Andrew was panting as he set her down carefully in the sand, leaving Jiya facing him in a kneel, her dress still caught up around her waist. “Jesus Christ, look at you, Jiya. You’re going to kill me if you get any more beautiful.” He hissed as he lowered the zipper over his jutting erection. “Oh fuck, sweetheart, I’m not going to last one tug.”
“You will,” she managed, battling a monstrous wave of lust. “You better.”
His shoulders bunched and he heaved her name, taking out his generous arousal. Oh wow. Jiya ground her knees into the sand, hoping to counteract the new whip of hunger with a little pain. Looking at Andrew, watching him touch himself so intimately, was preparing her body to be filled. She wept between her thighs, leaving her slick and wanting. Of him. Of that part of him he started to stroke, his clenched fist tan from the sun, his shaft growing red at the crown. He lifted his shirt with the opposite hand so she could see all of him. The veined ridges of his stomach and how it flexed with each pump of his flesh.
“This is what you d-did in your bedroom?”
“Yes,” he growled. “Thinking of your sexy little tits.”
Jiya swayed under the continual onslaught of heat. “That w-was so wrong of you, Andrew.”
He stroked faster, teeth clenched. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Make it up to me now.”
“Come here.” Before she could comply, Andrew had wrapped an arm around her lower back and dragged her knees closer in the sand, leaving their mouths poised an inch apart. “You’ve got the one remaining shred of my decency protecting you from a messy bang right now, Jiya, but understand that I’d love to be buried so deep I could feel that place where your screams build.”
Her thighs squeezed together automatically, a shocked gasp falling from her lips. But she wasn’t given the opportunity to reel it in the wake of his coarse words. No. Because Andrew kissed her. Differently than before. This was filthy and wet and it changed direction so quickly and so often that she was whimpering and scratching at his shoulders by the time they broke for air. “Please, Andrew.”
“Don’t ask me.” He caught her lower lip between his teeth. “Order me.”
A whip cracked inside of her and without thinking, she ripped his shirt down the middle, revealing the torso she’d spent more time thinking about than was appropriate.
His big form vibrated in the moonlight. “Yes, Jiya.” He nudged her forehead with his own. Hard. Goading. “More.”
Her hand whipped out, her palm cracking across his face. “Satisfy me,” she rasped.
Andrew consumed her after that. He came alive in a way she didn’t know mere men were capable of, let alone her best friend. Rough hands shoved her thighs open and with his tongue, teeth and lips raking up and down her neck, her ear, he positioned his sex over her clit and started to rub. Rub hard. Side to side, up and back. She wanted to look down and watch his ministrations, but he was dominating her other senses too hard to throw sight into the mix.
He tortured her neck, bathing it in hot breaths, thorough licks, stinging bites. Her body lit up, singing like a choir and shame had no presence in the moment. With frantic hands, she tugged down the bodice of her dress, pushing at her strapless bra until she could pinch her nipples—an action she’d never performed before but couldn’t help it now. They ached. They begged to be plucked and teased and sucked—
As if she’d spoken out loud, Andrew used the band of his arm at her lower back to heft her higher and his lips closed around one of her peaked nipples, his hand never ceasing its relentless teasing of her clit.
She was going to come.
Oh, the orgasm of the century was coming.
How could it not when she was looking at the way Andrew’s cheeks hollowed, his tongue dragging across her flesh to the opposite breast and devouring it with almost religious fervor? Jiya started to tremble, the bundle of nerves at the apex of her female flesh started to swell and tingle. The low muscles of her stomach seized up and she sobbed Andrew’s name, almost scared of the magnitude of pleasure that slammed into her like a giant’s fist.
“There you go, sweetheart. Let it out all over my cock.” He kissed her roughly, catching her screams and scrambling her brain further. Oh shit. Oh shit. She couldn’t withstand the pleasure. Too much. And now his tongue? “Tell me I can come, too, Jiya.”
“You can. You can.”
“Tell me I can come on you wherever the fuck I want.”
“Y-yes, Andrew!”
He groaned his pleasure and the second her orgasm subsided, he stood, his shaft still in hand and tilted her chin up, stroking that tight fist up and down, up and down his erection. So powerful. So hot. And then he spent himself on her exposed breasts, growling as drop by drop left the purple head of his sex and created a pattern that would never be duplicated. “Wear my come. I worship you with it,” he pushed out through his teeth. “You beautiful fucking woman.”