CHAPTER EIGHT
JADE
What happened between us earlier set the stage for sex with Baxter. There’s no awkwardness, or sweet and gentle. We’re both consumed and intent on wringing as much pleasure from each other as we can.
We’re barely inside my cabin when he’s kicking the door shut, his hands already skimming my simple black dress up over my hips, revealing plain black underwear. I wish I had something sexier. My mind wasn’t in the right place when I packed for this trip. I was still reeling from the betrayal of my best friend and my jerk of a fiancé.
They may be plain, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Baxter. His eyes positively gleam as they run up my legs and focus on my black underwear. He finishes removing my dress, only to sink to his knees in front of me, his arms wrapping around my thighs.
I brace my hands on his broad shoulders as he buries his face in between my legs. A bolt of heat clenches my core when he audibly inhales like my pussy is the best smelling dessert he’s ever had.
“Oh, my!” I mutter like a fool as he swipes his tongue up the center of me, licking me through my panties. His warm palms grip my butt, holding me steady while he teases his tongue between my cleft, zeroing in on my clit.
“I’ve been dreaming about tasting this pussy all afternoon,” he growls, his breath hot against me.
A trickle of arousal steadily dampens my panties and I gasp at the image his words conjure up.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to need an answer, which is good because I don’t think I could recite the alphabet at this point. His fingers tug my underwear down and ease it off one leg after another.
His eyes rise, the wonder and desire on his face making me weak. Without a word, he sweeps me up and strides to the bedroom, placing me on the messy bed.
I lay there in awe while he kicks off his shoes and quickly strips down to his tight, black briefs. He’s older and there’s a weathered hardness to his muscles and skin that proclaims he’s no boy, but a man in his prime.
Men aren’t supposed to be beautiful. Baxter is.
He stares at me for a moment, his chest rising and falling with the front of his briefs jutting out proudly. When he strides to the bed, I hold my breath, anticipation rippling through me.
Carefully he climbs onto the bed, looming over me, the heat of his body warming every inch of me while his dick presses insistently into my mound.
“I want you so much, Jade,” he says, and only then do I realize he’s trembling, his big body practically vibrating with need.
“I want you too,” I say, my fingers going to his face, wanting his mouth on mine.
His smile is brief, as is the kiss he gives me. He doesn’t linger, instead moving back and hooking his arms under my knees, raising my lower body up off the bed.
Confusion rocks through me. His mouth on my pussy silences my questions. My head falls back against the pillow. The long swipes of his tongue have my toes curling and my fingers digging into the blankets.
As he licks and works his tongue deeper into me, gradually my butt lowers to the mattress again. Baxter is hanging halfway off the bed, and I have no idea how that’s comfortable and have a hard time caring one way or the other while he’s slowly working me up to an epic climax. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my hips slam up and a scream leaves my throat.
My channel clenches desperately while my clit pulsates, my entire body locking up. Through it all, Baxter’s tongue roams over my inner lips and clit, lapping up my juices and driving me mad. Weakly, I shove at his head, ready to burrow into the blankets and fall asleep.
With a husky chuckle, Baxter lets up and stops tormenting me. The mattress shifts as he gets up off the bed and my eyes pop open. I don’t want him to leave!
He’s standing near his discarded clothes digging through his pants’ pocket. When he pulls out a familiar foil square, I relax. I didn’t even think about protection.
Lazily, I roll to my side to watch him, inhaling sharply when he lowers his briefs, revealing his erection. Every inch of his skin is sun-kissed, and that includes his dick. The thought of him tanning in the nude leaves my throat dry.
Baxter looks up, his eyes pinning me in place while he slowly rolls the condom down over his length. A shiver of excitement courses through me when he walks back over to the bed, his hand coming out to skim over my side, pausing at the curve of my hip.
“On your knees,” he says.
I scramble to do as he asks, kneeling on the bed, with my legs spread on either side of him. His hand snakes around my middle, his fingers going to my clit.
Lowering my head, a moan trembles on my lips when I feel the head of his dick rubbing around my entrance before breaching me. Inch by inch, he works his length inside, my walls snugly grasping him. He’s thick, and it takes a moment to get accustomed to the heavy, stretching presence of him.
All too soon, he’s pulling out and easing back in, setting up a steady pace. I was afraid he would be rough when he told me to get on my knees. He’s not. His regular thrusts combined with his fingers on my clit have me seeing stars, and before long I’m sobbing for him to fuck me harder.
His hips don’t falter, nor does he change the pattern of his long, even strokes. Patiently he works us both higher and higher until I’m nearly delirious with the need to get off.
His slick chest rubs at my back, his warm lips nipping at my neck, and still his dick slides slowly back and forth, hitting every nerve and touching upon my g-spot with his every movement. I’m rocking my body frantically, trying to change up his speed.
And then he stops, his dick hard and throbbing within me and his muscular body wrapped around me. A helpless groan of frustration builds in my chest.
Then his fingers swipe over my clit again, his tongue trailing along my skin and a shudder thunders through me. “Come on my cock, Jade,” he croons in a deliciously low voice. “Take what you need. Use me.”
His words wash over me, my nipples tightening up further and my pussy squeezing down hard on his thick dick. But it’s his voice that sends me over the edge.
With a silent scream, I buck against him, forcing him impossibly deep and do as he says. I come all over him, my juices running around his cock and down my legs. As I do, I feel the spasming of him inside me, signifying his own release.
Exhausted, I slump down onto the bed, his cock pulling out of me when I do. I’m almost asleep before my head hits the pillow.