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I feel his inner conflict as we kiss and pet, grope, and struggle with buttons, strings, and zippers. He wants to go slow, he wants me to enjoy it, but he has a need. A deep, deep hunger of someone who’s been starved of affection for so long and is so close to getting what he wants he could explode at any moment.
His fingers pull my bikini bottom aside, and he wets one digit between my folds. A gasp escapes me, followed by a moan when that finger nudges around my clit, exploring every inch of my most sensitive skin. He curses softly into my mouth. “You’re so fucking wet; is that for me, my little dragonfly?”
My thoughts have melted into the moment, and all I can think about is saying “yes.” Yes to his kisses, yes to his hands lightly teasing up and down my spine, yes to the slow torment of one finger, then a second, sinking into my core.
His free hand works loose the hook at the back of my top, and I arch back from him to slide it off my shoulders, letting the wet fabric fall to the floor of the boat with a slap.
Brooks draws a whimper out of me when he pulls away from my pussy so he can cup both my breasts. “Beautiful,” he says, gently squeezing, tenderly kissing. Watching his expression as his thumbs tease my nipples into tight peaks sends a fresh wave of need through me. He nuzzles, kisses, teases at first, then lat
ches on. He keeps up the gentle squeezing while his teeth and tongue play, nip and suck.
For the first time with a partner, I come. I never thought any man could get me there. A watery cry of surprise ends in complete, blissed-out gibberish.
Imagine a guy being able to make a girl come by the strength of pure enthusiasm and awe. How? How did he do that?
Brooks sees what’s happening and grips me close, kissing me through it, forcing me to moan into his mouth. He pulls back, and I gasp at the surprise sensation of his hands on my rump, spreading me open.
I reach down into his unzipped fly and let Brooks see my cheeks blush as I pull out his length. My eyes cut down to get a look at it. Dark pink and veiny, his thick, warm cock pulsates in my hands.
The sea breeze cools my wet skin, and I involuntarily shiver. Brooks notices this, of course. “Oh shit. I’m such a rude asshole. Your cold.”
“Don’t say that,” I say, smoothing my hand over his length, teasing his ridge, noticing the bead of precum at the tip. I lick my lips. “That’s why I brought a towel.”
I slide off of him and carefully grab the beach towel from the back of the boat, wrapping it around my shoulders. I fully intend to hurry back to the bow, but when I try to turn around, he’s right behind me in the stern. Pressed up against me, his hands float around to my stomach, holding me still as we both struggle to stand against the rocking.
“What are you doing, Brooks?”
He teases the shell of my ear with his tongue and teeth, the nudge of his cock against my bare ass triggering a fresh ache between my legs. “I couldn’t stand being away from you for a second.”
Not for one measly second while I’m fetching a towel? It’s okay, Jax, just go with how good that makes you feel.
“We’d better sit down before we fall,” I rasp, the first logical thought I’ve had in minutes.
Grunting, “Fine,” Brooks agrees and takes a seat in the stern of the speedboat.
“Don’t be surly. I have a present for you,” I say.
Placing both hands on his thighs, I settle down on my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my hands once more, watching Brooks’s face flood with heat.
He rasps, “Jax, wait. Wait, we have company.”
That’s when I hear the sound of jet skis in the distance. I peek up over the side and see a pair of them buzzing around the horn of the island, heading toward the cove where we are.
“Fuck,” Brooks mutters.
I look up at him and grin. “No reason to let anyone else ruin our fun.”
Shocked, he stumbles over some words about being in public.
I shrug and tell him, “Once again, towels have many uses.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brooks
I should not allow this. I should stop this right now. I should protect her dignity at all costs.
But no matter how many ways I scold myself, the more I know I’m going to let it happen.
