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SIX
GRACIE
“What?”I’m so breathless my words are whispered.
My thighs are slick, and when I rub them together, a friction builds in my core that has my head turning foggy. I’m terrified to look down and see a wet spot on my bikini.
Tyler’s breaths are hot angry puffs on my mouth. I run my tongue along my lips, like I’m trying to taste him and not fight the dryness. His eyes flare as he watches me, a gravelly moan falling between us.
“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks. His nose brushes mine, the feel of his lips on my cheek making my head swim. “You want it so bad that your tight little pussy is dripping for me. Isn’t it, Gracie?” Oh God. “But it shouldn’t, because you know I can’t touch you like that.”
I whimper, and suddenly, it doesn’t matter that we’re on the beach, standing too close, touching too comfortably. Tyler has managed to play my body in a way that’s shut down my common sense. And I can’t get enough of it.
With a brave step, I’m pressing my body flush against his. Hot, hard skin meets mine, and I fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
“Gracie,” he warns, the guttural tone of his voice making my nipples ache against the thin fabric of my top. His hips flex, and his hard cock pushes against my lower stomach. “Tell me what you want me to do. Now.”
I blink in surprise. There’s a determination in his eyes that he seems to be fighting.
Forcing a swallow, I reach up and circle his wrists before tugging and releasing his fingers from my hair. His jaw works as I hold his stare, reveling in the power I feel watching him fighting to keep himself under control. I keep his fingers pressed to my skin but drag them to my front, to my collarbone and then further, to the valley between my breasts. A rumble builds in his chest, lust blowing his pupils.
“But you are touching me like that, Tyler.”
He spreads his fingers until they cover the swell of my breasts. “But I shouldn’t.”
“Nobody has to know. Just us.” Don’t stop.
“I can’t touch you like this out here. Not on this beach where everyone can see,” he grunts. His fingertips press deeper.
I push up on my toes and hover my mouth over his jaw. He smells like aftershave and sunscreen, and I breathe him in.
“Then take me to your room. Please, Tyler.” I plant my hands on his chest and fall back on my feet. There’s a battle raging in his eyes, one that tells me he needs me to be the one to push. To be the one who carries the burden of our decision, and I will without hesitation.
I tighten my grip on his wrists and, with a steadying breath, move his left hand over my chest, down my stomach, and to the thin waistband of my bikini bottoms. A shiver rushes through me when he toys with the fabric, not making a move to slip beneath it.
He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down hard on it before I risk a glance around the beach. The group of girls from earlier is turned away from us, but there’s a part of me that wouldn’t care if they did see what I’m about to do. The beach around us is otherwise unoccupied. My heart flip-flops in my chest.
Tightening my grip on his hand, I urge it lower and lower, until his fingertips bump my swollen clit and meet the wetness that’s soiled my bikini bottoms. I gasp at the contact, shuddering into his chest as he mutters a rough “Fuck.”
“Tyler,” I whimper.
He leans his face close to mine, turns his body slightly to the side to block our hands from view, and watches me with fire in his eyes as he drags his fingers down my pussy. I bite my tongue when he cups me in his palm and hooks his thumb under the side of my bikini, moving it out of the way. My mouth gapes when two fingers slip through my wetness.
Tyler presses his forehead to mine, and he swirls a finger around my opening. “Is this all for me?”
My walls pulse, the unfiltered want in his voice acting like a conductor to the electricity building in my veins. “You know it is.”
I whimper in protest when he removes his hand. “Wha—”
A full-body shudder works through me as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and slides them between his lips, tasting me.
His eyes narrow, igniting with something dangerous, maybe even feral, as he says, “Let’s go.”
* * *
I squealwhen Tyler throws me on the bed and climbs over me, holding my body in place between his knees. My chest rises and falls rapidly at a pace that should feel concerning but isn’t in the slightest.
“You’re gorgeous,” Tyler mumbles. His eyes slide down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I don’t want to tarnish you.”
