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Then I fall. Darkness envelopes me, the salt air rushing around me as I orgasm hard around his fingers. The stars in the sky explode into supernovas, raining embers across my skin. I ride it and his hand as waves crash over me, one after another, falling deeper into the darkness as I let go of everything, even life.
His hand loosens on my neck, and he pulls me down off the roof and into his arms. As I come back, I feel his mouth against my neck where his hand just was.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says against my skin. “We’ve got to get out of this truck.”
As if in answer to his request, the truck begins to slow, and Nick pulls into the Sandbar parking lot. The second it stops, Zaden strides to the edge and leaps out, reaching for me. I climb over the tailgate, and he grabs me, lifting me down to the ground.
“Holy shit,” Nick says, laughing as we walk around the side of the truck. “You guys are fucking nuts.”
“I’m more than a little turned on by all this,” Mia admits, fanning herself dramatically. “We’re headed home. Good luckwith… everything.” She laughs, then drags Nick across the parking lot to her car.
“Come on,” Zaden says, lacing his fingers through mine and leading me down the catwalk. Anticipation builds with every step we get closer to the houseboat. When we arrive, he leaps onto the back deck and reaches a hand out to me. I take it, and follow him aboard.
He slides the back door open and we step inside. Dim lights illuminate the interior of the cabin, painted in greens and grays, with a fluffy area rug beneath a charcoal C-shaped couch. Several surfboards are mounted on the walls around the room, all bearing the same logo for Kaos Surf.
“This is impressive,” I admit, glancing around the room.
“I did the repairs, but the design is all Mia,” he replies.
I reach out and run my hand over one of the boards, feeling the texture of the wax. These aren’t just for decoration. He walks around me into the kitchen and pulls a box out from beneath the counter. One by one, he removes candles and arranges them in a line, then reaches for a torch. With a click, it flares to life with a perfect uniform flame, and he waves it down the line as all the candles light.
“Did you really just light all those candles with a creme brûlée torch?” I ask in amusement.
A smile lifts at the corners of his lips as he extinguishes the flame.
“Cook, remember?” Then he walks to a panel built into the wall, and the interior lights of the cabin go dark. He taps on another few buttons, and I hear music rise from the speakers mounted around the boat’s interior. Something dark and exotic and dubstep that rolls through me like a mood instead ofsound. He picks up the candles and distributes them around the room.
“Come on,” he coaxes, grabbing the last two candles. I follow his flickering light down a hallway into the bedroom. A large black four-poster bed dominates the space across from a wall of windows overlooking the sea. He sets a candle down on each nightstand and turns to me. Firelight dances across his skin as he moves, and along the inside of his bicep as he reaches up to run a hand through his hair.
I bite my lip. “I swear I could come just looking at you,” I say, then smile. “Did I just say that aloud?”
“Then touch me,” he dares. “It gets better.”
I move toward him, and we collide in the middle of the room, his mouth hot and hungry on mine. His arms wrap around me as I slide my hands into his hair and push my tongue into his mouth. He groans, grabbing the back of my bondage dress like a human net to pull me closer.
“Free me,” I whisper against his lips. “I’ve been in this cage all night.” I turn around so he can see the corset closure, dual lines of D-rings threaded with thick purple ribbon. He pulls at the ribbon, and the bodice loosens. With a quick shimmy, the dress slides down to my feet, followed by my thong. I step out wearing nothing but strappy thigh-high heels.
I finally feel like I can breathe. When I turn to face him, candlelight ripples across my naked body. I run my hands through my hair, down my sides, and across my breasts. The skin hidden beneath the dress begs for attention, and I drag my nails across it, my gaze meeting his in the darkness.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says, closing the distance between us and fixing his mouth on mine. His handsgrab for me, explore me, tracing all the dips and curves. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs toying with my nipple piercings as I lean into him.
I slide a hand between our bodies and undo his belt, then the button on his pants. They fall around his feet, and I greedily drag down his boxer briefs, desperate to feel him. I wrap my hand around his thick, ridged cock, pulsing against my palm. I drag my hand up and back down, watching the play of emotions on his face. I stroke him until he groans and grabs my ass, hauling me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Ivy,” he whispers, rough and desperate against my lips.
I shake my head. “Not tonight,” I say. “Tonight, I get to be someone else.”
“As long as you’re mine, that’s all that matters,” he replies, tumbling me back onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the soft blankets. His mouth finds mine as I feel his cock between my legs, pausing at the entrance. He reaches over, and I hear the drawer on his nightstand open. The foil package glints in the candlelight as he rips it open, and sheaths himself.
I arch against him, and he slides the tip inside, then pulls it out. My breath catches, and he does it again. Then again. Fucking me with the tip of his erection and nothing more. I squirm. I beg. I claw at his back. Needing more as I feel my orgasm building and about to break. He holds me hostage, edging me closer, giving me just enough to drive me mad.
I’m done with this. I shove him back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips and sinking all the way down onto his cock. A moan tears through me as he fills me, pleasure coursing through every cell of my body like a circling vortex, tighteningaround me like a fist. His groan melds into mine as his hands slide down to grip my ass.
I rock against him, my hands gliding up my body, over my breasts, and gripping in my hair. I ride him, arching my back, my eyes locked on his. I want to keep it slow, but I can’t. He leans up and wraps his arms around me, fixing his mouth around my nipple as he pulls me down harder into his thrusts. Wet skin sliding, hands gripping, nearly bruising, my breaths fall as soft gasps against his neck as my body trembles.
“I’m going to come,” I pant against him as it races toward me like a wave in the ocean, curling to break.
“Come for me,” he rasps against my breast in hot demand. “Take what you need so I can really fuck you.”
