intercepted me on my way.”
“Did you play it in order?” When she nods, I relay my theory. “It was an escalation. Subtle messages about us getting it on, with a few normal selections mixed in to throw us off, until he beat us over the head with the idea.”
“I think I heard Marvin Gaye. Your family is so freaking weird.” Her whole face lights up with that astute observation. “I love it.”
“Good. They love you, and you’re stuck with them.
” I grip her wet strands, tilting her head to the angle I want it to devour her lips again, but after another few swipes of my tongue, my greed for her wins out.
“I need to fuck you now. Regardless of the cheesy, mood-killing soundtrack. I planned on trying to spare the pool from having to be drained, but we’re in it now. ”
She widens her spellbinding eyes. “That won’t be embarrassing at all.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got shit on all of them.”
“Just like they do on you,” she sings.
I will be circling back to that because someone spilled shit they shouldn’t have, but we’re not getting waylaid now.
“The pool can be drying.” I flick her clit, though it probably lacks the sting beneath the water, before I plunge two fingers inside her. “Are you good?”
“More than good.” She tightens around the invasion and bites my bottom lip, her gaze firmly locked on mine when she extends a soothing lick. “Are you always going to be so overprotective?”
“There is no such thing as being overprotective when it comes to shielding a treasure. But two things can happen simultaneously. I will fuck you in every position imaginable, putting your gymnastics training to good use and ravishing your body, while I’m taking care of you.
” I wink and move us forward. “Was me behind you good?”
She releases a seductive whistle as she nods. So fucking sexy.
Holding her against me, I swim on my back until I reach the traitorous float.
This time, it won’t be able to eject us.
I place it on the tanning ledge like I did before and lay her on top, stomach down.
With me standing between her thighs. On second thought, I maneuver us so her legs are pushed together and mine are bracketing her.
She’s been loosened up, so I think she can handle the tighter fit.
We’ve had enough distraction and more chatting than I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve loved every fucking minute, but I need to make her come again before I do, and my balls are aching. So, without warning, I thrust inside her.
She cries out immediately, her knuckles blanching on the sides of the pool bed as she holds on for dear life.
“You can take it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” I keep my rhythm slow for the first four or five pumps—in and out and savoring the sight of each barbell disappearing inside her—but when she lifts her hips in an offering, I let myself go.
She’s so fucking responsive. I knew she’d come with shallow penetration, but her entire body is a live wire with me slamming into her.
Her puffed exasperations of, “Yes,” and, “More,” and, “Right there,” are a strong confirmation too. I’d say my piercings are hitting just right from this angle.
And, Christ, the view is enough to take me out. Her luscious heart-shaped ass and toned physique are mouthwatering. There’s a dip below her ribs and two dimples dotting her lower back. And every inch of her smooth skin is a shimmery golden tan.
“So gorgeous, Sylv. Fucking mine.” I grit my teeth, determined to hold out until she reaches her climax even though I’ve never been this hard in my life.
Taking her raw is intoxicating. Leaning forward, I gather her thick strands that have fallen free from her knot and clutch them until her chin is forced up.
“Oh fu—oh,” she mutters, utterly nonsensical.
I thought she’d like that. Contradictory sensations seem to send her soaring. With her legs floating in the water, her nipples grazing the fabric raft, her scalp tingling, and my cock filling her, she’s undone.
Goose bumps sprout on her spine and arms, where her skin is uncovered by water. I know that means she’s close.
“Time to start begging, Sly.”
Because she’s a competitive little bandit who yearns to snatch the win in every fucking situation, she hears my taunt and raises me.
Using her core strength, she pushes back with zeal, which has me so fucking deep that the entertainment area streaks to a blur of lights and flames and dots of blue.
A guttural groan roars from my lungs. Then she squeezes with everything she’s got, the walls of her pussy clamping down and strangling my cock.
“Fucking hell, baby.” I ram into her, my knees weak and my mind gone. “You feel so … Jesus Christ.”
“Praying is a nice touch, but I think you should beg.” She can’t quite turn her head, but she strains to glance at me, shoving her ass into me again. “I’d like to hear you fall apart, pretty boy.”
She talks a good game, but her voice is thick with the haze of desire. She won’t last much longer, but neither will I. Her sassy confidence is wrecking me damn near as much as how spectacular she feels.
I slide my hand beneath her taut stomach, hover over her, and yank her up a little more by her hair.
With another punishing thrust inside her sopping heat, I sink my teeth into her shoulder and rasp my demand.
“If you wanted to annihilate me with your heavenly cunt, mission accomplished. I’m as destroyed as you are. Come with me, Sylvie.”
She turns her head in my grip, just enough to glimpse me, and a devilish smirk quirks her lips.
What I see as a friendly truce and a demand, she views as a plea.
I let her have her victory because within seconds of her triumphant side-eye, she practically screams, throttling my dick like I’ve never fucking experienced.
It siphons all the thoughts and breath and restraint from me.
My orgasm strikes like a clap of thunder, and my vision darkens.
Electricity zips up my spine, my balls tighten until they’ve fucking crawled inside me, and my thrusts become jerky spasms, accompanied by unintelligible curses.
I let go of her hair and lift her enough so I can wrap my arms around her while tremors rack through both of us.
This woman is bewitching. I told her when we were in Florida that she was in me. But it’s more than that. I am possessed by her. And we’re just beginning. It’s fucking nerve-racking.