“Fucking hell,” Johan groaned, his voice sounding desperate and distant to Kelsey’s buzzing brain.
Wyatt gripped her hips and shoved forward, stretching her hard and fast, and stealing all her oxygen. She arched upward, the sudden sensation of being so full an intense one. “Oh, God.”
Her teeth sunk into her lip as he reared back and plunged forward again. No sweetness or gentleness there, just determined dominance. His fingers bit into her hips with bruising force, and the pain was like sweet, sweet fire racing over her nerve endings. “That’s right, love. Take it hard. Show me how much you like to be fucked.”
She sagged fully onto her forearms as he thrust over her slick tissues, holding her at the perfect angle to grind right over her hot spot. Her mind began to fuzz from the pleasure, the pain, the perfect cocktail of both.
His hand locked in her hair, pulling tight against her scalp, and he turned her head. “Look at him, love. Look what your sexy moans are doing to him. Feel what they’re doing to me.”
She pried her eyes open, even though she was drifting into that near-narcotic headspace Wyatt seemed to bring her to, and saw that Johan had shoved his shorts down his thighs and was reclined against the other railing, his jutting cock ruddy and thick in his glistening fist and his other hand cupping and squeezing his balls. Clearly he had his own appreciation for a little pain. All shyness had disappeared in the blinding haze of lust and desire. His gaze latched onto hers. He looked on the brink, desperate, but determined not to break before she did.
Wyatt released her hair, but she understood he wanted her to keep watching. Johan was a gift to her. And Wyatt seemed to be enjoying her teasing another. His arm wrapped around her, finding her swollen clit and pinching. She groaned, a wholly unfeminine sound, and spots appeared in her vision. “Please, Wyatt, please, I can’t—”
“You can come, love. Come all over my cock and watch your boy lose it.”
He thrust into her, the tops of his thighs smacking the back of hers and his fingers worked her clit with the skill of a man who knew exactly what she needed. Johan’s eyes went foggy and she knew hers had to look the same. She watched his tan fist slide along his erection, a beautifully carnal site, but it only made her imagine what Wyatt’s thick cock looked like right now, wet and shiny with her juices, plunging and disappearing inside her as he claimed her, her body open and desperate for him. Pleasure sizzled through her like sharp, electric shocks.
“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. You’re so goddamned hot around me, love.” Wyatt’s fingers branded her hipbone as his opposite hand rubbed along the sides of her clit, lighting her up and obliterating any remaining control. She exploded with a sharp cry that carried over the water and pushed her over the edge. Her wrists yanked at the chains as the waves of orgasm slammed into her, making her body writhe against Wyatt’s tight hold on her.
Then dual male groans overtook her noises, both Wyatt and Johan going over at the same time. Wyatt’s cock swelled and pumped inside her, his body going tense against her, as she watched Johan’s eyes roll back and thick spurts of his release shoot over his belly and chest.
Ahhhh, God. That’s all she could think as another wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
Everything was so hot, so electric, so alive.
She was no angel or wide-eyed innocent. But somehow no matter how many wild, debauched nights she’d had in her life or how many drug highs she’d ridden, nothing compared to the pure, unencumbered pleasure she experienced being topped by this man.
He was better than heroin.
And more dangerous.
But right now she couldn’t find it in herself to care.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Wyatt leaned against the railing of the dock, waiting to help Kelsey down from the boat and watching with warm amusement as she said her say good-bye to Johan. The kid was in full aw, shucks mode, his hair falling forward as he ducked his head and smiled at Kelsey’s murmured words.
Wyatt crossed his arms over his chest, a little surprised by his own reaction. When he’d been with Mia, he’d been ready to tear apart any guy who came near her like some junkyard dog protecting his territory. And she’d known that it was his weak spot. When she’d wanted him to take her further, push the punishment and the pain past where he thought safe for her, she’d taunted him with other men to draw that meanness out of him. He’d taken the bait more often than he’d care to admit.
But with Kelsey that feeling of possessiveness was different. When she’d mentioned that she’d help out with Carmichael, he’d had a surge of fuck no. He didn’t want her anywhere near that prick, but only because he felt the urge to shield her from any and all ugliness. She’d seen enough of that in her life already.
Otherwise, he felt this odd sense of calm trust in her. The way she looked at him when he commanded her made him feel like a giant, like as long as he was there, she wouldn’t really see any other guy around. That rush was something he’d never experienced before. And seeing her weave her spell around Johan, knowing that Kelsey was strong enough both to submit to Wyatt yet trust him to see her other side, had gotten him so turned on, he’d damn near impaled Kelsey when he’d finally gotten behind her.
And she hadn’t been putting on a show for his benefit or Johan’s. Her responses had been genuine, her kinky side blooming right there in front of him like a hothouse flower. No fear or hesitation. His sweet waitress was dirty in the best way possible.
Kelsey laid a hand on Johan’s forearm and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then she glanced down toward the dock, finding Wyatt’s gaze and sending him a smile that hit him right in the sternum. “Gonna help me down, Mr. Austin?”
He pushed off the railing and stepped forward, offering his hand. “I’m here to serve you, love.”
“Liar.”
He helped her down to the pier, and Johan went to work getting their bag unloaded. Wyatt curled her against his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. “We need to find our ride. This private charter was well worth it, but I think we only have a little over an hour to get to tonight’s cocktail party now.”Author: Roni Loren
She leaned into him. “I probably should be nervous, but I feel like I’ve had a couple of shots of tequila.”
He chuckled. “You had a couple of shots of something.”
She poked his ribs, but then turned into him, pushing up on her toes and kissing him like they’d been lovers forever. Her blue eyes were soft when she pulled away. “Thank you for that.”