nked up, her lips plumped and turned cherry red. She stripped off until she was in front of me in nothing but a lacy black bra and thong.
“Okay. Now sit in the chair again.”
As she took her seat, I walked over to her and slipped off a bra strap. I captured a nipple in my mouth and sucked and laved it. Serena’s head tilted back, and she groaned.
This had not been my intention, but she was blossoming in front of my eyes. The way to Serena was through her passion. I undid her bra and flung it to the ground. My hands cupped her breasts as my lips captured hers.
Then I broke away from her. “Stay there.” I told her, and I picked up my camera.
“Pose for me, Serena.”
The snaps were entirely different. Even when I had her dress in different clothes she didn't lose that flush. Her face had come alive on camera due to her arousal. She glowed on my tiny screen but only I would know it was because of the lust pulsing through her body. I finished by encouraging her to strip off down to her bra and panties again. Then I slung the strap holding the camera around the back of my neck and stalked back over to her. Rather than be nervous she looked at me like I was a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and she was holding a spoon.
I moved her thighs apart and stroked my thumb under her panties, pressing slightly on her nub. She bit her lip, moaned and raised her pelvis.
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
I ripped her panties from her body and placing three fingers together I worked them in and out of her heat. Her moisture ran, dripping over my fingers as her breathing became ever more labored and she attempted to clench her thighs together. I’d had enough of teasing. I lifted her out of the chair and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.
She padded over to my bed, but I shook my head. “No, Serena, up against the window. You like to be watched, don’t you? Carbon Beach is a public beach, you might be seen, you might not.”
She smiled and walked right over to the window, gazing at the ocean while I shed my clothes.
“What a view. I still can’t get over this being what I get to look at daily.”
“The view is stunning.” I said. “Carbon Beach is okay too.”
I pushed her against the cold of the window and she gasped. Then I held her arms up, palms against the pane. I parted her thighs with my knee, grabbed hold of my cock and teased around her entrance before pushing deep inside her. Her breasts flattened against the window pane.
“Oh fuck, yes.” She gasped.
I pulled out slowly until I was almost completely out of her, and then I slammed back into her hard. She screamed in pleasure.
“More, I want more.”
I slipped my hand around the front of her pussy and strummed her clit while I continued to tease her with my slow thrusts. She pushed back against my cock trying to impale herself on it, too desperate to wait for me to fill her again.
“Please. I can’t take it. I need to come.” She begged.
So I gave her what she asked for. I pumped into her hard over and over again, so hard I thought we might break through the window. There was no one watching but we wouldn’t have cared anyway, we were completely given over to the sensations of fucking and pleasure.
I wrapped my hand in her hair and tugged her head back hard as I bit into the side of her neck. It was like fireworks went off. I came so hard I saw stars and her pussy milked my cock for everything I had. I sealed the wound, picked her up and placed her under my comforter. Sliding in alongside her, I placed my camera on the bed, and gathered her into my arms.
Her eyes flickered open. “There are no words for how good it is, Flynn. No words.”
But there could be pictures. I snapped photos of her lying in bed looking thoroughly fucked and sated. They were for my eyes only and I’d make sure they were kept someplace safe. I’d learned my lesson on that one in the past. On private personal photos becoming public property.
As she closed her eyes to succumb to sleep I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was.
She was captivating us all. If she said no, she’d destroy us—I was sure of it.
Chapter Nineteen
Serena
I woke to find myself wrapped in Flynn’s arms. I was comfortable, the heat from his body soaking through mine. It felt like a stone sank in my stomach as I realized I didn’t want to leave; I didn’t want to get out of bed. I was letting my feelings win out over common sense and my job. If I wasn’t careful I’d be Leonie mark II. I needed to get my head back in the game. I slipped out of Flynn’s embrace. He never disturbed as I went downstairs, dressed quickly, and snuck out of his house. It was a little after 6am.