Feels like Trouble (Lake Fisher 4)

She’s right there. Her lower lips are wet against my length, and with one shift of her hips I could be inside her.

“I didn’t bring anything either,” she says as she bends forward and rests her forehead on my shoulder. “We should have planned better.” She sits up a little so she can look down between us. “I can suck—” she begins. But just the idea of her lips wrapped around me makes my balls tingle.

“No,” I say with a groan.

“Why not? You just did it for me.” Her eyes stare into mine.

“It’s been a really long time,” I confess. “I wanted to…” I let out another groan. “Never mind.” I shake my head. I can still feel her wetness. I can still feel her heat.

Suddenly, she reaches down and pulls the t-shirt over her head, leaving her naked in my lap.

“Oh, God,” I croak out. “You do hate me.” She must or she wouldn’t want to torture me like this.

She takes my hand and lifts it to her breast. Then she starts to move on top of me. I slide through her heat until the head of my dick is firmly seated against the top of her cleft. She’s so wet that I slide against her lower lips, and she gasps as I bump her clit. Her eyes fall shut at the contact, and another tiny sound of pleasure escapes her lips.

“You just came,” I remind her. “You greedy little monster.”

“Shut up,” she says. “This is for you.”

Then she starts to move. I slide through her heat, and each surge tops out at the top of her cleft, where I meet the tiniest bit of resistance. Not once do I even come close to slipping inside her.

“Does that feel good?” she asks. She watches my face as she moves.

“Yes.” It feels amazing. Earth-shattering.

“Good.” She watches my every move, every tic, every pulse, and every clench. “Can you come like this?” she asks, her voice more breath than words. “Can you come, Grady?” she whispers against my lips.

I feel it. I feel it as sheer need crawls down my spine and up my balls, and then I have to grab her hips and shove her back. I have to shove her off me. I come on her stomach as she watches. My dick spurts against the taut skin of her stomach as I hold her hips and she grinds her wetness against the base of my cock.

“Oh, God,” I moan as I finish. She falls against my chest, her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. Then she starts to rock against me. They’re tiny shudders, and the smallest of sounds. I pull my head back to look at her. “Are you crying?” I grab her head so I can gently lift it and look into her eyes.

She snorts out a laugh. “No, I’m not crying.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Why? Are you crying? Go ahead,” she taunts. “I won’t judge.”

“I hate you so bad, Clifford,” I say.

She laughs so much that she rocks harder against me, sliding against me in the wet mess on her belly as it gets smeared over both of us.

“You are evil,” I say, but I can’t hold the grin back from my face.

“I’m glad you didn’t let me suck you off,” she says. “I never could have swallowed all that.” She peels herself off me and looks between us. She’s naked as a jaybird and completely unashamed. And she has nothing at all to be ashamed about. She’s fucking gorgeous. “You came like crazy.”

“It’s been a while,” I explain with a sated grin, feeling like I can barely move. I feel like I’ve been wrung out like an old damp dishtowel.

She slaps my shoulder. “I can’t believe you didn’t bring condoms.”

“My plan wasn’t to fuck you.” That was actually the opposite of my plan. My

plan was to feel a little more solid in this relationship first.

She stares at me as her eyes narrow. “What was your plan, then?”

“To make you fall in love with me.”

She slaps my shoulder as she sits back, lifts herself off me, and stands up. “Mission accomplished,” she throws at me. “I’m going to clean up.”

I sit there in the Florida sunshine, my boxers around my thighs, my dick soft and exposed, barely able to move after coming my brains out. And all I can think is how much fucking trouble I’m in.

Because loving Evie Allen is one thing. Being loved by Evie Allen is completely another. The former is a fact of life. The latter makes me feel like I won the lottery.