22. The Best Ever
THE BEST EVER
ROSALIND
A man rarely worshipped me in the way Lars did. In three days, I’d had more fun than I’d had for the last six months of my relationship with Callan. He was the best lover I’d had in years—until whatever this was with Lars—until I figured he’d moved on with our friend. But Callan was so far in the rearview mirror now. My cup runneth over with spank bank material after this week. Lars was a god among men when it came to cunnilingus. He ate me out on the benches at the dining table before fucking me on the table. We went at it three times between the evening, putting up lights and waking up the following day.
I didn’t deserve all of this adoration, but damn if I didn’t want it. We spent the day together, soaking up his win. After having lunch at a Cuban food festival, we returned to the family cruiser, claiming we still had work to do. There was nothing left to do besides putting up a few more decorations. The light show was certified good enough the night before. No, we wanted to get in one more round.
“What do you want from me, Rose? More than anything?” Lars asked, kissing me against the galley cupboards.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, focusing on how hard his cock felt through his shorts as he pressed me up against the cabinets. “I want you to take me above deck, but that’s unattainable.”
“You’re so naughty,” Lars said. He bit my earlobe.
“Just take me with abandon in the bed. Treat me like I’m the best you ever had.”
Lars picked me up, racing me to the bedroom. He tossed my shorts and knickers aside, not taking time with my top. He filed through his wallet for a condom but came up short.
“There’s the stash. It’s good enough,” I said breathlessly.
“It will do. If I don’t have you, I’ll be forever disappointed,” Lars said.
We managed to scramble and find a prophylactic. Lars wasted no time, pulling me by my thighs towards him and thrusting inside me. He put my legs on his shoulders and pumped into me—faster and harder by the moment. I grabbed the pillows behind me for dear life and screamed.
“Oh, fuck me Lars!”
“Cum for me, Rose,” Lars pleaded, breath short.
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
Without hesitation—whether true or not—he complied. “You’re… the best… I’ve ever had.”
“Yes, oh God, yes!” I came hard, shuddering. My eyes rolled back, then refocused as I descended from my high.
“Good girl, Rose.”
“You want me, don’t you?”
“Like you’d never know,” Lars uttered. “So much.”
“Oh, fuck. Your cock feels so good.”
“Your pussy is perfect. I’m going to cum if we don’t stop this.”
“Cum. I want you to cum inside me,” I said.
It didn’t take long. Our quickie culminated in Lars having what I assumed was a delightful orgasm. He gripped my knees and shuddered, finishing with an impressive final pump. Lars kissed my ankles before slowly letting my legs fall to his side and pulling out of me.
“You are… too fucking much, Rose,” Lars said. He tossed the condom in the bin and returned it to me.
“This is so good. I cannot help myself.”
“I dreaded this trip,” Lars admitted. “Now, all I can think about is how good it all feels. You made it so much better, Rose.”
Lars kissed my forehead sweetly and pulled me towards him. I buried my head in his chest, not minding that we were both sweaty messes. I loved the way his cologne smelled. I lapped up the feeling of his heart racing. I’d made him lose himself. Gone was the gruff-appearing man I’d always assumed he was. Here, he was whatever I wanted him to be. He was devoted to me and my pleasure.
“I will return to Scotland with the most unimpressive tan but lots of good memories,” I giggled.
“Would you ever mind if I dropped in?” Lars asked. “Whatever the fuck this is… why can’t we do it again if neither of us is otherwise taken?”
I stared into his eyes. “Really? You’d bother to come up there?”
“It’s practically on the way home, right?” Lars asked. “Sure. For a night with you, I’d move mountains, Rose. I hate to admit it, but this is the best sex I’ve had. There is something so good about this. You’re relentless and completely unrestrained.”
I blushed. “Sure. If neither of us is caught up with anyone else, why not? Friends with benefits never appealed before, but this is too good. I’m a weak woman for a man who can make me cum like this.”
“Fine. Someday, I’ll drop in and risk bodily harm to give you an orgasm.”
“My brothers are rarely around,” I said. “We can have a lazy weekend of doing nothing but shagging.”
“That sounds fucking glorious.”
“First, though, we must win this boat parade, darling.”
“Of course. It’s too much fun, and we’ve put in too much time, Rosalind.”
“Exactly. Who wouldn’t want to award us the prize?”