She held on as he nipped and sucked and licked her breasts, moving from one to the other. One of his hands went down to cup her ass through her jeans. She was caught against him, completely dependent on him for support, and there was something deliciously decadent about the position.
She looked down, watching as his tongue came out to circle her areola. He nipped her lightly, making her moan as the flicker of pain shot through her, heating her blood and making her want more.
He lowered her to the bed and she stared up at him, his cock jutting out from his body. She’d tasted that cock. She’d licked and sucked the head, gathering the pearly arousal she’d found there. She’d sucked his balls, lavishing affection on each in turn. He’d come in her mouth, and she’d swallowed him down.
He pulled her shoes off and then her socks before tugging her jeans down and off in a powerful move. Her underwear didn’t stand a chance against him. They were gone in a second and he was kneeling, spreading her legs wide. He breathed her in, the growl from the back of his throat dismissing any self-consciousness she might have had. She simply laid back and let him touch her with his fingers and his tongue. He licked her with a long swipe and then settled in, eating her pussy with the relish of a half-starved man at a banquet. She clutched the comforter, twisting it to stay in place while he swamped her with pure sensation. A big finger pushed inside her, stroking her as surely as his tongue moved against her clit.
He pushed her to the edge and when she thought she would go screaming over it, he stood.
Before she could complain, he was grabbing a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his dick. His balls were already drawn up tight against his body. He fell on her, pushing inside her in one long stroke.
He felt so good. He was big and thick, but her pussy was so slick. He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. The taste of her own arousal was right there in his kiss, like she’d become an essential part of him, something that changed him on a base level.
She held on as he started to thrust inside her, his hips finding a pulsing rhythm that she matched. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fought for every second of pleasure she could find. This felt primal and raw, a moment he needed from her to wash away the pains of the day, and she needed to give it to him.
Then his cock slid across the perfect spot, his pelvis grinding down on her clit so both buttons were pushed at the same moment, igniting a spectacular fire.
Through her own orgasm, she felt Michael stiffen above her. He held himself hard against her, elongating the pleasure, and then he dropped on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She held him tight as her blood pounded through her body, the relief a secondary wave of pleasure.
It was almost as sweet as the rush of emotion she got from the way he covered her with his body, his head cuddled against her neck.
“Hey, Mike,” a familiar voice said. “You in a good mood now?”
How had they missed Ty coming into the bedroom? He stood at the foot of the bed, a six-pack of beer in his hand. Ty wasn’t a big beer fan, so he’d obviously stopped somewhere to pick it up for Michael, who didn’t even raise his head.
“I’m in a perfect mood,” Michael said with a sigh. If he was bothered that Ty was staring at them and likely had watched them have sex, he didn’t show it at all.
Yep. A couple of days before she would have jumped up in pure embarrassment, shocked at anyone witnessing such an intimate moment between her and her boyfriend. But it had only been her other boyfriend, and he seemed pretty cool with it.
“Good because your ex-fiancée’s sister is here at the lodge. I brought you beer and your favorite chips, but Lucy seems to have handled it for me.” Ty gave her a grin and a thumbs-up. “You did good, baby. Also, you look really pretty tonight.”
She snorted as Michael rolled off her. Well, at least she knew what had happened and that Ty hadn’t planned to keep it from her.
Ty made his way back to the kitchen.
“I’m still going to need that beer, Ty.” Michael propped his head up with his hand and sighed as he looked her in the eyes, a soft expression on his face. “Jessie’s sister showed up. She was at my cabin when Ty and I got there, and I’m not sure I handled her well.”
“You were awful,” Ty yelled from the next room.