The Naked Truth (The Honeybrook Hamdens)

He groaned, pressing his hard, naked body against her. “I had a whole other plan for us tonight, but fuck if I don’t want to scrap it.” He took her wrist and guided her hand to the space between her legs. “Keep going,” he murmured, his voice so full of longing, it was all the encouragement she needed.

He curled his body over hers and she could feel the weight of his stare as he peered over her shoulder. She closed her eyes again, working the jet between her thighs, loving the feel of his cock pressed against her back, growing stiffer by the second.

“That’s so hot,” he groaned in a pained voice.

Good, because she was hurting just as badly. She strained forward, biting her lip as the tension wound tighter and tighter. His low whispers spurred her on, and her motions became almost frantic. He covered her breasts with his hands and plucked her nipples, sending her hurtling off the precipice.

She came hard, shudders wracking her body. Dimly, even as her muscles contracted and flexed, she realized he was yanking her hand away, moving that delicious pressure. She wanted to cry out, to tell him she wasn’t done yet, but an instant later, words were impossible as he bent her over and slid deep inside her in one long thrust.

Aftershocks still tore through her and her inner walls clenched over his distended cock. She was filled with him, and the sensation was so sublime she could barely keep a thought in her head.

“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he said, his breathing so labored, it came out on a gasp.

His hand snaked around her again, but this time at hip level, and the sensual water massage was back again, lapping at her most sensitive bundle of nerves even as he worked himself deeper, nudging against that spot deep inside her that made her want to scream.

He was ruthless, determined.

There was n

o teasing, no drawing it out, or making her wait this time. He used his body like a machine, pounding into her, sending her hurdling headlong into a brutal climax that had her chanting his name amidst broken cries.

Chase’s blood thrummed, and he groaned. “That’s so damned good.” Calling on every ounce of discipline he had, he drew back, ignoring the insistent pulse in his cock, the drag of her flesh against his, calling to him.

If he wasn’t strong enough to control his need for her, the least he could do was make sure this coupling wrecked her as surely as it was wrecking him.

He tugged her wrists above her head. He leaned into her, moving her hard against the grass, and pressed his hips and chest to hers. She moaned and arched her back, straining to get closer to him as he rotated his hips and ground against her.

She began to pant, rocking against him, begging him, “Come on.”

Her pleas amped him almost to the tipping point. He needed her. Needed to explore how far they could go. He had so much more to show her. So many things he wanted to share with her.

Oh, and also? He’d wanted this every damn day for ten years.

The only way to find out if the feeling was mutual was to test the waters. But right now, he had to focus on dealing with the waters at hand. He slid his wet palm down her neck, over her straining breasts, but skimming past her nipples. Down her flat, smooth belly and between her thighs. He cupped her pussy and gave a firm squeeze, and she writhed against his hand.

She struggled harder against his wrist and whispered, “I want to touch you, too.”

He didn’t release her, but she struggled in earnest now, pushing them both up from the ground with a mighty shove of her hips. He removed his hand from between her legs to give her a firm, resounding smack on the ass. She froze as he squeezed there and anchored her more fully against him once more.

Her breath was coming in pants and he waited. She tugged against him again, squirming to free herself and again, he slapped her, harder. Her breaths became moans as she arched against him. He growled low in his throat, his cock surging at her uninhibited reaction.

He closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head to clear it, then bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he flicked it with his tongue and bit down, her whole body tightened. She was going to come.

All of Chase’s senses shimmered as he focused on her. The feel of her cherry tip in his mouth, and his swollen cock pulsing against her stomach. He delivered another stinging slap to her ass and sucked hard, grinding against her, as she flew over the edge. She bucked and rocked, and he pulled away so he could watch her.

She looked him straight in the eyes as she reached between them, took him firmly in her hand, and guided his swollen tip into her tight heat. His breathing grew shallow, and he strained to keep from thrusting, intent on letting her have this moment.

Then she grabbed his hair in her fist, pulling his mouth to hers in a hot, open-mouth kiss. She pulled back slightly and traced his lips with her tongue before sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

Unable to hold back any longer, he squeezed her hips tight and slid the rest of the way into her, inch by agonizing inch until he filled her completely. The sultry steam that enveloped them felt almost cool compared to the heat of her body. He began to move in long, deep strokes, thinking each one would be the last as his body demanded release.

Urged on by the sounds of pleasure pouring from her mouth into his, he thrust harder, faster. Her body tensed, and she climaxed again. He flexed deep as her inner muscles pulsed around him, squeezing.

He wanted it to go on forever. Wanted to be in that moment for a lifetime. But the pulling, sucking friction of her flesh against his was too much to take. “I can’t.” His guttural groan came a second before he did. The heat and pressure coiled low in his loins and then it was over. He was coming hard, his cock jerking deep inside her even as she shuddered in the aftermath of her own pleasure.

Chapter Nine

Nine Years Ago