Heavens above, I was going to come from his words alone.
His fingers stroked, teased, and worked my body into a frenzy. His kisses traveled across my cheek, and he buried his face in my neck.
The water cascaded over his back, and my hands glided over his skin. “What about you?” I gasped.
“I’ll get mine, M. Don’t worry about that.”
My hand traveled around to his front, and my fingers wrapped around his dick. He said he was going to get his, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun while I got mine.
With each stroke of my hand, his fingers drove me closer and closer to the edge. “Faster,” I moaned. I was so close. My hand lost its grip on his dick, and my head fell forward onto his shoulder.
His finger rubbed my clit while another plunged inside me. “Come for me, M.”
At his words, stars exploded behind my eyes, and I moaned loud. “Yes.”
His fingers kept stroking me, drawing out my orgasm and driving me crazy. His other hand slid down my body and cupped my ass. “You’re ready for me.”
Yep, totally ready for him. “Please.”
His hand left my pussy and slid to my ass. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “It’s gonna be hard and fast. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
Me and him both. I had just come all over his hand, and my body was ready for him again. I dropped my arms over his shoulders and leaned back into the wall. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
He slowly lowered my body down onto his dick, and I let out a hissed breath.
“Holy fuck, M.”
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. That was good. That was so good.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
And he was fucking huge. It was amazing how he didn’t rip me in two. “Just stay there for a second,” I breathed out.
“Too much?” he croaked.
I shook my head. It wasn’t too much, it was just intense but oh so fucking good. “No, not at all.”
He ran his fingers up my neck and pressed his thumb to my lips. “You’re mine, Mayra. No one but you.”
I opened my lips and sucked on the tip of his thumb. I pressed a kiss to the pad and whispered against the soft pad, “Wynn.”
“Fuck, you are so hot with my dick buried inside you.” He started thrusting, slow and sweet.
He grabbed my wrists and raised my arms over my head. He held them there as he kept thrusting. I arched my back against the wall and moaned at the new position.
He went deeper
He went harder.
“Yes, God, please, yes,” I panted.
He buried his face in my neck and grunted. “Mayra,” he groaned.
I threw my head back, basking in the feel of his body pinning me against the wall and his lips against my skin. My breathing turned into gasps, and I knew I was seconds away from shattering all over again.
“With me, Mayra. Come with me,” he growled. He moved inside me, grinding hard, and driving deep.
Heaven.
I exploded again, this time feeling the throb of his dick deep while the walls of my pussy milked him.
He stopped, buried deep, and relaxed into my body. He let go of my arms, and I draped them over his shoulders. “Well, wow,” I whispered.
“You still need me to wash your back for you?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. He had just properly fucked me ten ways to Sunday, and he had just asked if I needed my back washed. “You say whatever pops in your head, don’t you, Boink?”
“I liked when you call me Wynn better.”
A smile spread across my lips. “I thought you said I could only call you Boink?”
He cupped my cheek and shook his head. “Changed my mind, M. When I’m buried deep inside you, you better call me Wynn.”
“So demanding,” I whispered.
“You have no idea how demanding I am going to be when it comes to your body, M.”
A tremor ran through my body at his words. “You really can’t say things like that when I just came two times.”
“Maybe that means you need to come a third time to feel satisfied.”
Oh no. I was completely satisfied. I was satisfied after the first one, but when it came to Boink, it was like my body would never be satisfied as long as he wanted me. “I think I’m good for at least an hour,” I laughed.
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Unwrap your legs from me, M-baby, and I’ll clean you up.”
My legs slid down his body, and I shakily stood. “Next time, we need to do that in the bed so I have time to recover before I need to walk.”
He held me close. “As long as there is a next time, I’m good with wherever.”
Oh, there was definitely going to be a next time.
And then about five hundred times after that before I would be even mildly satisfied.
*
Chapter Seventeen
Boink
“How’s the beer?”
I held up a full cup. “Sucks.”
Mayra wrinkled her nose. “Well, I think beer in general sucks, so I can’t really help judge it being good or not.”
I dropped my cup into a garbage as we walked. “Well, I can tell you, I have a pretty extensive background in beer seeing as a good part of my twenties was dedicated to drinking it instead of water, and I can tell you that shit blows.”
The craft fair shit she wanted to go to lined the street outside the lodge with the beer tasting inside the lodge. Jim and I had tasted the twelve different types of beer they offered, and I had wandered outside after Jim started talking to a couple of friends.
“Get anything good?”
She held up a bag. “There was this lady who makes wax melts. They smell like heaven. I bought a ton, but now we need to buy a wax warmer. I kind of forgot that we didn’t have one as I was filling up my bag.”
I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she was happy as hell about wax melts so I figured getting a wax warmer wouldn’t be that big of a hassle. “You hungry?”
She nodded. “Yeah. There were a few places selling food at the end.”
We made our way down the street with Mayra stopping to look at everything we saw even though she had already looked at all of the shit.
“Where are Elle and Agnes?”
Mayra lifted up a candle and smelled it. “How they get a candle to smell like the beach is beyond me,” she mumbled. She grabbed a red one and inhaled deep. “Holy hell, that smells just like an apple pie.”
I grabbed the candle and took a whiff. She was right. “How much for the candle?” I asked the woman standing by the register.
“Fifteen or two for twenty-five,” she replied.
I nodded down at the candles. “You want two of the apple ones, or you want a different scent?”
She grabbed the candle that she had said smelled like the beach. “Different.”
She got used to me giving her money to buy shit.
Though a couple of nights ago, I had caught her trying to climb on the counter to get her wallet down. She was pissed as hell when she managed to scamper up there before I could stop her, and she saw that her wallet wasn’t there anymore. She hadn’t thought that I would move it to make sure she didn’t use it.
I paid for the candles, and we headed down the way to the food tents. “Answer my question before you get distracted by something else.”
She threaded her fingers through mine and walked close to me. “They headed down to the food tents. They’re having a chili cook-off.”
“Oh hell,” I muttered. “White chili versus red chili?”
She nodded and laughed. “Yep. You should have heard them when they heard they were starting the judging. Neither had anything nice to say about the other, and I think Agnes may have spit in Elle’s pot, but she’ll deny it.”
“Still can’t believe you somehow got wrapped up in those two.”
She bumped into me with her shoulder. “Hey, I really li
ke them.”
“They’re almost twice your age, M.”
“I really don’t see your point,” she grumbled.
“You should be hanging out with the daughters, not them.”
She rolled her eyes and pulled me through a crowd of people. “I hang out with them too. Although Carnie started seeing this new guy and I don’t like him.”
“What do you mean you don’t like him?” I asked.
“Hot dog and nachos?”
I nodded. “I’m hungry. That’ll do.” Besides, the bun from the hot dog would help to soak up the nasty beer that was in my stomach. We got into line, and I stood behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “Tell me why you don’t like Carnie’s boyfriend.”
She shrugged and looked over her shoulder up at me. “I don’t know. Just a feeling I get. He seems nice to her, but there is just something that seems off about him.”
I was going to have to meet this guy. If Mayra wasn’t getting a good vibe off the guy, I didn’t want him to be hanging out around her.
“Hey, Bertha!”
We both turned to see Carnie and Wendy headed toward us. “Hey, girls,” Mayra called.
“Sweet. I’ve been wanting a hot dog but didn’t want to stand in line for one.” Wendy pulled a five out of her pocket and handed it to Mayra. “You get me a hot dog, and I’ll get you a funnel cake.”
Mayra nodded. “That is a deal I will not say no to.” She handed back the money to Carnie. “Take that back. We’re even.”
“Have you seen Bobby?” Carnie asked.
Mayra shook her head. “No.”
“He said he needed to make a phone call,” Wendy reminded her.
Carnie nodded over my shoulder. “There he is.”
Mayra scooted back into me and wrapped her hand around my arm. “You good, M?” I asked next to her ear.
She nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just trying to stay warm.”
“Hey,” Carnie called. “Over here, Bobby.”
Carnie stepped around Mayra and me. She wrapped her arms around a guy who looked to be at least ten years older than her. He stiffly put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His eyes connected with mine, and his lip curled.
Either this guy was super possessive about Carnie, or he had a problem with me and I hadn’t even talked to the guy yet.
“Wow,” I said quietly.
“Yep,” Mayra whispered.
“How old is Carnie?”
We moved forward in the line, leaving Carnie and Bobby off to the side.
“Um, I think nineteen.”
“And Agnes is okay with that guy dating her daughter?”
Mayra laughed and shook her head. “I don’t think she knows exactly what to think. She seems okay with it, but I do notice she watches them pretty closely.”
As she fucking should. It wasn’t the age gap between the two that bothered me, it was more like the vibe Mayra had picked up on. I felt it too. “Just stay away from that guy, M.”
“You didn’t even need to say that, Boink. I already decided I didn’t want to be within ten feet of the guy.”
“Dude stared me down without even having said a word to me, M.”
She looked up at me. “He did the same thing to me, Boink. I literally said hi to him and all he did was curl his lip and nod.”
“I’m gonna go get the nachos,” Wendy called.
“We’ll meet you over by the tables,” Mayra hollered back.
We made it through the line and walked over to a bunch of picnic tables with ten hot dogs.
“You really think we needed this many?” Mayra asked. She set down four hot dogs and looked at me. “I’m only going to be able to eat one ‘cause I plan to pig out on nachos as soon as Wendy gets over here with them.”
I sat down and pulled her down with me. I straddled the bench, and she nestled her backside to my front. “I plan to eat at least three of these fuckers and half of your nachos.”
“Is that so?” she laughed.
“You know it, M.”
Carnie walked over to the table and sat down on the other side with a frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Mayra asked.
She shrugged and picked at her sweater. “Bobby said he had to go. He something he needed to do.”
“On a Sunday afternoon?” I asked. “What’s the guy doing?”
“I don’t know. He said he had a few phone calls to make and then he took off again.”
Wendy walked over to the table juggling three trays of nachos in her hands. “I got extra cheese because cheese is life,” she explained as she set them down. “Where’s Bobby?”
Carnie grabbed a chip and swirled it in the cheese. “He had to leave.”
“Good,” Wendy mumbled.
“You don’t have to be such a bitch, Wendy. I know you don’t like the fact that I actually found a guy who likes me.”
Wendy blinked slowly.
Oh, hell. Shit was about to go down. Mayra cringed and shoved a bite of hot dog into her mouth.
“Excuse me? I don’t care that you have a guy interested in you, Carnie. I don’t like the fact that it’s an asshole like Bobby.”
“He’s not an asshole,” Carnie insisted.
“He just left you in the middle of your date,” Wendy pointed out. “He’s shady as hell, and you’re just sitting here pouting that the douchebag left you.”
“He is not shady.”
“Who leaves to make a phone call while on a date?”
Carnie bristled. “He said it was important, and he was only gone for ten minutes.”
“Right,” Wendy drawled. “I’m sure he was just calling his mom to check in on her.”
Elle and Agnes strolled over to our table. “What are you two bickering about?” Elle asked.
Wendy glared at Carnie. “Carnie’s sleazy boyfriend.”
“He is not sleazy,” Carnie screeched.
Elle bumped her fist with Wendy. “Thank God. I was afraid I was the only one who felt that way about the guy. He’s at least ten years older than you, Carnie.”
Seemed to be Carnie was the only one who was into Bobby.
Agnes sat down next to Carnie and put an arm over her shoulders. “Calm down, dear. He’s just a man.”
“I’m nineteen years old, Mom, and he’s the first guy who’s ever shown interest in me,” Carnie said quietly.
“But he’s not the only man in the world,” Elle pointed out. “I never married, and I think I turned out just fine.” Elle grabbed one of the hot dogs on the table and took a huge bite. “I think I’m better because of it.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.
“You got a little hot dog in your teeth, Auntie,” Wendy laughed.
“You said it, Carnie. You’re only nineteen.” Agnes gestured to Mayra and me. “Bertha is twenty-nine, and she just got married. The way I look at it, you got years before your prince charming comes along.”
“Besides,” Mayra said. “You live in a small town where the dating pool is rather small.”
Wendy scoffed. “That’s why she fell for the first new guy that rolled into town. Carnie wasn’t the only one after Bobby, but he chose her for some odd reason.”
“He’s new in town?” I asked. Alarm bells were going off in my head. What were the odds that a shady as fuck guy would come to Pines Peak right around the time Mayra and I were here?
“Yeah. He showed up last week. Had a flat tire and came into the diner looking for help.” Carnie sighed. “He was so handsome when he asked me if there was a mechanic in town.”
“Uh, he is not handsome.” Wendy curled her lip.
Agnes hushed Wendy with a look. “If we all thought the same people were attractive, this would be a boring world, Wendy. Your sister likes Bobby, and you just need to leave her alone.”
Wendy rolled her eyes. “Well, I can tell you right now. I’m a year older than Carnie, and I am more than okay waiting for a whatever guy wants me.”
; “Like that is ever going to happen,” Carnie mumbled.
“I am so glad I didn’t have a sister,” Mayra laughed.
“Oh posh,” Elle laughed. “Agie and I may argue a lot, but it was always nice to have someone there.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Mayra agreed.
“It was nice to have someone there to beat up on,” Agnes agreed.
Elle rolled her eyes, and they started bickering back and forth. Carnie glared at Wendy and stood up. “I’m heading back to the house. I’ll see you guys there.”
She disappeared into the crowd, and Wendy growled. “She was my ride home.”
Elle laughed. “That’s what you get for making fun of the guy she’s dating.” She patted Wendy on the arm. “I’ll drop you on my way.”
“You’re gonna be here ‘til the bitter end of this thing,” Wendy complained.
“So are your dad and I,” Agnes added.
Wendy turned to Mayra. “Can I please get a ride home with you guys?” She pouted out her bottom lip and clasped her hands in front of her. “Pretty please.”
Mayra tilted her head to look at me.
“Fine,” I mumbled.
Wendy pumped her fist in the air. “Ha! She totally thinks she left me here, but she didn’t,” she bragged.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of Mayra’s head. “You owe me,” I whispered.
She glanced at me and smiled. “I think I know just the way to repay you.”
*
Mayra
“Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t stop if I even wanted to,” he grunted out through clenched teeth.
My nails dug into his back, and I threw my head back. His mouth latched onto my nipple, and he sucked deep.
My idea of making up for having to take Wendy home was couch sex.
Boink seemed to be enjoying it.
I was straddling his lap with his dick buried between my legs while his mouth and hands touched every inch of me. I bounced up and down while he thrust his hips. “I’m gonna come,” I moaned.
His teeth bit down on my nipple, and my orgasm crashed into me. He grunted my name, and my pussy milked his release from him.
We had barely made it through the door before his hands had been all over me and my clothes were tossed on the floor.
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