Page 51 of Thoroughly Pucked

She knows it, and she likes it.

Desire winds tighter in me, climbs higher. She gives me the controls, parting her lips in atake me nowmove. And I take. I devour. I consume as she tilts her chin, her way of asking me to kiss her ravenously.

“Ohhh,” she murmurs. It’s barely a word—an encouraging sound as we get closer, and like that, my dick isn’t just hard. It’s granite.

My muscles are so tight. My control is breaking. One kiss and I’m already vibrating with the need to fuck her.

Images snap ruthlessly before my eyes. Her naked flesh. Her raised ass. Her breathless demands formore, harder, again.

Tension ratchets up in me, and I’m walking a tightrope of desire—do I wait till we get back to the room, spread her out on the bed, and shower her with endless foreplay?

Take our time. Kiss, lick, suck, then fuck.

I want it all then. I want it all now.

Screw granite. I’mgranite-er.

I break the kiss for a second to get a grip. Need to calm the fuck down. No way will she want sex in thewoods. She came here for grape stomping and hiking, not banging under the afternoon sun.

Hell, I’ve never fucked alfresco.

I try to catch my breath and maybe locate an ounce of, I don’t know, logic or restraint.

But a few seconds after I’ve stopped, she moans out a plaintive “more.”

And, Dev, the enabler, doesn’t relent. He heeds her prayers, cupping her jaw, turning her face to his. She leans back, lips parted, offering her mouth for a possessive kiss. She moans and whimpers against him, soft, little needy sounds that turn me on.

I’m imagining the sounds she’d make in bed as I moved down her body, kissed between her thighs. Edged her.

I grip her hips, holding her against me, picturing all the ways I want to please her as she gives herself to him.

He finally breaks the filthy promise of a kiss, rasping, “You can have anything you want.”

Aubrey’s eyes float open. Her gaze is dreamy and trained on him, then slowly, she turns her face to me. Her lips tilt, curving into an intoxicated grin. She looks like she has a secret. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“What do I want?” Aubrey repeats, but the question isn’t for us. It’s for her. A woman navigating her own pleasure.

The answer? She crooks a finger my way.

Hell yes.

I’m there in no time with my answer.

I kiss her harder, rougher. I feel wild in my own skin. She’s moaning into my mouth, and I don’t know ifit’s from my kisses, or his, or all of us together. The circuits in my brain overload as I explore her sweetness while she rocks her hips, back and forth, him and her, her and me.

My cock thumps, ready to charge full speed ahead in the woods. I’ve got to get a handle on myself though. She said she wantedmore, but we can give hermorein the suite. She’d like that better, I bet.

I jerk away. “Should we leave?”

I make no move to go though. I can’t stop staring at the disheveled sight of her.

Hair a wild mess.

Lips bee-stung.

Eyes sparkling.

Skin glowing.