Trouble on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 3)

“This is what you get for teasing me with that strip-and-run-away routine,” he’s said. “Now you’re mine to play with right here in front of everyone.”

Only their shoulders and faces were viewable over the top of the solid balcony up on the twentieth-floor, giving her an exhibitionist thrill without a significant risk of getting caught.

“Now…” He lounged against the small table on the balcony and reached for the bright-red shopping bag with The Treasure Box written across it in fancy script. “What did you bring back from your shopping trip?”

He pulled out an eight-inch pink silicone rabbit-style vibrator. “I hope you got batteries.”

“Do I look like the kind of girl who’d forget something like that?”

No, she looked like sin and salvation disguised as the hottest woman he’d ever touched.

Keeping his gaze locked on her as he fished around inside the bag, his hand brushed up against a package of batteries. “That’s my Olivia.”

He had it loaded in less time than he thought possible but longer than she wanted, judging by the way she squirmed in the chair.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Does your pussy need some attention?”

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.” He slid the vibrator inside. “Suck it; take it deep just like you’re going to take my hard cock later.”

It disappeared into her mouth as he lowered the back of her chair so she lay flat with her legs secured and her feet flat on the floor.

“Raise your arms up and hold on to the chair. Don’t you dare let go.” He withdrew the vibe from her mouth.

“What if I do?”

He settled back on his haunches, putting him as close to eye level with her wet pussy as possible. Her pink lips were slick and swollen with need already. Just how he liked her. “You’ll miss out on one hell of an orgasm.”

“We can’t have that.”

“Glad we agree.” He pressed the vibrator against her opening and inched it forward. “I love watching you take this in almost as I love watching my big cock sink inside you.” He eased it out. “Now that is wet.” Bringing it close to his nose, he inhaled. “You smell so sweet.” He dragged his tongue up the silicone length, licking up her juices. “And you taste so fucking good that I’m jealous of a sex toy.” He pressed it against her opening again, feeling the slight resistance of her tightness before it slid inside. “But not enough that I don’t want to watch you up close and personal as you come all over it.”

That’s when he pushed it as far as it would go and turned on the dual vibration motors—one that made the part inside her push against her G-spot and the other that rubbed and flicked her clit.

“Oh my God.” She arched her back and her legs strained against the bindings.

“That’s it; show me how good it feels.” He rolled his thumb across the speed control.

She held on to the chair with a white-knuckle grip.

“Look how you tighten your hold on this fake dick. That feels so good, doesn’t it, baby? How about when I do this?” He tilted his wrist so the tip of the vibrator rubbed harder against her G-spot.

“Mateo!” Her cry came so loud it had to have carried down to the beachgoers but she was too far gone, too close to the end to care.

Seeing her thrash as she balanced on the threshold of orgasm, as much as she could in her restrained position, had pre-come dripping from the tip of his cock, but he wanted to send her over the edge first. Lowering his head so his face was between her legs, he laved her swollen clit, his tongue rubbing against the buzzing part of the vibrator pressing on one side of her sensitive nub, pushing it harder against her.

Breaking the rules, Olivia released her hold on the chair and grabbed his hair, pressing him against closer to her core. Her climax hit like a tidal wave against his tongue.

Sitting back, he watched her body melt against the chair in the warm Florida sunshine.

The memory of her face as she came back to herself, the absolute ecstasy followed by that look in her eye—the one he hadn’t realized until too late meant so much more, sent him over the edge as he stroked his cock. He came hard and sudden, spurting over the top of his hand and splattering against the inside of his basketball shorts.

He grabbed the T-shirt hanging on the back of a chair and wiped his hand clean as he looked out the window at Olivia’s cabin. While he’d been jerking off, she’d turned out the lights and disappeared from view.

It was a good thing he had the memories because it was as close as he’d ever get to touching her again—and that was for the best. He didn’t need her kind of trouble in his life.

Chapter Six