Both of her hands worked my length while her mouth continued to suck, and I decided that I likely wouldn’t ever be the same again.
I’d never be able to look at her mouth, or those hands, without thinking of this moment.
“Ah, fuck,” I growled, belly clenching and balls drawing up in anticipation.
My hands went to her hair and I roughly pulled her off of my cock.
Before she could say a word, I was rolling her onto her belly, positioning myself behind her, and grabbing my cock to feed it into her pussy.
The moment that my tip touched her heat, I swear to all that’s holy, I saw the light.
I sank inside, a groan leaving my throat as I did.
“Sweet baby Jesus, you’re wide.” She keened in surprise at my girth.
That would’ve made me feel great if I wasn’t so focused on not coming.
My eyes were squeezed shut, and I was literally pleading with my body to hold on.
But then she started to rock back in little tiny increments, taking my cock in and out of her tight pussy like she was testing the waters.
“I need you to move,” she pleaded. “I’m like seconds away.”
Then she pulled herself off of my cock, and slammed herself backward, causing me to momentarily lose all brain function.
When I finally got back to myself it was to find that I was fucking her so hard that she was crying out with each thrust.
“Fuck yes, Saint!” she cried, air sawing in and out of her lungs. “Please. Harder. More.”
I couldn’t give her more.
I literally had no strength left.
I moved until I had her pinned to the bed with my body, and slowly rocked my cock in and out of her, trying to regain control but realizing rather quickly that it was likely futile.
She didn’t seem to care, though.
Her cries of pleasure were sent directly into my ear as I slowly filled her up.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and the band of my underwear was now currently cutting off circulation to my balls.
But I couldn’t focus on anything else but the way she was making me feel.
The way she felt so tight and hot surrounding my cock. The way her back felt like silk against my chest. The way my pubic bone ground down into her fleshy, supple ass.
I growled and ran my lips along the length of her shoulder, pressing kisses here and there until she gasped and started to tighten even further around me.
Then her scream filled the air, letting me know that she’d come.
Though the way she tightened? That would’ve been a dead giveaway. I’d never, not ever in my life, felt anything so fantastic.
Unable to stop myself, I followed in her wake, shooting hot spurts of cum into the depths of her pussy.
When my body finally stilled inside and on top of hers, the only thing that could be heard in the room was our labored breathing.
“I think,” she whispered. “I might be able to go to sleep now.”
I rolled us off the bed, keeping her tightly clutched to me, as I pulled her in the direction of the bathroom.
Only once we were on top of the tiled floor did I pull out.
She hissed at the feel of my cock leaving her, and I couldn’t stop myself from palming her pussy, feeling the rush of my release as it fell free of her depths.
The bad thing was, not once did I care to even consider the consequences of our actions.
All I could think about was how fucking hot it was that she was dripping with me.
“Messy,” she admitted as she pulled away.
I caught her by the hip, spun her around, and pressed up against her again.
She gasped, her back moving until it was pressed against the shower door.
“You’re going to kill me,” she informed me when I finally pulled away.
I placed one last kiss onto the tip of her nose before I pulled away completely and walked to the sink to wash my hands.
I heard her sit on the toilet and reach for the toilet paper, and I dried my cock off with a towel after drying my hands.
It was only after I was finished that I realized that she hadn’t been snoring.
Hadn’t been for the entire night, actually. She hadn’t been asleep at all.
No wonder when I pushed my cock inside of her, it’d slid all the way home without a single hitch in the glide.
• • •
Hours later, there was a weird sort of anticipation that was practically palpable between us.
I was very much aware of where she was, and what she was doing, how her body was situated and what she was looking at.
I was also very much in need of something that only she could give me.
Yet, I wasn’t sure if I should ask for it.
My cock was just as hard now as it was the night before, and I wanted her.
Badly.
So bad, in fact, that every time I tried to focus on the television with the movie playing that she was watching—Hallmark again—I couldn’t quite concentrate.
Hell, the only saving grace I had was the fact that it was a Hallmark movie, and despite having missed half of it, I knew the formula of what was about to happen without giving it too much of my attention.
Absently, I looked out the window beside the bed and blinked at what I saw.
I looked away, then looked back just to make sure that what I was seeing was actually there.
“Umm,” I said as I twisted my body off the bed and stared in curiosity at the lake that our room overlooked. “I think that belongs to you, and not to me.”
Carolina glanced over from where she was hanging lights around the room, and her mouth fell open.
“Those are my brothers.” She sounded amused. “How do you think they got those in there?”
My sentiments exactly.
She slowly walked toward the balcony door to peer out.
I followed shortly, my eyes taking in everything there was to take in.
The day was beautiful.
In fact, I couldn’t have ever asked for something nicer.
The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and normally on a day like today, I would’ve been outside enjoying it.
Only, I couldn’t do that due to our circumstances.
The men outside, Carolina’s brothers, didn’t have the same problem.
They were holding up what looked like a boombox, a battery-powered Christmas tree, and they were singing at the top of their lungs.
Oh, and they were on jet skis.
I glanced around the lake, not able to see all of the sides, and assumed that wherever they got it in, it was likely not on any of the banks that we could see.
“They must’ve just backed the trailer right into the lake,” I guessed. “I don’t know for sure, but that would be my guess.”
She pushed open the sliding glass door, caught hold of my hand with one of hers, and walked outside.
Despite it being a beautiful day, the air was cold and crisp.
If one of those dumbasses fell into the water, they were going to freeze their proverbial and literal balls off.
Together they used their jet skis to start putting something up in the water. Then out came a post hole driver, followed shortly by duct tape, zip ties, and a few other things.
When they were done, they’d staked the Christmas tree into the water using a few poles and had also Jerry-rigged the boombox to tie to the poles, too.
Then they left, leaving their spoils behind.
“They gave me a Christmas tree.” She smiled wide, her eyes turning to survey me. “I swear, they’re not always this nice.”
I knew her brothers.
Not well, no, but I knew them.
Both of them were on the police department with me. Both were in the traffic division, though, and I didn’t see much of them at all.
However, when I did, they weren’t all that nice.
Not to say that they wouldn’t warm up if I got to know them, but t
hey definitely weren’t warm and welcoming now.
I wondered what they would do when they learned that I’d slept with their sister.
I’m sure that they definitely would have something warm to offer me… in the form of their fists connecting with my face.
And hell, I didn’t want to consider what her father would do when he learned.
Now, he was halfway welcoming. When he learned that I had feelings for his daughter? I was sure that would change rather fast.
“Oh, boy.” Carolina just shook her head. “They’re going to whine like little babies when I show them the Christmas tree you got for me. They’ll be all, ‘but we went to so much trouble and we didn’t have to.’”
She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, but the smile stayed firmly in place.
I resisted the urge to pull her into my arms, but only just barely.
She turned to look at me.
“Back to the movie?” she asked hopefully.
We’d worked out. We’d eaten breakfast and lunch. We’d washed clothes. We’d dried clothes.
Literally, short of getting up and walking out of the building, we’d done everything we could do in the room that we were provided.
“Sure,” I said, a weird feeling expanding in my chest at that smile.
It sure felt a whole lot like trouble, too.
CHAPTER 8
The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year.
-Carolina’s secret thoughts
CAROLINA
Quarantine Day Four
I was dying.
Literally, dying.
I was lying next to Saint, had been lying next to him for going on two hours now, and my body was going haywire.
There was a thump, some cursing, and a whole lot of yelling coming from the room next door, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I wished that Brielle and her roommate had been put in a different part of the hotel instead of the room right beside us.
She’d been driving me nuts all day.
Honestly, it was likely that she wasn’t being that bad. That really, what was bothering me was that I was a horndog wanting the man that’d driven me nuts all day long and was taking my frustration out on Brielle.
But this? Them screaming at two-thirty in the morning? This was something that I couldn’t get over.
Some of us wanted to sleep.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Saint grumbled when I stood up out of the bed and walked to the door that adjoined our two rooms.
“I’m going to kill them both and they won’t have to worry about freakin’ Ebola,” I grumbled darkly.
Saint chuckled from the bed and I felt the sheets shift as he sat up.
Moments later he disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom, but I didn’t turn around to make sure.
Nope, my entire focus was on the assholes next door.
I slammed my fist on the door, hopefully loud enough to be heard over their yelling.
“If y’all don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to fucking lose it!” I bellowed.
Saint started to laugh from behind me, but I was too pissed to turn my attention away.
The yelling and shouting quickly stopped, only to start right back up again when a solid thump sounded from the other side of the door. Something that sounded suspiciously like an angry fist directed toward me, as if I was the one making all the noise.
News flash, I wasn’t.
What I was, was pissed, and getting more pissed by the second.
Saint, who’d been silent up until now, caught me up around the waist and guided me back to the bed.
Only, he didn’t get in the bed with me.
He grabbed up the huge comforter that we’d just seconds ago been under, then all but dragged me outside.
He opened the door, then closed it right behind us, leaving us in blissful silence.
“I just… that woman drives me fucking insane,” I growled, wanting to punch something.
Or someone. More particularly, Brielle.
“I know,” he murmured, his voice low and deep. “Come sit with me.”
I went with him because there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
He let me go, and I shivered at the cool night air. It was brisk, for sure. Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what to think of the weather. It was much colder than it ever was at this time of year, and according to the forecaster that’d been on the five o’clock news, we might be in for some snow tomorrow.
Tonight, it felt like it was cold enough to allow for snow.
I watched him as he wrapped the large blanket around his back and then sat down. Once there, he opened up the blanket and then gestured for me to climb into his lap, which I did with nary a thought.
“Good?” he asked as he wrapped the blanket around the both of us.
“Toasty warm,” I admitted.
Not to mention he felt like heaven.
Though he was hard all over, he felt like a literal dream as I sank into his embrace.
I moved until my butt wiggled exactly where I wanted it in his lap, then I snuggled deeper to tuck my head underneath his chin.
He pulled his arms and the blanket around me tight, and then made sure that the blanket covered my toes before saying, “Better?”
“As long as they don’t come out here, I will be,” I said, feeling a delicious hardness to him underneath my butt.
He didn’t acknowledge the hard length of himself, so neither did I.
At least, I hadn’t intended to.
But the longer I sat in his lap, the warmer things were getting below my belly button until I couldn’t stop myself from squirming.
He growled low in his throat, and I felt the vibration underneath my ear where I was tucked against him.
I licked my lips as a need so strong that it felt downright explosive started to take root in my lower belly.
“You’re making me want to scream,” I finally said into the quiet.
He laughed softly, causing the hair on top of my head to move with the breath that slipped from his lips.
“Don’t worry,” he growled. “I’m making myself want to scream, too.”
He sounded amused as he slowly started to run his large hand up and down the length of my back.
“The tree’s held up well so far,” I admitted, looking out over the water at the tree my brothers had put up.
“It looks pretty cool at night. Like it’s floating,” he admitted as one of his hands slipped down to rest on the outside of my thigh, high up right under where my underwear was riding.
“I’m just wondering what the boombox is for,” I admitted as I tilted my hips slightly at the feel of his finger slipping just slightly underneath the leg of my panties.
“They’re probably going to blast you awake in the middle of the night,” he guessed. “That would be my guess, anyway. There’s no telling. Maybe it’s just for decoration, but I doubt it.”
“That sounds like my brothers,” I said as I smoothed my hand down his chest.
His abs tightened at my movement, his body freezing in anticipation.
I slowly slipped my hand underneath his t-shirt, my fingers running along the surprisingly soft hair that was covering his lower belly.
He groaned in surprise at my touch, his belly tightening even further.
Instead of going up like he was expecting me to, I went down, slowly dipping my fingers into the waistband of his underwear.
With both of us being in underwear and t-shirts, this was going to be easy.
Turning in his arms, I moved to where I was straddling his lap, my fingers moving down at the same time to push his underwear down to free his erection.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed as my hand closed around him.
With the other hand, I smoothed it up the length of his chest to come to a rest on his throat.
“I like the beard you have going on,” I said, leaning in so close to him that my breath fanned across his lips.
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nbsp; “Not really a choice,” he admitted. “Don’t have a razor or a trimmer to keep it where it usually is.”
I smoothed my hand up even farther to cup his chin, then leaned in until my mouth was pressed against his.
He inhaled sharply, his breath stealing mine straight from my lungs.
When our lips met, I squeezed his cock, causing him to groan into my mouth before taking over the kiss.
He kissed me hard, both of his hands on either side of my face now instead of holding the blanket closed.
I slowly worked his length up and down, aware of the chill at my back, but unwilling to care.
He’d just pulled the backside of my underwear to the side, his fingers delving between my pussy lips, when the door to the balcony on the other side of our barrier creaked open. Following that was Brielle and Martin bitching but sounding even closer this time.
We both froze, Saint with his fingers probing at my entrance, and me with my thumb swiping the drop of precum off of his cock.
“…for the love of God. I did not send you to her to get Ebola! I sent you to her because you like your dick sucked a certain way, and she does it that certain way!” Brielle cried out. “Just because you thought you were getting that from me is not my fault. I never said that I would suck your dick.”
Saint froze with one of his fingertips halfway inside of me.
“I can’t believe I have to share this stupid fucking hotel room with you,” Martin grumbled. “You’re lucky we have a couch, or I’d hang myself on this balcony.”
I looked toward Saint. “I’m glad we don’t have a couch.”
He chuckled softly, his finger going deeper inside of me.
I gasped, my mouth pausing over the skin of his ear, as a shaky breath left me.
In the background, I could hear the two on the balcony over from ours screaming and throwing a general walleyed fit.
But Saint and I were in our own little world.
His fingers pushed my panties even more to the side, and soon I found myself lifted up.
Seconds later he was settling his cock at my entrance, and he was urging me to sit down.
I did, taking him slowly inside of me, one small millimeter at a time.
“And another thing!” Brielle screeched.
I threw my head back and gasped when he lifted his hips up and surged upward while simultaneously pushing me down.
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