It was more plea than statement, and he had to have more.

Resuming the slow rub of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside her entrance, he added a twist to his wrist that brought the heel of his hand in contact with her hard clit. Executing a series of slow, deliberate rotations, he increased the pressure until her thighs quaked against his. Her ass cheeks squeezed his cock, nestled between the globes. She was close to breaking apart in his arms, so fucking close.

“Say it louder.”

Only her sweet, unintelligible groans sounded as her hips undulated, urging him to take her where she wanted to go.

“Oh no, Kitten. You know that’s not how this is going to happen.” He released her breast that he’d been cupping and curled his arm around her narrow waist, holding her tight so she couldn’t rock herself to orgasm against his hand. “They need to hear you.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, as her body tightened. It was her tell.

He froze as she pulsed around his fingers. “I’ll take you there. You know I will. Always.”

He moved inside her again—not leisurely as before but harder, faster, more demanding. Again and again he plunged inside of her, making sure the heel of his hand rubbed against her swollen clit in quick rotations. The warm air in the cabana smelled of her sweet scent and sizzled with electric anticipation. Onlookers outside the see-through curtains had stopped their quiet conversations, drinks forgotten, as they watched. No longer aware or not giving a damn, Bianca was lost in the moment as she writhed against him in time with his fast fingers.

“Say it.”

She tensed in his arms, her spine bowing. “I’m yours,” she shouted as her orgasm washed over his fingers and then she melted back against him.

Scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed, he marveled at the extent of her trust in him, even after everything that had happened; it overwhelmed him.

This was love. She may still be fighting it, but he’d given in months ago. He’d never been good with words or feelings or anything resembling something that would happen in a chick flick, but if he had to bare his soul to her to get her to understand that he wasn’t going anywhere—ever—then he’d figure out a way to do it.

That would be later. Now, he was going to show her.

Bianca

Surfacing after an orgasm that had turned her to melted butter, Bianca blinked her eyes open and stretched out on the bed, the cream sheets soft under her back. A languid satisfaction filled her, but didn’t dispose the deep yearning for Taz thrumming through her.

He stood at the end of the bed, watching her, as he slowly stroked his hard cock. The sight sent a thrill flashing through her, soaking her pussy and setting off a tingle that extended from her clit to the rest of her body. The wanting was almost as good as the orgasm itself—almost. He was a very talented man with magical fingers—not to mention the rest of him.

“I like the looks of that,” she said, rolling over and crawling toward him.

He put a hard grip on his dick as he stroked toward the swollen head, squeezing out a fat drop of pre-cum. “Ready for more?”

She stopped at the edge of the bed and glanced up at him through her thick lashes. “You have no idea.” Keeping her gaze locked on his handsome face, tight with need, she licked up the drop with the tip of her tongue.

He inhaled a sharp breath as she swallowed his cock, letting him fill her mouth. Flicking her tongue around his girth as she pressed forward and pulled back, she relished the blissfully tortured groans he made and the nonsensical encouragement falling from his lips. She didn’t have anything to rub against, but couldn’t help but rotate her hips in time with her mouth’s actions. God, nothing got her as hot as sucking this man’s cock and giving him the same near-blinding pleasure he lavished on her.

Balancing on her knees, she reached around behind him, sank her fingernails into the muscular curve of his ass and pulled him forward until his balls hit her chin. The crown tittered, but she had little use for them. They could watch. She didn’t care.

This wasn’t about the gawkers. This was about her and Taz. It always had been. Ever since the moment she’d walked into Devil’s Dip Gym, they’d been on a crash course to each other. Finding him that night at the Bisu Manor orgy during her search for Gidget had only pushed them together faster. The speed of it all scared her then. It still scared her. And when Tamara had shown up, she was the physical manifestation of Bianca’s fears of once again being left heartbroken and alone.

Flicking her gaze up to Taz’s face as she sucked him deep, she took in the strained line of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw and the absolute devotion in his eyes. Her heartbeat tripped.

He’d needed her to declare publicly she was his, but that was only because he was already hers. Whether they knew the names of each other’s childhood imaginary friends or their favorite kind of eggs, it didn’t matter. It was just information that would come out eventually during the course of a lifetime spent together. It may have taken her almost the entire day since Tamara showed up to come to the heart of it, but her natural stubbornness had mixed with her bone-deep hurt had blocked her from that realization until she could no longer fight the truth of it.

He stepped back, pulling out of her mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Everything. She had no fucking idea. What she did know was that now wasn’t the time to figure it out.

He caressed her check with his palm and dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with lust or the heated breeze coming in off the ocean wrapped around her. Before he could voice the question she saw lurking in his eyes, she drew him down to the bed beside her. The people watching them from the other side of the cabana’s curtained walls didn’t just not matter. They didn’t even fucking exist.

She pushed him onto his back and planted her knees on either side of his corded thighs. Running her palms over his iron-hard abs, she positioned herself so that her center hovered directly above his hard cock but didn’t touch it. It was the sweetest agony to be so close to him and not give in, but she wanted to show him what she couldn’t say, and she was going to take her time.

She lowered her face and kissed her way up his tight stomach muscles to his nipple and lapped at the flat, dusky nub, drawing him into her mouth and sucking. His moan filled the cabana, and he wriggled beneath her, bringing his dick into direct contact with her.

Tags: Avery Flynn B-Squad Romance
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