“You need more, baby girl?” His fingers slide under the waistband of my panties and I nod, my breath coming in shallow pants. He lowers his mouth to within an inch of mine, our breaths mixing as he speaks.
“Ask me nice, Sutton.” There’s a hint of his familiar smirk, but his eyes are so intense, so filled with a desire that it sends a shiver down my spine. No one has ever looked at me like that, and I want all of it.
His finger dips a little lower, so close that I can feel the heat from his hand on my clit as he leans down and whispers in my ear. “Ask me nice, and I’ll make you feel so good.”
Oh. My. God. Yes.He’s a son of a bitch making me ask for it when we both know he wants it as bad as me. I shouldn’t like it. But Ireallydo.
“Please, Dean.” I lean up, nipping at his earlobe, making him groan in approval. His finger parts me, teasing my entrance, and then he growls into my neck.
“Fuck, baby girl. Your pussy is soaked. Is all this for me?” He presses a thick finger inside me.
“Yes,” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders.
He pushes deeper before inching back out, thrusting until my legs are shaking. Rain streams down our bodies, splashing off his shoulders as I hold on to him for support.
He takes his finger away, and I watch in utter fascination as he brings it to his lips, licking it. “Christ, you taste good.” He backs me toward our tent, his eyes full of filthy promise.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“I said no one is eating anyone. I lied,” he says with a grin.
Dean reaches around my back and with a flick, my bra goes loose. He slides it down my arms, tossing it on the ground. His fingers hook under my panties, peeling them down my legs as we get under the tent. He looks me up and down, his smirk back in full effect as he licks his lips.
“If I’m naked, you have to be too.” I tell him breathlessly.
He helps me slide his suit down, kicking it aside. And then it’s my turn to stare as his dick bobs against those damn abs. Little rivulets of water trail down his body, highlighting every perfect inch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man this sexy in my entire life. I guess dirty talking sailors don’t spend a lot of time in libraries and museums, but good lord.
He takes himself in hand, stroking and rolling his fist over the fat head as he steps toward me.
“Satisfied?”
“No,” I breathe. “But I bet you can fix that.”
Dean grins, pushing me back down on the camping mat and crawling over me. He gazes at me as he draws my nipple into his warm mouth. I arch against him, twisting my fingers in his hair. His tongue laves and flicks, sending little shock waves through my body. Dean works his way lower, pressing kisses to my stomach and hip bone as his calloused palms spread my thighs.
He lowers his face between my legs, watching me, that devilish grin in place. “This what you want, Sutton?” His tongue flicks out, barely grazing me, but it feelsso good. “You want me to eat your pretty pussy?”
I nod frantically. That deep empty ache is back, and I’d give just about anything for him to shut up and make it go away. If that means I need to be Jane to his Tarzan, I’m here for it.
He pushes two fingers into me and I moan, my head dropping back to the mat as he crooks them. And then his mouth is on me, my clit between his lips, his tongue lashing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The intensity makes me squirm, but Dean growls, hooking an arm around my thigh, his palm pressing on my lower belly, holding me steady.
His fingers stroke into me, the pleasure building. My hands tangle in his wet hair, water dripping down my arms. My breaths come in shallow pants and I can’t be still, my hips bucking against his forearm. He just sucks harder, watching me, eyes heavy with lust. A primal, rumbling growl vibrates through him. It’s that sound that pushes me over the edge. It rolls through my body, catching every nerve and lighting them on fire as it spreads.
6
Dean
Sutton’s hips move restlessly under my hold. I love the way she pulls my hair, demanding more, like I’d stop. I think the real issue might be getting me to leave this pussy alone now that I’ve had a taste.
Her head falls back, body arching, quivering. She’s so close, I can feel her reaching for it. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my whole damn life. I groan, loving every responsive movement she makes. Her skin flushes, her soft thighs clamping around my ears as she comes, crying out into the storm.
I lap at her juices until she laughs and pushes my head away.
“Down boy. Jesus.” She sighs happily, throwing an arm over her face. Little drops of water still cling to her skin, glistening on her stomach, so I trail my tongue over those instead. She gives a little shiver, moaning my name as she pulls at my arm. “I need you.”
Right now, I wish I’d salvaged a fucking crate of condoms from the sea instead of survival gear.
“I’m clean but—”