by London Hale
I moved my lips up to her neck, palming her breasts as well. “We’re too high, and that’s the lake behind you.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I bet the view is fabulous.”
“This one’s better.” I ran a finger over her cheek, down her neck, along her collarbone. She was gorgeous. Stunning. A study in form and function. Curvy but lithe, muscled but soft. “You are beyond beautiful.”
Sam smiled up at me, giving me one last sweet kiss. “You probably say that to all the girls.”
There was no self-consciousness in her tone, no sense of seeking info. That didn’t matter though. I wanted her to know. To understand my obsession. “No. None. It’s been you since I moved here. I swear it.”
She shook her head, lips parted as she ran her hands up and over my chest. “How are you real?”
“I was about to ask you the same question.” I leaned in for another kiss, but she refused me. With the naughtiest smirk imaginable, she dropped down, settling on her knees between my legs and the glass. “Sam?”
“You got to taste me,” she said as she gripped my hips. “It’s my turn to have some fun.”
Oh fuck. I pressed both hands to the window, staring down as my girl grabbed my cock. As she glanced up at me with that confidence I’d always admired. My thighs shook and my knees almost gave out when she stroked me. Her hand was hot and soft, so much better than my own. But her lips? The feel of them brushing the tip of my cock while she stared up at me with a sultry grin?
Life-changing.
“My girl.” I rocked slightly, groaning as she took me between those plump lips. I wanted to capture the moment forever, to memorize every detail of the picture before me. Sam, naked and on her knees, the ferry lights in the distance behind her white against the black of night, and our own reflections shining back at me. A picture of seduction and lust. So fucking perfect.
“Your girl wants to feel you come on her tongue.” Sam opened wide, swallowing me down without a single bit of hesitation. Teasing the underside of my cock before drawing me in deep.
I wanted to close my eyes, to fall into the sensations of her sucking my cock, but the view was too filthy. Lips pulled tight around me, her eyes staring into mine. Her tan fingers gripping me tight as she tried to take more. There was no way I was going to last more than a few minutes.
I thrust slowly, pressing deeper on every pass. Giving her time to adjust as I held myself back from flat-out fucking her face. I wanted to—felt the need to fist her hair and pull her against me until I came down her throat—but tonight wasn’t the night for that. We’d play those games later. No matter how good this all felt, what I really wanted wasn’t her mouth or her hand. Which was why I couldn’t let her continue.
“Get up here. I don’t want to come in your mouth our first time together.” I pulled Sam to her feet, groaning as my cock slid out of her mouth. So fucking pretty. I herded her until her back touched the glass and smiled when she hissed at the contact. “Cold, baby?”
“A little.”
“Not for long.” I pressed my hips to hers, grinding my cock against her. “What do you need me to do here, Sam? Should I get protection? I’m clean, I swear.”
She shivered as I reached down and rolled her clit between my thumb and finger, as I teased her pussy. “I… I’m on something. And I haven’t had sex in months.”
I bit down on her neck and slid one finger back to delve through the wetness between her legs. “Fucking perfect. Everything about you is fucking perfect.”
“Quit talking and fuck me, Elliott.”
Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her into my arms and headed for the bedroom. I’d take her in front of the window later. This—our first time together—needed to be something more than a quick screw against the glass. It needed to have meaning, to have substance. It needed to be in my bed.
I carried her into my room, laying her out on my dark sheets like some sort of gift. Like an offering.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“You might’ve told me that already.” Her hands didn’t shake as she reached for me, and her smile never faltered. My girl was down to fuck, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Taking my time to kiss my way up her body, I climbed over top of Sam. I spread her legs and placed one wet, messy kiss to her clit as a reminder of the day she rode my face. My cock twitched at those memories, leaking come against the skin of her thigh as I continued moving upward. He had to wait. I was taking my time, enjoying every second that I teased her skin with my lips. Until finally, I reached her neck and allowed the rest of my body to settle on top of hers.
She wrapped herself around me, welcoming me. Clinging to me. “I’ve dreamt of this,” she whispered as I nudged my hips between her thighs.
“Me too, princess. Every night since I met you.”
There was no doubting she was ready for me. I’d felt it on my finger and lips, could feel it still on the tip of my cock as I pressed against her. She was wet and swollen. Needy. Mine. I slid inside bare, groaning as her warmth swallowed me whole, shaking as her heat and softness enveloped my cock in a way that made it almost impossible to think. Her body accepting me was everything I could have asked for, her nails digging into my shoulders everything I needed to encourage me. This was it…this was us. Finally.
I kept my thrusts slow and my hips pressed to hers. Grinding on every push forward, whispering filthy words when I was forced to pull out. Sam moaned and sighed, rocking her hips with mine. Taking me deeper on every pass.
“So soft,” I whispered against her lips. I pulled her leg up so her calf rested on my shoulder. “So fucking tight. Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” I thrust harder, moving faster as I kept her leg high. As I opened her up for me. “Want to make you come, princess. Want to feel it.”
“Just keep…that. Do that.” She arched into me as I ground my hips against hers. I did the same move again and again, repeating the pattern she seemed to like best. The one that made her eyes close and her mouth fall open. “Oh God. Elliott.”
I practically fell on her and bunny-fucked her through the mattress, the tightness in my stomach warning me of my impending orgasm. My name on her lips said in that breathy tone? My doom. Completely. I would’ve given the world to hear her say it again. Would’ve handed over everything I owned for it. Just once more.
“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” I said as I turned her slightly to increase pressure on her clit. “Are you ready to come? Is this what gets you off? Me teasing that little clit while I pound your pussy. Do I need to do more? Should I give it a little pinch to get your attention?”
I did as I said I would, pinching her clit and giving it a rub for good measure. Sam jerked and gasped, her nails dragging across my back in a way that would leave marks. I looked forward to every fucking one of them.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her entire body locked down when I rubbed her clit a second time, her breath catching as she squeezed the fuck out of my cock. One moment, one second of complete stillness from her, and then she fell. Pulsing, writhing, biting her lip as she tried to pull me closer and push me away at the same time.
I thrust through her orgasm, completely captivated by the look of intense release on her face. By the way she clung to me. And when I came, when I finally reached my pinnacle and fell over it, I did it buried deep inside her pussy. Claiming her as mine. Knowing there was no turning back from this. Ever. She just didn’t know it yet.
Much later, after cleaning up, grabbing a couple of drinks, and heading back to bed to lie naked in one another’s arms, I whispered the only words I could. The only ones that mattered.
“Stay with me.”
Sam cuddled closer, running her fingers through the hair on my chest. “We still need to talk about things.”
“I know.” I kissed the top of her head and tangled my legs with hers. “I was an idiot. I don’t know what to do here, though.”
“We’ll figure it out, but we have to do it t
ogether. This isn’t just your show.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it again.”
“Never.” I bit her ear, kissing it when she hissed. “So you’ll stay with me? At least for the night.”
“Yes, I’ll stay tonight.”
And that was going to have to be good enough. For now. I’d tackle the rest of the nights as they came.
Chapter Six
Sam
Waking up with Elliott at my back, his cock hard and seeking between my legs, was my new favorite start to the day. It’d been a week since the first time we’d slept together. Seven days of secret touches, of naughty texts and barely concealed heated looks across the quad. Seven days of the sweetest pleasure and the most agonizing torture. Having him, but not being able to shout it to the world was agony. We couldn’t go out to dinner like normal couples. Couldn’t meet in the middle of the day for lunch or coffee. Couldn’t even call each other in public, too worried about the wrong person overhearing.
But we’d made do. After that first night, we’d agreed to keep our relationship locked up tight, at least for a few months. No one could see us together, which meant no public interaction. And no one could know about us, which meant I still hadn’t told Lucy.
To make up for everything we were missing out on in public, we practically devoured each other whenever we were alone. Most of the time, that meant me sneaking into and out of his apartment, spending our nights up wrapped in each other. And fucking like we were the last two people on earth.
“Want you so bad,” he mumbled against my shoulder.
I hummed, tilting my head so he could press kisses against my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. “Maybe we have ti—” Before I could get the words out, the alarm on my phone blared, as if mocking us.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to my shoulder, his breaths hot against my bare back. I had a shift at Bundt and Grind this morning—in half an hour, actually—and Elliott had a few things to do on campus. No sleepy Saturday morning sex for us.
After shutting off my alarm, I reached back and patted his hip, intent on us both getting out of bed. But Elliott had other ideas, his hands roaming my body. Brushing against my breasts, trailing over my stomach, cupping my pussy. Instinctively, I rocked into his hold, closing my eyes and letting myself fall into the pleasure he pulled from my body. As his fingers worked expertly against my clit, I was more than halfway to an orgasm when his phone blared our backup alarm.
With a muttered curse, he reached and shut it off. He was only gone a moment, then he was right back to work. As much as I wanted to let him get me worked up all over again, we didn’t have time. I pushed his hand aside and slid out of the bed before he could drag me under with his magic fingers.
“Later.” I rested my hands on the mattress and leaned toward him to drop a kiss on his lips.
“That better be a promise, princess.”
Tossing a grin over my shoulder, I headed into the bathroom, pulling my hair on top of my head into a messy bun. I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush that had magically appeared after our first night together. Toothbrush, floral body wash, conditioner for my hair since he didn’t use any—he’d even bought three different kinds of tampons to keep under his sink, unsure which kind I preferred. The day I’d found everything, I’d just stared, stupid grin stretching my mouth. Never more grateful for being locked in the bathroom than I had been then as I’d swooned my face off all because my secret boyfriend was so considerate.
Considerate and making me fall for him a little more every day.
By the time I was dressed and ready to go, Elliott was in the kitchen, a cup of coffee brewing in his single-cup machine as he stood watch over the toaster, his fingers brushing against my hip as I walked by.
It may have only been a week, but we already had a routine. As soon as the whir of the coffee machine shut off, I picked up the cup, readying it for Elliott the way I made his coffee at Bundt and Grind. Just as I dropped the pinch of cinnamon into it, he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, reaching around me to slide a plate with two pieces of toast—slathered with butter and jam, just how I liked it—in front of me before he grabbed the coffee I held out to him.
“Thank you, baby.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled as I bit into my toast, and then he was off to finish getting ready. Everything about our routine was so…domesticated. It was probably dumb, this warmth that crept over me as I ate something he made for me, but there was no denying it was there. No denying the…happiness that had settled over me in the past week we’d spent together.
After we’d gotten those first few bumps out of the way, things between us had fallen into place almost too easily. Ours wasn’t a new relationship. It didn’t feel like we’d been together for mere days, but rather a month…six months…a year. We’d fallen into something between us so effortlessly, it was shocking.
Once I’d polished off my breakfast and loaded my dish in the dishwasher, I headed into Elliott’s room to say goodbye before I had to leave for work. He stood on the other side of his bed as he stared out the window, phone to his ear.
I crept up behind him, sliding my hands around his bare torso and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“I’m not sure that will work,” he said, his body tense under my hands. “I appreciate the offer, Charles, but—”
As soon as my father’s name left his lips, I jolted, my hands freezing in their path toward the waistband of Elliott’s pants. I stepped around him, sliding my body between his and the window, trying to get a read on his expression. His eyes were closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yes, it is a Saturday, however—”
With a pained sigh, he finally opened his eyes and looked at me. I mouthed what to him, which only got me a short shake of his head in response. Then he pressed his lips together, as if he were holding in a rebuttal, and reached out to stroke my cheek.
“Fine, I’ll see you then.” He hung up, tossing the phone behind him on the bed. Hands on hips, he dropped his head.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Have you checked your phone this morning?”
“No, why?”
But rather than responding, he reached over, plucked my phone off his nightstand, and held it out to me. I lifted my eyebrows, but took the phone. Two missed calls and a single text—all from my dad.
Since I know you’ve got the afternoon off, I’m going to call Dean Goodridge and invite him on the boat for a sail. Give you two a chance to talk, maybe pick up where you left off at the Lights Festival.
“He doesn’t realize what he’s suggesting,” Elliott said.
With a huff of laughter, I looked up into Elliott’s face. It was easy—okay, not easy, but doable—to refrain from going out in public as a couple. But being forced into public together and not being able to touch? That was going to be hell. “What do we do now?”
He wrapped an arm around me, slipping his hand down to cup my ass and tugging me up against him. “Now we pretend I don’t want to do as he suggested and fuck you on your parents’ boat.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, then my jaw, then my neck, he said, “Think you can do that?”
Not even a little bit.
*
It had been the longest, most uncomfortable morning of my life. Rather than doing the smart thing and spending the time cooling off in preparation for the show we had to put on for my parents, we’d sexted. Or at least he had.
Is my pretty pussy missing me today? I barely had time to pet her.
Next time, I should just slide my cock inside you the second I wake up. You’re always so wet and ready in the morning. Pin you down to the mattress and make you scream your way awake. Much better than the alarm on your phone.
I’m going to make it up to you tonight. Maybe fuck you against the window again. You definitely liked that last time. Or we could reenact the night of the Lights Festival. I love it when you
come on my tongue.
And those had all been before 10:00 a.m. Any time I’d checked my phone, I’d done so with equal parts arousal, excitement, and trepidation. I didn’t know if he was a glutton for punishment or what, but I’d spent my morning shift perpetually red-faced, my nipples hard enough to cut glass, and my panties uncomfortably damp.
And even now, seated on the boat, the slight wind of the picture-perfect May day blowing across my face, I was still flushed. My mom and dad were engrossed in conversation with Elliott, though about what, I had no idea. I was too busy staring at the way his shirt fit him so perfectly, the sleeves showcasing the bulge of his biceps, the front draping mesmerizingly against what I knew was a rock-hard chest with just a smattering of dark hair. I sat and I stared and I rehashed every dirty text he’d sent me, completely oblivious to anything but how he looked when he laughed at something my parents said.
And then he turned to me, those bright blue eyes of his locking with mine, and for a minute it was just the two of us. His desire was written all over his face. It was in the hungry scan of his eyes over my chest, the slight tick of his jaw, the sweep of his tongue across his lower lip. I was two-point-seven seconds from coming, and the man hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Samantha?” my dad asked, pulling me out of my Elliott-induced trance. “Why don’t you show Dean Goodridge around below deck while the wind is calm?”
It was a bad idea to be in close quarters with Elliott. Alone. And from the look on his face, he had the same thought. But without an excuse to keep me from doing so, I did as my father suggested and led Elliott toward the stern and down the ladder.
Feeling him so close behind me caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end, my nipples so hard they actually hurt. I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in my life. And he hadn’t touched me in six hours.
As soon as he stepped into the galley, he tugged me against him, his mouth crashing down on mine. Moaning against his lips, I met his tongue stroke for stroke and wrapped my arms around him, taking the tiny bit of relief I got from finally being able to touch him. He stumbled us toward the stateroom, no doubt trying to get us as far away as possible from the ladder that led to the main deck.