Page 57 of A Real Good Bad Thing
The hotel was a mile or so from here—one mile that felt like hundreds.
“Want a little beach adventure, sweetheart?” I asked.
Her lips parted in a delicious O. “Is this one of your recovery expert skills?”
“For you it is,” I said, then yanked her close again so she could feel the ridge of my erection. I could feel her heat. My head swam with desire. My body thrummed with lust. She ran her fingers along my jawline, tracing my stubble and brushing her thumb across my face. Even those small touches turned me on fiercely.
“Good,” she said with sweet, dirty relief. “Because I can’t wait another second.”
Filthy, gorgeous music to my ears. “I can’t either.”
This was risky, but I rolled the dice. I tugged on her hand, and we climbed the ladder up to the lifeguard stand. Wasting no time, I opened the door, letting us into the small lookout. Thank fuck it was unlocked.
“Damn, I wanted to see your lock-picking skills,” she whispered.
“Another time,” I said, shut the door, and spun her against it. There were windows all around—naturally—but enough darkness that we had some privacy. “Next time, I’m going to spread you out on a bed, kiss you properly everywhere—”
“Improperly,” she corrected as I pushed up the skirt of her dress.
“Yes. Very improperly,” I said, then took her mouth again in a harsh, needy kiss as I yanked aside the panel of her panties.
Soaked.
I broke the kiss. “Need to make you come right fucking now,” I rasped out.
“Then get inside me,” she urged.
In no time, I had a condom out of my wallet while she unzipped my shorts.
As I opened the condom, she peeled off her panties then bit the corner of her lips, looking as eager as I felt. I sheathed myself then lifted her dress again and ran my fingers across her slick heat, making sure she was ready to take me. “Mmm. Love how wet you get,” I said, praising as I stroked.
She leaned her head back, shuddering, stretching her neck, offering me her supple body. “Please,” she murmured, and it was a sin to not savor all this delicious wetness with my tongue.
But it was a sin I had to commit. “This is gonna be fast,” I said, glancing around once more to make sure the coast was still clear.
“Give it to me. Fast and hard,” she demanded.
I intended to. I hiked up her thigh, hooked her leg around my hips, and notched the head of my cock against her center. Then, I pushed in.
Just the tip at first. She gasped, a sensual sound that turned into a low moan then a carnal cry as I sank in all the way.
She trembled. “Yessss.”
She was hot and tight and fit me like a glove. “Next time,” I said as I eased out, “I’ll be slow and gentle.” I pushed in halfway. She moaned. “But now, I’m gonna be rough.”
And I thrust so deep into her that she cried out, a gorgeous, feral sound that might give us away. I covered her mouth with my hand. “Quiet as I fuck you, sweetheart,” I said.
She nodded against my hand.
Like that, I fucked her. I rocked in and out. I swiveled my hips. With each pump, her muffled cries grew more intense. Her hands curled around my shoulders, digging in. Desire crashed wildly through me as we both moved faster, building friction, seeking release.
When her noises grew louder, I let go of her mouth. “Play with your clit. Need you to come really fucking soon,” I demanded.
She obeyed, thrusting a hand between us, stroking her clit as I held her against the door, snapping my hips, driving into her, and reveling in the sweet urgency of tonight.
The need we felt for each other.
The unexpected coming together.