by Piper Rayne
“Why else do you think I wore a sundress?” I joke.
His hands leave the edge of the pool, unbuttoning the front of my dress until my sheer bra is revealed. Sliding my sundress open, he exposes me to him. The wet fabric does nothing to hide my erect nipples. “Jesus, I want to prop you up on this ledge and lick you until you scream.”
My entire body drowns in heat as his strong hands grip my breasts and it’s marvelous. Everything I’ve wanted for so long. Him. All of him. He’s claiming me and handing me his heart. All of sudden, my heart races and not from the scent of his cologne, but because my mind is swimming in doubt that it’s all too good to be true.
God, why can’t I just enjoy this?
I dip down and slide under his arm, pushing off the wall, the coolness of still water clearing my mind for only a moment.
He follows, slowly peeling the dress from my skin.
“You!” I yell, pointing to him as my dress falls to the bottom of the pool.
Again, he’s too fast and cages me with his arms, his wet shorts now scratchy against my legs that have wrapped around his waist with a mind of their own.
“Why do you keep running?”
“I swam in this case.”
His head falls back. A small splash comes up around the back of his head. “Quinn?”
“I…I’m just…You.” I smile, shaking my head. “It’s just been a long time.”
Without a word he lifts me out of the water, carrying me out, laying me down on a lounge chair.
“We were so good, it’ll be like riding a bike.” He winks, grabbing the hem of his shirt, tearing it from his body, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his rippling muscles. He’s all lean muscle and Greek god perfection, I swear.
His t-shirt slaps on the concrete and he fumbles with the button of his shorts. I sit up, my hands, my fingers sliding down his defined abs, eager to see what he’s hiding.
“One day you’ll strip for me,” I say, looking up at him through my lashes.
He chuckles. “Deal, and then I’ll tie your ankles together.”
I fall back against the lounge chair, a rolled-up towel cushioning me while I picture the aftermath of my exit that night and roar in a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You loved it.”
I hold up my fingers in the air. “Little bit.”
His shorts drop to the ground and the soaking wet boxer briefs do nothing but make his bulge appear more prominent. He’s gorgeous and mouthwatering and I want him on top of me.
I hold my arms out and he takes the offering, slowly lowering his body on top of mine. His hard cock nestles right between my legs and I grind against him, back up on the diving board, ready to jump right in.
16
Jagger
I now believe in sex soulmates. I’d never tell Quinn about my fair share of partners. Partners isn’t the right word—more like nightly visitors. No one has come close to Quinn. She anticipates my moves, challenges me until I’m so hard I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come. Her moans and whimpers are to my dick like a Bugatti is on the Autobahn—made for each other. She’s truly my sexual soulmate.
I pull down the strap of her bra, my mouth landing on her shoulder, kissing my way down her collarbone. Her fingernails run the length of my shoulder blades, up and down at the same speed that her pelvis grinds along my rigid cock.
“Jag, I need you.”
“You have me.” I glide her other bra strap down and she helps free her arms of the restriction.
“I need more of you.”
I peek up to find her head resting back on the chair, her hooded eyes watching me.
The powerful feeling that flows through my veins when she’s underneath me is stronger than when I make deals for my clients. That was a high I never thought could be topped, but I know when I’m successful in getting her to scream my name tonight, it’ll be the biggest deal I’ve closed in my entire adult life.
“I’ll be here all night.” My smile breaks out along the swell of her breast.
Her body vibrates with her giggle and I slide my tongue over the sheerness of her bra, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the fabric.
“Oh.” Her fingertips push into my shoulder blades, her legs widening for me.
“You like that, huh?” I flick my tongue again just to hear the soft cry leave her lips. I tug down the cups of her bra, exposing her to the night stars.
We’re on the only part of the deck that gives us privacy with tall shrubs to block my neighbors’ view. If someone was upstairs, they’d have a live porno for their viewing pleasure, but tonight I’m taking her under the moonlit sky with the crashing of waves mixed into the soundtrack of our pleasure.
My hands skim along her sides, and she arches her back, knowing where my destination is. I unhook her bra, picking it up between us and tossing it in the direction of my t-shirt.
“You’re so beautiful. Perfect tits.” I palm the weight of one in my hand, my thumb running over her stiff nipple. She moans like I expected, and I suck her other nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the nub.
“I wish I could go slow, but ever since this afternoon at lunch, I’ve been dying to taste you.”
Her cheeks flush, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stop her smile from overtaking her face.
I watch her as my tongue slides down her flat stomach, my hands grazing down her ribcage. She arches, her hands sliding off my back and gripping the edge of the lounge chair.
“Say my name,” I say and her eyes never open when I pull her panties down her legs.
“Jagger,” she pants.
I toss her panties on the ground. My palms slide up the inside of her thighs, parting her legs for my viewing pleasure. She’s completely waxed except for a small patch right above her clit. The dark hair glistens from her wet arousal.
Fuck. The sight of her here, legs hanging over the sides of the lounger, completely bared and spread for my viewing pleasure? My cock throbs with the need to claim her as my own. But I need to take care of my girl first.
I sprinkle kisses up her thigh and she squirms under my mouth, bucking when I blow a light stream of air right over her clit.
“Please,” she begs and there’s something I’ve always loved about her pleas when I have my hands on her.
“Please what?” Her scent intoxicates me, increasing the need inside of me until I’m unsure I can continue to play this teasing game.
“Please, Jag.” She raises her head, her eyes finding mine from my position between her legs.
My tongue snakes out and she watches as I swipe a lick over her clit and her head falls back on the lounge chair, a long and agonized moan rumbling out of her.
I taste her again and then concentrate my efforts on her hard nub. Memories flood back of the first time I had my tongue on her. She’d never experienced oral sex before and it took her a while to relax and fully enjoy having me there. Now, I’m scared at how relaxed she is with my mouth on her. I was an idiot for pushing her away when I could’ve been the only man who had the pleasure of being between her long, toned legs.
“Jag?” She sits up. “What’s the matter?” Her face has paled, losing all the rosiness that colored her cheeks.
I shake my head. “Just admiring you, baby.” I bend back down, my fingers digging into her hips as I put her legs over my shoulders and devour her, pushing back my regrets over time lost to us. That’s going to get us nowhere now.
Soon she’s writhing under my tongue, moans mixing with the sounds of the water rushing up onto shore. I should’ve turned up the music, to drown out the sounds of her pleasure.
“Jag, I need you.” She takes her hands off the side of the lounge chair, her fingernails unable to reach my shoulders.
Her body wiggles, squirming as I drive her to the edge with my tongue. I could bring my fingers into the action, but I want her coming on my tongue.
“Please,” she begs and my dick throbs with her
pleas, silently begging to give in to her wishes.
She bucks, and I place one hand on her stomach to keep her in place while I work my magic on her. Her hands rise above her head, gripping the top of the lounge chair and she screams out my name under the moonlight, shuddering until the height of her orgasm passes. Slowing my movements, I let the ripples run through her until her body stills and her chest stops heaving.
“You’re gorgeous when you come.” I stand now, looking down at her from the end of the lounge chair, and pull my boxers down.
My cock stands at full salute, salivating with pre-cum, twitching in anticipation.
“I’m not done screaming your name.” She holds her arms out, welcoming me down on top of her.
“I gotta run and get a condom.”
Her gaze dips down and she chews the inside of her cheek. “Jag,” she says as I’m two steps away, cringing as my dick bobs with every step because it’s rock hard.
I turn, glancing up to see my neighbors’ lights are off. Hopefully they aren’t playing peeping tom.
“I have an IUD that keeps me from getting pregnant. Are you clean?” She looks so unsure of herself.
I remove the distance between us and step back over to her. “I get checked regularly and I always use a condom.”
A small smile graces her face and she opens her arms for me.
“You keep posing new challenges for me.” I pick her up to move her to the double lounge chair to give us more room.
When I lay her down on the cushioned chair, I slide my body up hers until my cock is poised at her entrance. Her wet heat is like a magnet drawing me in, but I shift my hips back.
“You’re sure?” I ask, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face.
“I am.”
When I bend my head to hers, our tongues start the slow kiss we’ve mastered over the last two dates. Inch by inch, I enter her, pushing forward and then waiting for her to get used to me while I circle my hips.
Her hands run through the hair at the back of my head as I slide my head into the crook of her neck, kissing her soft skin.
She’s warm and wet and holy fuck, who knew sex could feel like this without a rubber? It’s like I was blind and now I can see, and I’ll never be the same. My cock throbs with the need to move faster. It’s all I can do to resist the urge to grab her hips and hammer into her until I’ve claimed her as mine and we’re both out of breath and sweatier than we are wet from the pool. But the other part of me never wants this moment to end. Quinn deserves this side of me, and so I keep my body in check, grinding and circling as I whisper my truth in her ear.
“I missed you,” I say, and her hands tighten in my hair. She brings her legs up around my waist.
“Never leave me again,” I continue, and she kisses the top of my shoulder and collarbone.
“Never,” she whispers as I pull out slowly and then push back into her.
“You’re mine forever now.” There’s no authoritative tone in my voice, but I mean it. She’s mine and I’ll never fuck up again and let her go. No matter what happens, we’ll be going through it together. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” Her erect nipples brush along my chest and I push up on my elbows, needing to see into her eyes.
“Say it again.” I move faster inside of her.
“I’m yours,” she says, meeting my gaze, leaving no room for me to question whether she means it or not.
“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
Unable to harness any control, my lips smash down to hers and my hips thrust in and out of her slick heat. She matches me, her hands a frenzy of motion along my body. Her fingernails scrape and dig into my flesh as she meets each one of my thrusts. Our mouths ravish one another’s, not able to get enough. She rolls me over onto my back, straddling me, and my hands cup her breasts as I flex my ass up to hit her in the spot I remember she loves. Her hands plant on my thighs.
The moonlight casts a glow over her entire body as she rides me just how I like—with long strides until my dick almost comes out of her and then slamming down hard until I’m seated to the hilt.
My fingers wrap around her small hips, but I don’t take over control. Watching her is enough for me. She arches her back, her eyes falling closed, her neck ready for my lips. I could rise, kiss the skin that’s begging for my attention, but my greedy gaze won’t leave her. She’s gorgeous and she’s mine.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, her eyes back on me.
“Fall apart for me, baby,” I say, moving my hand between us and massaging her clit with my thumb.
“Ugh, you’re so good.” Her pussy clenches around me as she rides out her orgasm and her hooded gaze finds me beneath her. “I don’t want to know how you learned to do this to my body.” She’s coming down from her high now. Time for number three.
“What am I doing?” I press down on her clit with my thumb again, wanting to pull another one from her. Her hand grips my wrist tight and I’m not even sure she knows whether she wants to pull it away or make sure I don’t move it away.
“Just don’t stop.”
Mystery solved.
Her hand tightens on my wrist as her body shudders once more, another orgasm overwhelming her.
Seeing how exhausted she is, I roll her back over, putting one of her legs up over my shoulder, and slam into her hard and fast, needing to find my own release.
“Jesus, Jag,” she sighs. “That feels…”
I let her words fall away and massage her tits in my hands as I grind in and out of her at an even pace that finishes me off faster than I would’ve thought.
My body collapses against hers, her leg falling to the side of the lounge chair. She holds me to her, the sweat slick between us.
I stare down at her face, memorizing how she looks after having come so many times. Exhausted and panting for breath, I smile, knowing I did that to her.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she says, knowing the way my brain works way too well.
I do what she says because as much as she’s mine, I’m hers.
17
Quinn
My phone rings and I sit up scrambling in the dark, looking for it in Jagger’s bedroom. Lucky for me, I’ve been awake in here more than asleep most of the night. After our fun by the pool, he carried me like a koala bear up to his room.
I’m sore and hate to admit that my vagina needs some tender lovin’ care today if I have any hope of surviving another night with Jagger.
Finally, I feel my purse on the chair in the corner of his room. The phone continues to ring, and I fumble trying to get it to stop before it wakes Jagger up.
“Hello?” I answer without looking at who called.
“Where is it?” my editor asks.
“How about a good morning first?”
“You’ll get a good morning when I get my chapters.”
“Wendy, they’re coming. I promise.”
“You said that last week. I can’t keep making excuses for you. They want to set a publication date for book two, but we can’t do that without the book.”
I blow out a breath, tiptoeing out of the room and quietly shutting the door behind me.
“It’s coming. I had a revelation last night. I just need some quiet time with my computer.”
She lets out an annoyed sigh through the receiver. “You have until Monday, but I want at least five chapters in my inbox.”
“They’ll be there.”
“You can do this, Quinn. I’m not sure how you can finish book one in record time and shoot me the best first draft I’ve ever read, and now with book two you’re crawling slower than a snail. If it’s your personal life—”
“No, it’s not. Just some mental blocks, but I’ll get it done.”
“Call me if you need me.” The line clicks and she’s gone.
Wendy’s never been one for small talk or excuses like I’ve been giving her the past couple months.
“Who
was that?”
I jump and fling my hand up in the air, immediately seeing dark liquid rising from a cup and splatting on my bare toes.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I dance around the hallway, putting one foot on top of the other to try to get the hot liquid off my skin.
“Coffee?” Jagger says and stares at me. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he’s holding two coffee mugs in his hands.
I glance at the door. “I thought you were in there.”
He shakes his head. “No. I had a morning swim.”
Jagger nods at the bedroom and I lead the way. He turns on the lights and presses some button making the blinds open, and I find the early morning sky with only a few clouds.
I focus on the view until I see his reflection coming out of the bathroom holding a towel.
“Oh, I’ll get it.” I circle to move.
“No. It’s only a little bit. Is your foot okay? Do you want me to kiss it better?” He’s asking the questions from the hallway now and even though Wendy’s on my ass, nothing can top waking up in the arms of the man you’ve held in your heart for so long. It’s even better when he brings you coffee, too.
“I’ll survive.” I sit on the bed, looking down at my feet, not seeing any burns.
He throws the towel into a hamper, grabs the coffees from the table by the door, and brings them over, handing one to me as he kisses me on the lips.
“You had energy to swim after last night?” I ask with a chuckle.
He shrugs. “You make it harder to get out of bed than usual, but I managed.” He brings the coffee mug to his lips and walks around the bed. “Do you have something to do today?”
A vision of Wendy flashes before my eyes—her with a knife pointed at me Psycho fashion. “I have to work.”
He stops mid-stride and then nods. “And here I was going to kidnap you for the day.”
“I’m sorry.” I frown.
“How about a shower then?” He drops his towel and hooks his fingers along the sides of his swim trunks, dropping them to the floor.