by Lane Hart
“If only there were a way to watch for them coming down the beach while you make me scream your name,” I say, knowing he’ll understand exactly what I’m talking about. Please don’t let him reject me.
Chuckling, his back still to me, he looks up at the ceiling and asks, “How is it that you already know all the right things to say to break me?”
Thank God! The breath I was holding whooshes out in relief.
“Are we gonna waste time talking about it or just do it already?” I ask him as I climb down from my stool, that certain of his answer. He wants to fuck me again. And I want him inside me, giving me more orgasms so I can feel some sort of happiness, even if it’s only temporary.
When Brody turns around and faces me, his cock is trying to rip open his zipper.
“You’re on birth control, right?” he asks.
Of course he wants to fuck me without any barriers between us. Now I know just how amazing it feels without a condom too, and I want to do it again. Brody’s the first person I’ve given permission to come inside me, and only because I trust him. He seems like an incredibly responsible man. He is a father, after all.
That’s why I tell him with a hint of sass, “Yes, sir. I’ve been on the shot for several months and tested for everything. So, don’t worry, you can come inside me all you want.”
“I would put you on your knees and fuck that smart mouth but since we’re short on time, I would rather make you scream,” Brody says as he starts for me. “Just one more time?”
“Sure, one more time,” I say, even if the words burn my throat because I want more. Or at least, I want him to want more.
When he’s right in front of me, he reaches for my ass with both hands as his mouth crashes down on mine, hot and needy as he lifts me off my feet and against his hard body. I wind my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bedroom. He doesn’t stop until my back hits the smooth, cool surface of the sliding glass door. The position is perfect for lining up his bulge with my core. We moan into each other’s mouths before he pulls his lips away to kiss down my neck. I know he’s uncovered my mouth because he wants to hear me loud and clear while we have the chance. Is that the only reason he agreed to a second time?
“Your skin tastes like sunshine,” he tells me as he lifts my shirt over my head, bringing his mouth down to my nipple and sucking on it. Pulling back, he flicks his tongue over it rapidly, making me moan, and reminding me of how it felt to have his tongue between my legs. “Which bikini did you wear today?” he asks, moving over to show my right nipple the same treatment.
“Pink.” I throw my head back against the window. “Full bottoms,” I add, knowing that’s what he’s asking, wondering if I wore the thong.
“Good,” he replies, biting on my nipple gently. “I would burn that thong but I want to see it on you again. Now lower your legs so I can get to your pussy.”
Not needing to be told twice, I put my feet on the floor. Brody yanks on the front elastic waistband of my shorts, tugging them and my panties to the floor in one swift move. I quickly step out of them while he strips off his clothes.
In broad daylight, Brody looks even bigger and better naked. From his wide shoulders, arms the size of boulders, a chest and stomach carved from granite to accentuate each and every line, he has all of the possible muscles a man can have. His cock bounces up, thick and proud from between his thick legs. Then there’s his face, framed by dirty blond hair that’s a little longer and messy on top, a scruffy beard that makes him even more masculine, and his piercing light green eyes with dark lashes. Ones currently heavy lidded as he admires every inch of me.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers before both of his strong hands reach around to squeeze my ass and heft me up against his body again, like I weigh no more than a rag doll. Resting my back against the glass door, he tells me, “Get your pussy wet for me.”
“It already is,” I reply, but I slip my fingers between our bodies to play with myself.
“Show me,” Brody orders.
Using the wetness on my fingers, I rub the head of his red, swollen cock, making his eyes slam closed and he releases a hiss through his teeth, as if he’s in agony.
“Give me a taste,” he says, when his lust-filled eyes slant open again.
I plunge two fingers back into my wetness before I pull them free and press them to Brody’s lips. His tongue darts out and licks them one slow time before his lips cover them.
“Mmm,” he moans, his eyes fluttering closed again while he sucks off my juices.
I should feel ashamed or embarrassed by his response, but I’m not. All I am is so damn horny.
“Fuck,” Brody curses suddenly before he glances out at the beach over my shoulder. And I just know that our time is up.
“Are they back?” I ask, trying to look over behind me, but then we’re moving and Brody is sitting me down on top of the mirrored, lowboy dresser.
“No. I just realized that I need to lick your pussy at least once when you don’t have to keep quiet,” he explains before he goes down on his knees, his eyes in line with where I want his mouth to be. “Now put your feet flat on the dresser and spread your legs wide open for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply as I do as he asks to give him full access. I wrap my arms around my legs to keep myself open in offering.
Leaning forward, he plants a wet kiss below my belly button, which makes his bearded chin tickle me even lower.
“You want my tongue…here?” he asks, swiping his index finger down my slit and making me squirm while he kisses his way down.
“Yes!” I cry out, my head thrown back against the dresser mirror as he gets closer to where I ache for him to be. “Please, Brody.”
He finally starts flicking his tongue over my clit a second later, causing a string of my desperate, strangled cries to fill the room.
“Louder, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels,” he says before he buries his face between my legs.
The slickness of his hot, wet tongue combined with his long, blunt fingers, and the soft, scruff of his beard is too much sensation. I scream and cry beg him to stop, to go faster, to give me more, until my voice grows hoarse and I can’t possibly come again. I’m not sure how many orgasms I have – it was either three or four, or one long, ongoing explosion of pleasure.
“Please,” I sob, eyes shut tight, and my body a sweaty mess, with my arms and legs quivering from holding them apart.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Brody asks, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh.
“Fuck me,” I say, needing him inside me.
He finally takes pity on me, lifting me off the dresser and hauling me over to the glass door again, grasping my ass. I somehow find the strength to wrap my legs around him before he slides home, filling me perfectly in one deep thrust.
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Brody
“Ah, yes! Ah, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Riley’s screams of pleasure with each pump of my hips is music to my ears. I pound into her, bouncing her on my cock harder and faster against the glass door. I’m starting to think that’s the only way I can ever be with this woman.
I dip my head down to nuzzle her jiggling tits while I fuck her, but I don’t dare cover her mouth. Her naturally red, pouty lips are parted, giving way to her various cries. Every so often, I look out at the beach to make sure no one is watching us and that the girls are not returning yet. Even if they were, I don’t think I could stop until I finish inside of Riley. Her pussy is dripping wet from my tongue lashing and so hot and tight that I can’t get enough.
Last night, I said this wouldn’t happen again. Yet, only twelve hours later and here I am, back inside of her again. I can’t fucking resist.
Besides, now that I’ve crossed the line, it doesn’t seem so bad the second time.
Riley will be gone in less than a week. If we’re careful and don’t get caught, no one has to know about us but her and me. I need this explosive passion too much to stay aw
ay from her.
Knowing I’m getting close, I tell Riley, “Come on my cock so I can fill you up, sweetheart.”
“Is this…is this the last time?” she asks, combing her fingers through the sides of my hair and tugging on it to make me look into her sad blue eyes while I drive her further up the door with my hips.
“Fuck no,” I answer honestly. There’s no point in even trying to stop now. I’m pretty sure we’re both too far gone not to fuck each other as many times as possible this week.
“Good,” Riley replies with a smile while she bites down on her bottom lip. “Then don’t hold back, Brody.”
“You think this is holding back?” I ask, giving her a lazy grin before I thrust into her so hard her eyes roll back in her head.
“Uh-huh,” she mutters, egging me on. “Fuck me…fuck me like last night.”
Giving her what she wants, I drive my hips up at the same time I slam her down on my cock hard enough that her teeth probably rattle.
“Yes!” she cries out, winding her arms around my head as I bury my face in her neck, fucking her like I can’t get deep enough. And I can’t. No matter how hard I try.
“Oh, God, Brody!” Riley screams when her pussy clamps down on my cock and squeezes the hell out of it, taking me with her.
Three pumps of my hips later and I’m completely spent. She rung me out so damn good. Both of us continue to gasp as we come down, her arms and legs still locked around me.
Once I can finally breath normally again, I brush my lips against hers in a soft, grateful kiss to prove to her I’m not always a ravenous beast. I can be gentle sometimes too.
Riley’s lips linger and then she eases her tongue past mine, deepening the kiss. Neither of us let up for a long time, not until I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
The girls are walking back up the beach.
I quickly move us behind the dark curtain that’s pulled over to the side to block us from view.
“They’re back?” Riley asks in understanding.
“Yeah, so I better grab my clothes and go.”
“Yeah, and I need to clean up this cum running down my thighs,” she tells me with a relaxed, satisfied smile.
“You know it was worth the mess,” I reply, unable to contain my own grin. I set her feet back on the floor and let her go, gathering my clothes so I can run upstairs and redress.
“See you tonight?” I ask on the way out of her room.
“Oh yeah,” Riley agrees, practically beaming at me.
“Wait at least an hour after they’re all asleep, and then get your ass upstairs,” I tell her, already missing her in my arms.
“Yes, sir,” she replies with a salute, still naked and gorgeous.
“And shut those blinds,” I order as I start pulling her door closed behind me while juggling an arm full of my clothes and shoes. “Are you trying to flash the whole beach?” I tease her before it shuts behind me.
“No, just you!” she calls out, making me smile and shake my head as I run up the stairs.
Chapter Eight
Riley
I’ve just gotten dressed again, and cleaned up the smudged glass and myself with a towel when there’s a knock on the door.
“Just a second,” I say, tossing the cum-stained towel into the closet and tidying up my room since I’m not sure who is on the other side of the door, but I assume it’s Cheryl.
Once everything is back to normal, I crack open the door to find my best friend on the other side, still in her bathing suit and teal, oversized coverup.
“Let me in,” she whispers urgently. I open the door for her to come in then shut it again.
“What’s up?” I ask, going over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Shit.
From my seat, I realize I missed a spot. I’m at eye level with the dresser and there’s a big spot of my wetness on it that I need to wipe off.
“It smells like sex in here,” Cheryl remarks, scrunching up her nose.
“No, it doesn’t,” I automatically fire back. “Unless it’s you. Did you get lucky with the neighbors?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Um, no. But I’m willing to bet that you did,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and resting her back against the oral sex dresser.
“I didn’t get lucky with any of the neighbor boys,” I reply.
“Give it up, Riles. The weird way you were acting this morning, Sara’s dad suddenly up and disappearing, then charging down the beach at us like a bull, asking where you were…”
“He did?” I ask in surprise. That must have been while I was napping.
“Oh yeah. He was like a maniac on the rampage. I’m pretty sure Sara and Allison just thought he was pulling the protective dad routine but I’m guessing it was more, since he asked where you were by name. I thought he was gonna burst into Clint and the guys’ house looking for you.”
“Well, that was nice of him to be so concerned for our safety,” I say, inwardly pleased by his show of possessiveness.
“Not our safety. Your safety, Riles. Just you,” she responds. “So spill already!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I deny coolly.
“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” she whispers, coming over to sit down on the bed beside me, folding her leg underneath her bottom. “He’s already trippin’ over you, too.”
“I can’t talk about this with you, Cher,” I tell her honestly, even though I giggle at her silly comment. “I’m sorry, girl, but please don’t keep prying.”
Rearing back, she looks at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “You care about him? How is that possible? You just met him. The sex must be amazeballs…”
“No, I don’t,” I sputter. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Riles, you always tell me about your rolls in the hay. Always! Every little detail, down to the sounds guys make and what their O faces look like.”
“I’m an oversharer,” I say. “I’ll try to work on that.”
“Or…you’re falling for an older man and are too scared to tell me because you know I’ll say that you’re fucking crazy, and remind you that he’s Sara’s father!” She whispers the last word, as if it’s too taboo to say aloud.
“You’re not gonna talk me out of this,” I assure her.
“This! So there is a this?” she exclaims, jumping off the bed. “I knew it!”
“Shh!” I stand up to hush her. “Could you try and keep your voice down?” I ask.
“I get that you believe you need this to try and move past the shit that happened to you, and flirting is fine. But don’t you think it’s possible that you’ve gone a little too far by actually fucking him?”
“No,” I mutter.
“He’s hot. Believe me, I see that. Anyone with eyes would. But what do you expect to happen after this? A week of hot sex?”
“Yes,” I answer with an enthusiastic nod. Maybe even…more.
“Is it really that good?” she lowers her voice to ask.
“Best I’ve ever had.” I answer without thinking, but once I say the words, I know they’re true. Brody is by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had a lot of good sex. Mostly I’ve just had quick and unenthusiastic, You’re already done? sex. God, I hate college boys.
“Damn,” Cheryl says in awe before she sits down again on the bed where I join her. Her eyebrows are drawn together while she thinks silently, so I wait for her next opinion.
“Is it just great sex, then?” she asks. “At the end of the week, you leave, go back home, and never see him again?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I have to admit that disappointing reality to myself because there’s no other possible outcome. Is Brody gonna uproot his life and move across the state for the woman who gave him a few good fucks? No freakin’ way. And I would never stick around here to be that lovesick, clingy girl who refuses to take the hint that he doesn’t want anything more but he’s just too nice to tell me.
“Jus
t be careful and don’t let Sara find out,” Cheryl advises, as if I would go skipping down the hall to lay it all out for her.
“She won’t find out.”
“She will if she walks into your room,” she replies, scrunching her nose again. “Seriously though, how much splooge did you two make in here? A gallon?”
“Just about,” I admit, glancing over to the dresser.
“Yuck,” she groans. “Try and stay in your room and away from Sara as much as you can, okay? She probably won’t come in here, but light some candles or spray some perfume, just in case.”
“Yes, mother,” I tease when Cheryl gets up to leave. “Oh, and I’ll be sneaking up to his room tonight, so will you cover for me if anything happens?”
“Yeah, yeah. Put me in the middle of it,” she huffs before she walks out and shuts the door behind her.
I trust that my best friend won’t blab, not just because she’s a loyal friend, but also because she doesn’t want to get in the middle of any conflict with Sara since they’re close friends too. This week, it will be good to have Cheryl help me cover my tracks if I need any backup. Knowing that Brody wants to keep this going makes me all giddy like a silly little school girl with a crush.
Do I have a crush on him?
God, yes. He’s fucking gorgeous and sweet, and damn, I want to climb him like a tree and never come back down.
Chapter Nine
Brody
After I take a quick shower, I put on some clean clothes and head downstairs to see if the girls are ready for dinner.
Tonight’s their third night here, so maybe Sara will invite me to go out with them, unlike the previous nights. Or at least, agree to stay here, so I can cook for them.
Will talking to my daughter in front of her friend I’m fucking be awkward? Hell, yes. But if Riley and I can just pretend like nothing is going on between us, everything should be fine. Although, I’m pretty sure the girl with short hair knows about us, based on my earlier display of concern for Riley when they were on the beach.