Reluctantly, her hand slowly works its way down her abdomen, stopping between her legs. But still, she doesn’t spread them apart. I give her another few seconds—until I’m too impatient. Then I lean forward, spreading them apart abruptly, and a hushed whimper leaves her lips.
“Be a good girl and show me how you’re going to play with yourself when I’m not around.”
I palm myself again, relaxing back and taking in the sight of her spread eagle in front of me. It doesn’t matter that there’s a beautiful lighthouse or morning sky behind her. All I see are her glazed-over eyes, her pretty pink pussy, and the gorgeous face of an angel.
“Only if you show me what you’re going to do when I’m gone,” she whispers breathily. “And tell me what it is you see in your head when you do it.”
Reaching my hand out to her, I put my palm in front of her mouth. “Get my hand nice and wet, just like your pussy always is for me.”
There’s no hesitation; she drags her tongue along my palm before spitting on my skin, and I give her a small nod.
“Good girl. Well, first, I’ll probably think about that look in your eyes whenever you need my cock,” I start, and with my palm nice and soaked, I wrap it around my aching cock and begin to stroke. “Because you’re a little slut for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she chokes out, circling the pad of two fingers over her clit before sinking a finger inside of herself. “I’ll think about howyour cock always looks so fucking hot that I can’t help but drop to my knees and suck it.”
“Yeah, you love sucking my dick, don’t you, Stella?” I coo. “You love feeling me hit the back of your throat while you’re choking for air.”
“I do,” she whines, fucking herself harder. “This just isn’t the same as your dick, Ridge.”
Flipping my hat backward, I lean forward and drive my face between her thighs, nudging her hand out of the way before I push my tongue inside of her with no warning. I continue to stroke my dick because I think it may explode if not. And with her head pressed against the front window, I eat her like she’s the first piece of cake I’ve ever seen after being deprived of sweets my whole life.
Tipping my head back, I spit against her heat before using my fingers and shoving them inside of her. I sit back in my seat, but this time, I yank her along with me, making it so she’s straddling me now.
“Wrap my cock up in that tight pussy, Fireball,” I growl into her mouth. “Sink right down onto me and let me feel what I wish were mine.”
Lifting her hips slightly, she lowers herself down. Between my spit and her being so fucking turned on, she’s soaked, and she slides down my length, feeling like fucking heaven.
I wrap my arms around her, gripping her by her ass cheeks. “No one has ever made me come the way that you do, Stella,” I tell her honestly, my fingertips creeping closer to her ass. “And no woman has ever turned me on this badly either. You drive me wild.”
When my finger slides further, just barely pressing against her asshole, she moans and begins to ride my dick. Her eyes burrow into mine, but it’s not like she’s searching for something. Instead, it’s like we’re talking without having to say a fuckingword. I feel her in every single place in my body right now. And in this moment, with her rocking back and forth on my cock and her hazel eyes looking into mine, I feel like she’s a part of me now.
I’m scared she always will be too.
“Ridge …” My name comes from her plump lips in a weak whisper just as tears spring into her eyes. She doesn’t say anything else; she doesn’t need to either.
We both know that this is the end of the road for us, and as I play with the edge of her ass, I swallow thickly.
“Right here, baby. Take it,” I utter. “Take every inch because until you’re gone, it’s all yours.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, damn near drawing blood, and she bounces herself harder on my cock, taking what she needs from me while she still can.
She doesn’t need to tell me she’s coming because I feel her pussy begin to quiver for me. And when she cries out my name, cum shoots from my cock, filling her full, just like I wish I could every single day for the rest of my life.
Her body continues to rock against mine, though it gets slower and slower. And when she leans forward, burying her face into my neck, I know that right then is probably the last time I’ll be that close to Stella Stewart.
And I know there’s not a single fucking woman who’s going to fill the void she’s going to leave me with.
We’re back from the boat ride, and Stella has disappeared down the hallway to pack her things. She’s been quiet ever since we finished fucking on my boat, and it’s clear that she’s pulling away from me before she’s even actually gone. I can feel her growing more distant, putting space between us like nothing ever happened.
No matter how much I loved showing her the lighthouse and taking her on my boat, it doesn’t change the fact that, in a few hours, I have to drive her to the airport so she can leave Maine and go back to New York. Whatever the hell this thing between us is, it’s coming to an end, and there’s nothing I can do to stop that.
I lean forward on my couch to give Marlin a pat on the stomach while he lies on the floor at my feet. He rolls onto his back, snorting a few times, and I chuckle, shaking my head just before I hear the rolling wheels on a suitcase.
I sit up, and my gaze finds Stella. But when I look at her, she does everything in her power to look anywhere besides at me.
When I stand up, my eyes take in the tote bag slung on her shoulder—as if she’s heading out the door right now. On her feet are the same fancy boots that she arrived in.
I narrow my eyes. “I thought we didn’t need to leave for another hour?”
