“Well,” she says lightly, “if you’ve been hard for three hours, that sounds like a you problem, Captain.”
“That right?” I murmur.
She nods, lips curving. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before inviting me on a beach date with alcohol and strawberries. That’s on you.”
“Come here.” I set my glass down.
She raises a brow, yet shifts on her knees, closes the distance herself, and swings one leg over my thighs. Suddenly she’s in my lap, skirt hiked up, warm weight settling right where I’ve been needing it all afternoon. I rest my hands on her hips, fingers splayed. She sucks in air when she feels me.
“Wow,” she whispers. “You weren’t kidding.” She deliberately rolls her hips once, slow, testing how much she can get away with.
My jaw tightens at the spark of heat that movement sends through me.
“And now?” I ask.
“Now I think you’re,” she rocks again, a little more this time, “suffering.”
I let her grind herself along my cock through layers of flimsy fabric, her fingers curling in the front of my shirt, her breath starting to go shallow.
“You enjoying yourself up there?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
“A little,” she says, breathy. “Feels so nice.”
“Nice,” I repeat flatly. “That’s all you’ve got for me?”
She bites back a smile. “I’ve been thinking about this the entire time.”
She pushes down even more, aligning her pussy with my cock. Heat punches straight through my spine and my hands tighten on her hips.
She leans in, bringing her mouth a breath from mine. I can smell strawberries, sugar, champagne.
“Have you?” she whispers.
I fist a hand in the back of her hair and pull her the last inch, crushing my mouth to hers. She opens for me instantly with a soft sound caught between us. I take her in slow at first, my tongue lightly dragging over hers. She rolls her hips again, desperate now, trying to drag more friction out of me. I let her set her own pace. Then I break the kiss and drag my mouth to her ear.
“Gonna use me to get off?” I murmur, breath hot against her skin. “You wanna be on top?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah?” I slide one hand up her spine, under the back of her top, fingers dragging over bare skin. “You gonna bounce on my cock and tell me what to do?”
Her eyes light up at that, her wet lips curling into a coy smile. Before she can answer, I grip her hips and pull her forward, grinding her down against me with enough pressure to drag a broken little sound from her throat.
Her hands fly to my shoulders with a gasp.
“Do it,” I murmur.
I shift and start guiding her hips myself, slow, punishing drags of her pussy over the length of me through her panties. Every pass hits exactly where she needs it. I can feel the way her thighs tremble.
“God,” she gasps.
“Three hours of being subtle for you. That what you wanted, little tease?” I murmur against her jaw.
“I wasn’t teasing.” She whimpers, nails biting into my shoulders.
“You climbed into my lap,” I remind her.
“Maybe a little.” A tiny laugh slips out of her.
