by Cara Chance
“Ah...Theo...I see now.”
I raised a brow. “See what?”
“Your name...I see how you managed to get me out here. You had God on your side.” She laughed, moving closer. “Theo means God given.” Her eyes met mine with intensity. “Feeling like a saint or a sinner tonight, Theo?”
“Oh, definitely a fucking sinner,” I said, grabbing her, “and worshipping, namely, you.”
Where can I fuck this girl, already? The beach—too sandy. The ocean—too wet.
A lifeguard station sat off in the distance and I was already pulling Penelope in that direction.
“Get your sexy ass up there.” I grabbed a handful as she stepped her first foot in the rung of the ladder.
“Race you to the top,” she said, laughing as she glanced down to me.
Damn, this sexy temptress teased me. A snap decision and I took off running toward another staircase off to the left.
I’d get to the top before her if my life depended on it.
A sexy smirk, fingers playing with the strands of her shimmery top, and a wicked gleam in her eyes awaited me when I reached the large deck.
“Damn, you’re quick,” I breathed out fast.
“Not quick at everything.” The way she batted her fake eyelashes made my heart beat faster.
“Yeah, I like to take things nice and slow, too.” I grabbed the handrails, leaning over slightly as I gradually made my way to her.
“Just the way I like it,” she paused as I stalked even closer. “Well, sometimes.” She winked as I reached her. My hands moved to the sides of her face, drawing her in, my lips capturing hers once again.
The feel of her tongue tracing along mine and my cock sprang to life. Her sexy curves pressed against me as I guided her back toward the lifeguard chair.
A soft summer breeze, a light touch of air, a slight shiver of Penelope’s body had me holding on tighter.
Breaking the kiss, I glanced over her, memorizing the way she sparkled with the backdrop of the ocean behind her.
“You’re stunning,” I whispered across her glittery skin.
She blushed, even with the heavy makeup, before she ran her hand along the front of my pants gripping my hardness underneath.
“Yeah, stroke my cock,” I growled against her silver wig, rocking my hips into her hand. Her mouth sucked my neck as my fingers worked the ties of her bikini top, freeing her tits for me to see.
Edging her closer to the seat, I ran my hand over her heightened nipple—squeezing, tugging, and then sucking it with my hungry mouth. She whimpered, running her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly.
I was in control now, and I wanted her to know it.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked as she gazed with a fire in her eyes.
“Everywhere,” she whispered.
I would get her to say what I wanted to hear.
Lightly, I traced a finger down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as she moaned. “Here?”
“Yeah,” was her breathy reply.
My finger traveled down through the valley of her cleavage. I groaned feeling the soft skin of each tit as they pressed against me. “Here?”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, please.” Her back arched off the wood railing as she tried to press her body further into my eager touch.
I slid my finger to the right and grazed over her hardened nipple and snapped it gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Here?”
“Oh God, yes.”
My lips lifted, my hand cupping her perfect breast as I etched the outline of her stomach. I slid further down until I reached her leg and brought it to rest on my hip. My fingers traced under her silver skirt, squeezing her ass. “Here?”
“Yes, yes.”
The lace of her panties was rough on my finger as I ran it underneath, feeling her wetness. “Here?”
With a sharp inhale, she answered, “Fuck, yes.”
My finger slipped inside her and her breathing sped up when I added a second. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”
She rocked her hips as I sucked along her collarbone. “Yes, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Tell me, tell me you want me to touch your pussy.”
“I want you to touch my pussy,” she echoed.
“Louder.”
She spoke up and I drowned out her admission with my mouth on her lips. I sucked down her words as my fingers picked up their rhythm.
Her silver-coated nails dug into my back, clawing at the material of my Oxford shirt. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded, my voice husky with greed to claim every god damn inch of her.
Eyes gleaming in the moonlight, she repeated my words.
I pulled my coated fingers from her and smeared the wetness across her full lips. “Lick your lips for me.”
Her sparkling lashes fanned across her cheeks as she closed her eyes and her pink tongue licked along the curve of her lips, savoring herself. Goddamn, this girl.
I slid my fingers inside her and soaked them once more. I lifted my hand again. “Open, Penelope, taste yourself.” Her eyes never wavered from mine as her pouty lips pursed around my finger. My mind filled with images of what they would look like around my hardening cock.
“Fuck, that’s right,” I bit out. “See how sweet you taste? I want to taste it too. I want to kiss you with the flavor of your pussy in our mouths.”
Smashing my lips to hers, starved to taste every part of her, I devoured what she offered. A low, gravelly sound rumbled in the back of my throat. So fucking good.
I could come from the taste alone.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She complied as I unzipped my pants, freeing myself.
“Take off your panties.” She glanced over her shoulder and lowered them down her long legs. I watched with needy eyes as the lace fell to the weathered boards beneath our feet.
She bent over, hands on the arms of the chair, baring her pussy for me to see.
Damn, she was gorgeous. I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch tonight.
The condom was on my cock in record time and I reached out feeling along her wet pussy. I growled; she was fucking soaked.
I ran the tip of my heavy dick along her seam, toying with her clit. Her head fell back in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me like you own me.”
“Fuck yeah, are you ready for me to worship you?”
“Yes, yes. Please.”
With desperation I slammed inside her. Jesus. Jaw clenched, my eyes closed and I gripped her hips as the feel of her insanely hot pussy overcame my senses. Dripping and sweet—oh so fucking sweet. I pumped, and pushed deeper inside her, as she writhed and bucked with me.
I trailed a hand up her back, feeling her tender skin beneath my fingers. When I reached her neck, I spread them around her throat and nipped along her earlobe. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
Her wet, tight cunt made my fingers race to touch her clit. I snapped it within my fingers as she cried out a string of unintelligible words.
We screwed like only two strangers on a deserted beach could, rough and wild. She moaned loudly as I went deeper and deeper, harder and fucking harder. My mind was sewn with lust, yearning and craving more from this silver temptress. I needed to feel her come on my cock.
With my focus solely on her pleasure, my fingers tightened around her throat as I kissed and licked up the nape of her neck. When I brushed the wig aside to find more skin, I noticed a small tattoo. Tracing my thumb along the tiny turtle of ink, I slowed for a beat before resuming my rigorous tempo.
She was sexy as fuck and I didn’t want it to end.
She was definitely the good shit. Hell, she was fucking better than that.
My thumb circled around her clit as I pressed against it. “Penelope, your pussy... so good.”
I pumped inside—fuck yeah, she’s hot.
I went harder—Oh damn.
I plunged further—her pussy. Oh God.
She was like magic, making me see my orgasm comin
g along the skyline. Soon it would slam into her with such force I’d need both hands to hold me up when it was all over.
She pushed her ass further against me, meeting my punishing strokes. I licked along her soft skin and breathed in the scent of coconut, feeling her tighten around me.
“Oh God, I feel you. Damn.”
“I’m coming,” she screamed.
The most heavenly of sounds; her voice like an angel singing only for me.
I slapped her ass, rugged and harsh, as she climaxed over and over. I kept pounding, enjoying the feeling of her clamping down around me.
My climax built as I kissed along her tattoo once more.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, as the need to come overpowered me.
I couldn’t contain it any longer and the beast inside unleashed. Untamed, I came with such force I wouldn’t have survived if her body didn’t grip mine.
I kissed the turtle tattoo once as I slid out.
The next morning, I awoke to the sun beating down on me. Seagulls flew high in the clear, blue sky and the dried out wooden boards under my head made my skull ache. A man in yellow swim trunks stared down at me as I took my time sitting up.
“Rough night?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, searching for Penelope.
She was nowhere to be found.
That very night I went back to Nectar, with the lights dancing around the club and the music blaring, it felt very reminiscent of the night before.
I went directly to the bar, searching for the silver siren whose body was a work of art.
A burly bartender tossed bottles in the air as women around the bar cheered. After he finished, his attention landed on me.
“What can I get you to drink, man?”
“Is Penelope working?” I asked over the loud music.
Confused, he shook his head back and forth. “No one works here by that name.”
“Are you sure? Penelope.” I put an extra emphasis on her name, saying it loud and clear.
“No, she doesn’t work here. Sorry dude.”
I stepped away from the bar with a sinking feeling coming over me. I searched the club for a while before making my way home.
For weeks I wondered about her, who was she? I sometimes thought I saw her pass by me on Collins Ave. Other days, I swore I saw her in the tourist shops along Ocean Drive. Each day she haunted my thoughts as I longed to be inside her once more.
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Prologue
Seven years ago
Who the fuck is that? My eyes study every tempting inch of the living, breathing goddess in my best friend Kyle’s backyard. I have to meet her. She tosses her long black hair over her shoulder and confidently meets my gaze across the small brick patio separating us. A small smile plays on her full, dark-pink lips. She’s younger than I first realized. I cross my arms over my chest and flash a smirk at her. Little girl you don’t want to play with this fire – you might get burned.
She doesn’t seem intimidated by my tall stature, or my tattoo-covered arms. Instead, she unabashedly looks me over from head to toe. I like her confidence. It’s attractive and sexy. My dark brown eyes stare right back at her, before they slowly travel from her head, down over the enticing curves of her breasts, to her tiny waist and long legs perfectly revealed by the jean cutoff shorts she’s wearing. Fuck. Those legs – all that smooth golden skin. I can picture them wrapped around my hips as I thrust into her over and over, deeper and deeper. I can picture all the things I want to do to her; to do with her, but she’s too young.
“Don’t look at my little sister like that, dude.” Kyle comes up beside me and hands me a new beer. His sister?
“Kenna’s here?” I swivel my head from one side to the other looking for his baby sister I’ve heard so much about, but never had the opportunity to meet. “Where is she?” I question.
“She’s the girl in the cutoff shorts you’ve been ogling for the past ten minutes.”
Fuck.
“She’s way too good for you – too good for any guy. Come on, I’ll introduce you, but you better behave and put your tongue back in your mouth before I cut it off. My sister is off limits to you.”
I put my hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, I get it man. No worries. I would never go there.”
He flicks a quick glance at me. “Damn straight. If you did, that would be some fucked up shit for sure.” We slowly walk across the patio. Each step that brings me closer to her has my body humming with an awareness I’ve never experienced before. The hair on my arms stands at attention and my heart pounds harder and faster.
“Kenna, this is Derek...Derek, this is Kenna. She stretches her tiny hand out and when I clasp it with mine, I have to fight the urge to pull her into my arms. I can already imagine how perfectly she’d fit in them. My eyes lock on her golden gaze that’s burning me up with its intensity. She slowly studies my face like she’ll be quizzed later on each feature.
“It’s nice to meet you Kenna. Kyle told me you’re about to go off to college in a few more weeks. You must be excited.” She’s only eighteen, I remind myself.
She smiles. “I’m looking forward to going. I think it will be a nice change for both of us.”
“You’re not going to know what to do without me,” Kyle tells her.
“Sure.” She rolls her eyes before reconnecting them with mine. I feel a punch of desire run through me. What is it about this girl that has me wanting to hold her one minute and fuck her the next?
Nothing has changed in all the years since then. She’s still seven years younger than me and my best friend, Kyle’s, baby sister. I know I could never let things go where I want. I couldn’t corrupt her – taint her with my darkness. I know it could never happen...but it will.
Chapter One
Derek
“Hey man, welcome back. How’s Janny doing?” I lean against the door frame of Kyle’s office. He and his fiancé just got back from a much needed vacation. Janny was stalked by someone from Kyle’s police officer past while she was living in NY for an internship with an advertising firm. The situation got out of control and ended with an altercation. Fortunately, it ended poorly for Zack, the stalker, and Kyle made it out pretty much unscathed.
“She’s doing as well as she can be. She’s skittish and struggling with anxiety from the whole ordeal, but my girl’s a fighter. She’ll be okay.” He flashes a smile at me. He and Janny have a special relationship. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen two people more in love. I know they were meant for each other, and after all they’ve both been through, they deserve the happily ever after – if such a thing exists.
“Did you get the report I sent you on the Maxwell case?” I ask.
“Yes, I did. How much longer does she want us to follow her son? We told her he has a drug problem. Put the kid in rehab.” He grimaces. “Get the kid some help, before it’s too late.”
I nod my head. “I agree. His addiction will only get worse, the more time passes.”
“Hey, I was thinking I’d take Janny out, and I’m going to invite some friends. She hasn’t seen Elle or Josh since we got engaged. Are you up for it?” He taps his pen against his desk while he waits for my answer.
“Yeah, I can do that. Where are we going and what time?”
“This coming Friday night, eight o’clock at Quake.” He drops his head and jots a few words on a piece of scrap paper.
“Sure, I’ll be there, dude. I hope it takes her mind off of all that’s happened.” I move away from the door jamb. “I’ll see you later. I have some shit to take care of, and then I’m heading out for the night.”
“Okay sounds good, man. See you tomorrow.” His focus immediately returns to his computer. I take a step back and turn, walking down the hallway. The last time we were all together at Quake was about six months ago, the night I met Janny for the first time. I spent most of the night staring across the tab
le at Kenna McKenzie’s alluring face imagining what her naked body would look like tied up in my bed. I know nothing could be sexier than having her there.
As much as the idea held appeal, I didn’t get to take her home and have my way with her that night. Even though the pressure of her foot against my leg had my dick hard for hours, and I never moved away.
Kyle and Janny left early and Josh and Elle went to the bar to get drinks, leaving us alone at the table. The silence between us felt awkward and tangible – so thick you could cut it with a fucking knife. There was enough sexual energy flowing between us to jumpstart a dead car battery. At one point she licked her glossy, red lips and I had to grip the edge of the table with both hands to stop myself from grabbing her and tugging her over to me. I knew if that happened I’d never be able to let her go until my cock had been buried inside her mouth and pussy repeatedly until I was satisfied.
“How’s work?” I asked, trying to break up the uncomfortable tension between us.
She arched one black, brow at me. “Do you really care?” she asked looking bored. The flat expression on her face had me wanting to show her how fucking exciting I could be, but instead I called it a night. Why should I subject myself to more of her attitude when I could go find some easy pussy that wasn’t stamped with the word forbidden? Besides, nothing could ever happen between us and I needed to stop wasting my time imagining it could.
***
Why in the hell did I agree to Kyle's invitation to meet up at Quake tonight? Now I have to deal with his sister, Kenna. I couldn't exactly say no, though. He's my best friend and dude does deserve some fun after everything he and Janny went through; a stroke, brain surgery, and all the crazy stalker shit that left Kyle with a knife wound and a psycho presumed dead. I'd say that's cause for celebration.
I’ve had a shitty day, and listening to Kenna’s sarcastic comments is the last fucking thing I need. Ever since we met, my attitude toward her flips from hot to cold without warning because I can’t handle the way I feel about her. And tonight she better watch herself, my patience is already running low. I can’t be held responsible for what happens if she pushes me. She might find herself facing the big bad wolf, and I’m all for eating her. I’ll fucking devour her. Once she rides my tongue, she’ll never forget it. And if she’s lucky enough to ride my cock – fucking life changing.