Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Saylor
H e was in a hurry to make me come, and I was powerless to stop the onslaught of sensations. His teeth grazed my nipple before he soothed it with his tongue, and his fingers mimicked the action of him fucking me. But I wanted to be filled with his cock.
I wanted to forget about everything else and give into this feeling of free fall.
Marshall slipped off my nipple. "Are you going to come for me?"
"I thought I was supposed to hold out."
"Now what fun would that be?" he asked before sucking my nipple into his mouth, making me lose all sense of reason.
As soon as he'd come out to the pool, he'd been playful, more like he'd been when he was a teenager.
His fingers curled over that spot deep inside me, and I saw stars. He did it a second time, while the heel of his palm ground against my clit, and his tongue flicked against my nipple. The combination was too much to resist.
I cried out as the orgasm rushed through me, and I held onto Marshall like he was my lifeline. I needed him to keep me together. Otherwise, I'd fly apart.
Then he kissed me, and I was vaguely aware that he'd untied my bottoms and reached around to the do the same to my top. He pulled away long enough to push down his trunks. Then I was in his arms, my legs surrounding his waist as he thrust into me.
The feel of him inside me was incredible. He was so big everywhere.
He tensed. "I forgot to grab a condom."
"Do we need one?" I asked him. We'd hadn't forgone condoms when we were teens because I wasn't on birth control at the time. "I'm on birth control, and I was tested after you-know-who."
Marshall gave me a tight nod. "I'm clean too."
I wrapped my arms more tightly around his shoulders. "Then I don't need anything but you."
My words spurred him on. He thrust into me with purpose, as if our time was limited and he was worried I'd change my mind.
I had no intention of leaving him before the summer was over. I was helpless to resist him. I clung to him, expecting him to support me, to not let me down. And as he thrust one more time deep and released inside me, I let him in, all the way in.
Whatever happened at the end of the summer, I'd deal with it. It was worth getting to be with Marshall again like this. Was he destined to be a short time in my life, coming in when I needed him the most, or were we meant for more?
It was impossible to know, and only time would tell. Time that seemed to move faster with each passing day.
He eased himself out of me and set me on my feet. Then he sat on the bench and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lulled with the water and the feel of his arms supporting me.
We were quiet for a few minutes, content to be in each other's arms. Eventually, he set me on the bench and got out. "I'm going to grab a few snacks and our wine. Be right back."
He moved across the patio to get a towel and wrapped it around his waist. As he leaned over to grab the wine bottle and glasses, his back muscles flexed.
He was strong and capable yet still worried about his role in his daughter's life. My heart was opening more for him every day.
I sat in the hot tub, enjoying the bubbling water and the heat. I waited for each muscle to relax and my mind to let go.
He returned with a plate of cheese, grapes, and crackers.
"This looks great."
His brows wiggled. "I thought you might want a snack after our competition."
I smirked. "It was enjoyable."
He smiled as he set his legs in the water. "You have a good time at my parents'?"
"I survived it. No one suspected that we were anything more than roommates."
He arched a brow. "Did you think they would?"
"Do they know about us hooking up as teens?" I asked him.
"I never told anyone I was seeing you, and I don't remember running into my brothers around town. They were kind of wrapped up in themselves."
"That's good then. They won't suspect anything."
His brow furrowed. "You want to keep us a secret?"
"I thought that was the plan. Summer is short, and we don't need to give Hayden false expectations," I said reasonably, even as my heart beat faster at his question.
"But what do you want?" He popped a grape into his mouth.
"I'm just getting out of a serious relationship, or what I thought was serious anyway. I don't know that I'm ready for anything new."
He nodded. "And I should be focused on Hayden."
"I thought we were going to do what felt good and see where it goes?" I asked, remembering his words.
He shrugged. "I just wondered if things had changed for you."
"I'm only here for a short time, and I don't have anything to offer you. At some point, I'll probably be paranoid about you cheating. I'm a mess honestly."
He sighed. "You're not a mess. Your ex probably did the same thing to other girls. It was never about you. You shouldn't let him have any influence over your life. Are you going to let him stop you from being happy?"
I frowned, not liking his characterization of me. "No."
He caressed my cheek. "Then forget about him. He's not even worth a second thought."
I was letting Flynn affect my life, and it meant that he was still able to reach me. I didn't like it. "I'll give us a chance."
"Now let me feed you." He grabbed a grape and slipped it between my lips. It was surprisingly sensual. Then he handed me a piece of cheese.
"Do I get to feed you?" I asked, moving between his legs.
"Yes, please." His eyes heated with desire as I stood straighter, my breasts now visible above the water. I reached across his thigh to grab a grape and held it to his mouth. His lips parted for me, and he sucked my fingers.
I swayed against him, my nipples brushing his chest. His dick was already hardening between us. "I want to taste you."
I gripped his dick, marveling at the way it hardened even more beneath my touch. Then I licked the tip. I wanted to make him feel good. It felt like an intimate act.
I looked up at Marshall under my eyelashes, and his hand came to rest in my hair, a comforting presence as I licked and then sucked him into my mouth.
He hissed, his hips pressing upward, seeking the heat of my mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his tells: the tightening of his grip in my hair, the flex of his thighs. He wanted this. He wanted me.
I felt beautiful and powerful. Maybe I could bring this man to his knees. Maybe I could make him see only me.
The flash of vulnerability made me wonder if I was enough for him. Or whether he'd go looking for someone else, but I quashed that. Marshall wouldn't do something like that.
"Saylor," he warned, but I didn't pull off. I doubled down on my efforts to make him come down my throat.
He came with a roar, and I swallowed every jet of his cum, feeling like I was the only one who could make him feel like that.
He caressed my hair. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to."
He set me in his lap again and fed me from the platter of food. It was nice. I felt cared for and seen. His phone was on a chair across the hot tub where he could hear it if his daughter needed him, but where he wouldn't be distracted by it or someone else.
I was enough for him. At least for the summer.
I woke up alone in my room. When we got out of the hot tub last night, Hayden had called for a ride, and I went upstairs to shower and climb into bed. At some point, the mattress had dipped with Marshall's weight, and I reveled in the feel of his arms around me.
But this morning, he was gone, and the bed beside me was cold. I understood that he didn't want Hayden to catch him in bed with me, at least not until we talked to her about us.
The problem was that I'd agreed to keep things quiet last night. I couldn't just change my mind and decide I wanted more, especially when my life was somewhere else, and not on this island. It wouldn't be fair to make promises I couldn't keep to Marshall or Hayden.
The smell of pancakes wafted under my door, and I rushed to get dressed, dragging a brush through the snarls in my hair. It hadn't been a good idea to go to bed with wet hair. I pulled on a T-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs.
Hayden was already seated at the counter, eating pancakes.
"Morning," I chirped, perkier than usual. I had a feeling it had everything to do with the orgasms last night.
"Hi," Hayden said.
"Did you have fun last night?" I asked her.
"We did each other's nails." She wagged her fingernails in front of me to show off the hot-pink polish.
"Looks great." I sat next to her, and Marshall slid a plate in front of me with blueberry pancakes. These were quickly becoming my favorite breakfast. It probably wasn't healthy, but it would always remind me of this summer with Marshall and his daughter.
The thought of moving out of this house and returning to the city didn't feel great. I didn't even have a home.
I probably needed to start looking for a new place, but I didn't feel motivated to do that. Not when I was so happy here.
"Why are you up so early?" I asked Hayden.
"I'm volunteering today. They want to create a nature path through the woods by the center for the kids who visit."
"That sounds nice," I said.
"Yeah, we just have to clear the path and plan the butterfly garden which will be built at the edge of the trail."
"Phyllis keeps the kids busy," I said.
"Yeah, but it's fun. I like talking to everyone there. I thought older people were boring, but they're actually really funny."
I exchanged a smile with Marshall. This is what he wanted for her, and it was great that she was meeting new people and having good experiences. She needed to get outside of her bubble and explore life a bit more.
"You're never going to want to leave," I said to her, thinking I felt the same.
Hayden nodded. "I thought it would be boring to live on an island, but it's not."
"There's so much to do, and it gets busy during tourist season."