“Zane is coming. You have to stop.”
“They’re just talking. Let me finger you in the water. Nobody will see anything. It’s just you, me and the waves...”
She went on her toes when he slipped right underneath her bikini fabric, his hand claiming her pussy like he owned it.
Her heart raced against her chest. She grabbed his tree trunk thighs behind her, steadying herself as her fingers dug into his hairy skin. The idea of Jack making her come just a hundred feet away from his best friends shouldn’t get her this wet. It was wrong on so many levels.
But why did she push back against his erection, then? She moved with the rhythm of his hand, mirroring how she would move if he would fuck her.
She could hear Reed and Zane talk in the distance, their voices travelling over the water but too far away to make sense of the words.
“Jack… They’ll know…”
He nibbled her shoulder before he swept his tongue over her pebbled skin. “They can’t see anything, but they’ll probably know what we’re doing. It fuckin’ turns me on that they’re about to hear you scream for me.”
She didn’t know what to think of all this. She bit her lip, trying to keep her moans to herself.
“Relax. They’re far away. They can’t see anything.”
“But they will know…”
She sucked in a breath when two of his long, thick fingers slipped inside. She closed her eyes on a loud moan.
Jack was pure magical with his hands. And thinking about his skillful tongue made her almost lay out like a starfish on the beach—not caring who was watching them, as Jack would make her come all over his face again.
“You’re so fucking wet. I feel your walls gripping my fingers, needing more from me. When I make you come, will you scream my name?”
“No…”
His arrogant chuckle against her shoulder almost got her out of her mood, but one sweep of his tongue behind her ear and one pinch of her clit between his fingers already sealed her fate. Her legs trembled as the first ripples of an orgasm washed over her.
“Oh, Jack!”
“Promise me that you’ll only let me touch you?”
She couldn’t believe he’d even ask her that. What did he think of her?
“Of course, what do you—”
“Are you mine?”
He was nowhere near gentle as his arm made waves in the water while he finger fucked her, splashing salty droplets against her sternum.
“Are. You. Mine?”
She bit her bottom lip, hoping to keep herself from crying out while another orgasm threatened to take over her body.
When his hand suddenly stopped moving, she whined, “You’re not playing fair…”
His thumb circled her clit, the amount of pressure just right. How could he read her body like that?
“It feels so good…”
His hand curled around her throat as he kept her in place while he stood behind her, still assaulting her pussy.
“Tell me you’re mine, Adi. I need you to be mine because I’m already fuckin’ yours.”
“Yes!” she shouted before she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She couldn’t stop her upper body twitch while her pussy clenched and unclenched around his fingers.