by Sosie Frost
If he liked that…
I reached for him, gripping a cock so thick and hard it was no wonder he was a slow swimmer. I wrapped my hand over the shaft and floated closer.
Even beneath the ripples, I heard his grateful profanity as I took his cock into my mouth. The water made it difficult, but nothing was would stop me from touching this man, teasing him with my tongue, drawing my lips along that hulking shaft.
What was it about him that made me do the craziest things?
The river’s touch was as gentle as mine. I teased him, using the warmth of my mouth and the chill of the water to harden him more. I surfaced after a minute and was rewarded by his deep-throated growl.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” His cock flexed hard in my hand.
“My secret.”
The real secret was that I didn’t know what I was doing, I only longed to hear his sultry groan every time the water struck him or a tug of his cock delighted him.
I’d never wanted to pleasure anyone else as much as I needed to please him. I longed to hear his gasp. To watch his body tremble. To feel how hard my touch made that amazingly thick cock.
My insides clenched. Too much. Too desperate. I’d twist and drown in my own desire if I didn’t have him again.
I dove under the river, taking him in my mouth for as long as I could with a single gasp of air. Lachlan called my name and leaned into my mouth. A couple of tugs primed him. He tensed, groaned, and bucked his hips through the water.
This was it. I’d make him come.
If only because I remember one of Lachlan’s talents from Vegas with perfect clarity.
His endurance.
His was a skill other men envied. I’d thought his cock was made from stone. His desire never wavered. For three days, Lachlan had fucked me until we both crashed in exhaustion, and even then his fingers and lips and tongue delighted my spent body.
With any luck, he’d do it again.
I jerked him as my lips sealed around his shaft. I pumped once, twice, but he pulled away.
Lachlan pulled me to the surface, and my back slammed against his thick chest. I whimpered, unable to touch the bottom of the river. Didn’t matter. He held me by the hips and across my breasts. His whisper hazed my thoughts to everything but the pulsing, shivering, demanding beat of my core.
“Not so slippery now, are you?” He kissed my neck, latching on with a gentle nip.
“Thought you liked that.”
“Oh, I do…but I much rather make you sticky.”
“Not if I get you first.”
I twisted, trying to reach for his cock. He dodged my touch, forcing me still with a bite to my ear. It worked. I went stiff with a whimper.
“Aren’t you naughty?” Lachlan whispered. “What happened to our leisurely, relaxing ride down the river?” He breathed against the hollow of my throat, casting goosebumps over my shoulders and the tops of my arms. The water still hid most of my body, but his hands could easily discover all of my secrets. “Lachlan, why can’t you sit still? Lachlan, can’t you just enjoy the day?”
“I thought this would be more fun,” I said.
“You weren’t wrong.” The hand on my hip drifted lower. No pretense. No teasing. He found my slit and captured me with a searching hand.
I pouted. “But I wanted to make you come.”
“Ladies first.”
I arched as he rolled my clit between his fingers. The fierce shocks dizzied me. My timid mew became a pleased gasp. He rubbed me with an expert touch. I went limp against his muscles.
It didn’t make sense.
Every twist of his fingers owned my body. He tore through my inhibitions and touched me as if he had known me for years, not the few days we spent tangled within drunken desperation and consuming desires.
Harder or softer, quicker or slower, he knew exactly when to change his pace to make me shiver. Maybe he understood me that well…or maybe I surrendered to any touch he’d offer that secret place.
No other man could dizzy me the way he could. Not just my body, but my mind. My heart.
I shouldn’t have been so comfortable with him.
Shouldn’t have gotten so close.
Shouldn’t have trapped myself under his skilled fingers.
I whispered in pleading breaths for him to take me. A couple flicks. A little rub. A pinch. Hell, even a rasped word from him. I paralyzed myself on the brink of his control and my passion. But as long as he touched me, I never wanted to be free again.
Lachlan was right. He was an adrenaline rush wrapped in a dangerous touch and shadowed by my own desires. The brush of his hand fluttered everything inside me. His kiss on my neck tensed my core, already twisting in blissful agony. His thick fingers prodded me. He teased my swollen clit.
This wasn’t a fight-or-flight response. This was complete surrender.
Again and again he flicked his fingers over that little nub. The water rushed around us, tickling and tugging and guiding us deeper into the pool, under the dropping branches of the tree and into the hidden cove that heated our blood and trembled our words.
His cock hardened and pressed into my back. Huge. Wanting. Dangerous. My body craved to feel it again.
Was this a rush…or an addiction to him? I hadn’t had him inside me since Vegas, and yet I slickened and waited and clenched over the memory of it. His fingers could tame my suffocating need, but only his cock could free me in a moment of absolute magic.
His cock rubbed my ass. I pushed back. He liked that. So did I.
I bumped him with my hips and teased his shaft. I ground against his waist and rubbed his cock with every little hump. His breathing hitched again. I grinned. He could touch me all he wanted, but I’d make sure every stroke of his fingers was answered with a wiggle of my ass against his cock. I’d torment him with the same delights he wove over me.
“Fuck, Elle…” He spoke through clenched teeth. “You’ll drown me.”
I panted through my words. “You think you’re the only one who can tease?”
He pinned me close and forced my hips to still. “You’ve been nothing but a tease, Red, but now you’re gonna come for me. Hard. And you’re gonna realize what you’ve known all along.”
“What’s that?”
“That you belong right here, in my arms, getting fucked like an animal by your husband.”
A tempting offer when my blood boiled and core ached for him. My eyes pinched closed. His fingers moved too quick, too fast, too perfectly.
“And if I refuse to come?”
He laughed. “I’d love to see you try. You’re begging for it now. Shaking. Hot. That puffy little pussy is wetter than the damn river.”
“Doesn’t mean…” I bit my lip to silence a moan. “I’ll come for you.”
“Why fight it?” His words lowered, a secret whisper for me and me alone. “Stay with me forever, and your life will be nothing but pleasure.”
His hand slipped on my hip.
I wasn’t letting him win that easily—not even with a lifetime of his skilled tongue on the line.
He didn’t expect me to twist so suddenly. The rush of kicked bubbles tickling against my slit almost pitched me over the edge. I darted away, diving through water that nearly boiled around me.
I sighed. I trembled. I kept a safe distance between him. A few yards. Well beyond his arms.
Because if he caught me again, I’d never escape.
I’d never want to escape.
“What are you?” He laughed. “Half fish?”
“You really want me that badly?” I asked. “Forever? As your wife?”
Lachlan didn’t lunge for me, even as I circled him. “You are my wife, Red. And I’ll be the greatest husband for you.”
“You want me to take your word on it?”
“I’d love to prove it. Over and over again. For a couple hours.”
“Only a couple?”
Lachlan grinned. “For today. After that we’ve got the rest of our lives.
”
That thrill was dangerous. I silenced the voice in my head that might have agreed to anything as long as we could seal the vow with a kiss. I dove under the water and surfaced in the safety of my willow branches. Hidden. Secret.
Desperate.
Lachlan’s gasp wasn’t subtle. He had gone under, and I treaded further back, to the safety of the tree roots and rocks. Listening. Waiting.
But I didn’t hear him—only my thumping heartbeat echoed in the woods. That meant he planned something. I spun, hopping onto the boulder to pull myself from the river before he pounced.
Too slow.
Lachlan burst from the water behind me. He launched over my body and we both collapsed on the sun-warmed boulder at the river’s edge.
I stilled.
Lachlan didn’t.
His victorious laugh echoed with a rapturous fun. He pinned me, my stomach on the rock, my legs spread wide under him.
Did he realize how he positioned over me?
My back instinctually arched. We both flinched as his cock struck me, sliding against my offered slit.
“Caught you.”
His words rumbled deep, rasping in need but layered in the warmth of his conquering smile. He bumped his hips forward, and the head of his cock teased me. Too close and not nearly close enough.
“Are we gonna keep Marco Poloing this shit, or did you still want to play games?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. My hips flexed, accidentally bumping his hardness. His fist had captured the length, giving it a quick tug for his own pleasure. I gasped as the head nudged my slit.
I pushed.
The head of his cock, just the barest tip, slipped within me.
Neither of us moved. My breathing shifted, rushed and panting. Just the head stretched me full. I shivered as a breeze brushed through the willow tree. Goose bumps prickled beneath the drops of water rolling from my skin.
“Elle—” Lachlan’s words clipped. “Now I really got you.”
His cock inched inside, deeper and deeper, but not plunging to the base. He waited. Tensing. As if he expected me to slip away from him once more.
He gave me the option.
And I gave him my body.
I bucked my hips, taking the rest of his length in a single, piercing thrust.
And we both nearly came the instant his bare flesh plunged inside me.
Vegas was a blur, but this was so much better than anything we did then. No rubber barrier separated us this time. His cock throbbed inside me, hot and thick and pulsing hard. I felt it all. Every vein. Every curve. Nothing during that weekend had been so intimate.
His growl blended both danger and pleasure into a single breath. Lachlan bottomed out as I took every inch of his monster cock.
It was better than before. Hotter than before. Bigger?
Why had I denied him for so long? I never should have refused his touch or his kiss or the thrusting, overwhelming force of his thickness inside me.
He pinned me against the beautiful shore, hidden from everyone and everything by miles of wilderness and a beautiful, blossoming willow tree that formed our own private lagoon. A consecrated place.
Just for us.
“God, Elle.” Lachlan held me tight, lying over me, one arm snaking around my hips, the other pressed against my chest. He kissed my neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
I shuddered. “About as much as I missed you?”
His breathing broke, and he gasped as he thrust deeper. I clawed at the sun-warmed rock and mewed his name.
He grunted. “Why the fuck did I ever let you go?”
“I’m here now.”
For as long as he wanted me.
His cock couldn’t get any deeper inside me, but his weight pushed me down just right. I spread my legs wider, moaning as his heavy balls slapped hard against my clit.
Was this how it could always be?
Taken and pleasured and desired every minute of every day for the rest of our lives?
“I should have found you after Vegas,” Lachlan whispered. “Should have made you mine.”
I couldn’t hear those words now, not as the tightness in my chest ached with the same intensity of my core.
He was right.
I shouldn’t have left. I should have returned to him.
Even if we hadn’t been married, I’d never felt so connected to any man in my entire life.
Especially when pinned beneath him.
“Say you’ve wanted me…” Lachlan thrust hard inside me. Not cruelly, just teasing, on the cusp of desperation and the very edge of his control. “Tell me you’ve thought about me.”
I couldn’t speak. My words wavered. “I’ve thought about this.”
“Tell me you want me.”
Why lie? “I want it…”
“Tell me you need me.”
His cock hit everywhere perfect and sensitive inside me—that rough patch of pleasure that I didn’t know existed until he had found it with a curled finger and dizzying grin.
“I need it.”
“No. Not it.” His thrusts stopped. “Me, Red. Do you need me? Christ. You have no fucking idea how good we could be together. Let me show you. Let me have you.”
It was too much.
I tightened over him, trying so hard not to imagine a moment in the future where this would be our always.
Always in his arms. Always under him. Always on the very peak of a mind-crippling, heart-stopping, absolutely careless orgasm.
“Yes. I need you, Lachlan.”
He roared and fucked me harder, faster, his own peak mingling with mine. His hands dug into my hips raising my ass to pummel me, to strike that spot that made my words shrill into his moaned name.
I clutched the rock as the river lapped at our legs. In that moment, in our secret cove that was kept safe with the heavy willow branches and soft light, I let myself imagine us. Together. Just me and him.
For better or for worse.
Lachlan’s words roughened. “Tell me you want that third date.”
I wasn’t above begging him. “Finish this one first.”
“Oh, I’m gonna finish…” Lachlan pushed inside me as deeply as he could get. “But I want to hear it. A third date.”
I could hardly breathe, hardly think, and he wanted me to grab my appointment book?
“Yes,” I gasped. “Another date.”
“Know what happens at the end of that one?”
“God, I hope it’s this.”
“You’re gonna admit that you’re in love with me, Red.” He lowered his voice. “That you’ve been in love with me.”
I didn’t answer.
Couldn’t let him see how unbelievably right he was.
I bit my lip and trembled. He only laughed, thrusting again. Once. Twice.
“Come for me, Elle.”
He didn’t have to ask. Didn’t have to tease. Didn’t have to demand anything else from me.
I was already his.
I clenched on his cock and gripped him so tight even his own thrusts went still.
He filled me. Completely buried. So deep, so invasive, so rooted in my core.
I’d longed to feel this fullness for so long that the instant I came, I crippled myself in weeping, relieved tears. He slammed inside me, hard and deep, rewarding my trembling body with jet after jet of his own heat.
I cried out, my voice echoing within our private sanctuary. But I didn’t see stars. My vision didn’t go black. I didn’t let myself think or feel or see anything but the beauty of that exact moment in time.
It was safe.
Intense.
Our own perfect infinity.
I savored everything he gave me—the heat of his seed, the thickness of his cock, the confusing and wonderful feelings that bound me to this man.
I came and came and came, each crippling wave fiercer than the last. I let the pleasure consume me. No sense denying the thrill, the connection that would forever bind Lachlan
and I as one for as long as we both lived.
I collapsed, and Lachlan growled his pleasured relief. He stayed hard, gently moving within the hot, sticky mess we’d made of me. Only once we became too sensitive did he pull me into the water. I clung to him as he washed away the sweat, dirt, and slickness from my body. He cradled me against his chest, and I rewarded his soft touch with murmurs and kisses along his shoulders.
But Lachlan wasn’t done. He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t trust the mischievous brightness in his eyes.
“You know something, Red?” His hands traced to my slit once more. “Maybe tubing isn’t so bad after all.”
12
Lachlan
The ball didn’t slip through my fingers. Jack’s pass nearly broke my goddamned hand.
I hissed and flicked my wrist as I jogged to a stop. The whistle blew.
Fuck. That didn’t mean the drill was over. It summoned me back to the line. The new team policy stated that players weren’t done with a drill until they had successfully completed it.
So far I was the only idiot to screw it up.
I hustled to the line, rubbing the sweat from my eyes with the hand that didn’t sting. A camera flashed. Elle grinned at me.
“You’ll get the next one.” She adjusted her lens. “But make it really dramatic. I need an epic photo for the Facebook posts today.”
Easy for her to say. “Your wish is my command.”
“See, boys!” Jack pointed at me with the football. “He’s got this husband thing down now. Nod your head, Charming. Give her whatever she wants.”
“Yeah, Lachlan,” she said. “Whatever I want.”
Elle’s skirt hugged her hips, but the ends flared out, whipping in the breeze to reveal a sinfully smooth leg. How was a man supposed to get any work done when she lingered around the camp wearing a tiny scrap of a baby-doll t-shirt? It hugged her curves, and the bright white material contrasted with the inch of bare belly the shirt didn’t cover.
The guys were right. She was all tits with a camera.
And for that, I’d give her anything she damn well wanted.
If I could catch the fucking ball first.
Elle snapped another picture, and the camera clicked louder than the trill of the whistle.