Page 89 of The Hollywood Switch-up

She broke—clenching around his fingers, her whole body shaking against the tree, his name torn from her throat. He worked her through it, gentler now, until she was pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and trembling.

He rose to his feet, cupped her face, and kissed her—deep, unhurried, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She kissed him back hard, chasing the flavor, her tongue sliding against his.

“That’s what you taste like after running from me,” he said against her lips.

She made a low sound in her throat. When they broke apart, her gaze dropped—to his chest, lower, to where his cock strained against his shorts. Her expression shifted. Deliberate now.

She pushed off the tree. One palm flat against his chest. Then the other. Walking toward him, eyes never leaving his, backing him up until he caught the trunk behind him with both hands.

“I won the chase too.” Her voice was low, her hands tracing down his torso. “Now I want to taste what winning feels like.”

A wave crashed somewhere behind them. His heart slammed against his ribs.

Then she sank to her knees.

The sight of her—kneeling in the sand, his shirt hanging off one shoulder, morning light painting gold across her cheekbone—stopped him cold. She tugged at his shorts and he helped her shove them down.

She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking once—then her grip tightened, testing, her thumb tracing the ridge with a curiosity that was pure Erika. “You’ve been keeping this to yourself all morning.” She stroked him again, root to tip. “Genuinely inconsiderate.”

A strangled laugh escaped him. “I wasn’t⁠—”

Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, base to tip, and the laugh died in his throat.

She started slowly. Just the head—her tongue circling. Tasting him.

The bark bit into his shoulders, the sun warm on his face, the palms whispering overhead. And her mouth—Dios, her mouth—hot, wet, unhurried.

His hand found her hair. Not guiding. Just holding on.

She took him deeper. Inch by inch, her lips stretching around him, her throat relaxing. He watched himself disappear into her mouth and his vision went white at the edges.

“Erika—” Her name came out broken. “Your mouth—Joder—I can’t think when you⁠—”

A voice drifted from somewhere down the beach—distant, indistinct. Resort staff starting their morning rounds. They both froze. Her mouth was still around him, her eyes flicking up to meet his.

His heart stopped.

The voice faded. Footsteps moving away.

She smiled around his cock—wicked—and took him deeper. The danger of it sharpened everything—anyone could round that outcrop, anyone could see him wrecked and shaking with this woman on her knees.

She found a rhythm—slow and deep. Her other palm pressed flat against his stomach. When she moaned around him, the vibration shot up his spine and his knees nearly buckled.

“I want to hear you beg,” she said, pulling back just enough that her lips brushed the head of him with every word. “Quietly. So no one hears how wrecked I make you.”

“Por favor, Erika—don’t stop—no pares, por favor⁠—”

She took him to the root. Hollowed her cheeks. The eye contact undid him—her looking up at him with his cock in her mouth, morning light catching the tears at the corners of her eyes. The trust in her gaze.

“I’m going to come,” he said. “If you keep looking at me like that—Dios—I’m going to come down your throat and I need you to tell me⁠—”

She gripped his hip and pulled him deeper. Her answer.

He came with a groan that echoed off the water—spilling into her mouth in hot pulses while his legs shook, his vision blurred, a sound tore out of him. She took all of it, swallowing around him, her eyes locked on his face.

When he finished, she pulled back slowly—holding his gaze as she let him slip from her mouth. A drop escaped, trailing down her chin. She caught it with her thumb, brought it to her lips, and sucked it clean.

His legs gave out. He slid down the tree trunk until he was sitting in the sand, boneless, wrecked. She crawled into his lap, straddling him, her arms looping around his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her—slow and deep.