“My mom was a music teacher. We all played instruments. I haven’t done that since I was seventeen, not on a stage. And forgot how amped up it makes me.” She blinks and catches her breath, wiping her flushed cheeks. “Do you want to fuck me, Lawrence?” she asks flatly and for some reason her saying my full name is hotter than it’s ever been.
“Yes, pleas—I mean, yeah. If I’m being honest I’ve wanted to from the moment you first yelled at me,” I say, wishing I might have skipped the weird “please” part.
“Then let’s go.” She walks away from the bar, leaving me leaning against it, completely confused.
Brady’s watching the entire thing from about fifteen feet away, but he’s obviously gotten the gist, as he’s pointing after her and shouting, “Run!” His eyes are so wide, I see the strobe lights in the whites.
The realization of what just happened hits me.
I turn and sprint, finding her driving her golf cart away, swerving the damned thing all over the road. But my feet don’t stop. The dress shoes are killing me and my leg hurts from no real warmup, but the band is playing something loud and fun, motivating me to sprint harder. I cut across the field as she drives the stupid cart all over hell’s half acre to try to get home through the woods.
We arrive at the same moment. I’m huffing my breaths, standing at the stairs of my cabin, trying to look cool but all the cool is gone. She’s leaning on the golf cart and no longer wearing her dress. The swerving was her undressing. She steps away in red high heels, a white push-up bra, and those same white shorts-style underwear.
She staggers a tiny bit on the gravel in her heels, moving me forward to catch her.
Before thinking, I scoop her into my arms and turn, storming for my cabin. She’s laughing. It’s a little nervous and crazy sounding as I fumble for the stupid key. The moment we’re in my cabin, I set her down and we pause. It lasts a tense second before she shoves me against the wall and attacks.
It’s how I expected it would be when she yelled at me by the lake. She runs her hands roughly through my hair and trails them down my body, almost raking. I suck my inhale as she rips open my shirt and shoves it down my arms.
The violence ignites me.
I scoop my arm around her waist and pull her into me, crushing her breasts into my chest. She lifts her gaze, offering a fiery stare.
We’re kissing and now it’s her back slamming against the wall as I struggle out of my pants, hopping and flinging shoes. I have one sock, my underwear, and the cuff of one of my sleeves still around my wrist as the shirt drags behind me.
We bump into the coffee table and she shoves me again, forcing me back onto the sofa. I’ve barely landed when she climbs into my lap, straddling me and cupping my cheeks as she devours me.
My body is desperate to slow the whole thing down, savor it, but she’s flinging her bra off and her perfect breasts are in my face.
I cup them, noting the subtle pink to her nipples as I take one in my mouth, making her moan as I roll the other gently with my finger and thumb. Her skin is softer than I expected. But she isn’t soft. She’s ferocious, grinding against me, whispering, “Fuck me, Lawrence,” in my ear.
My whole body shudders from the intensity. But I refuse to Forrest Gump this. I stand, carrying her to the bed, and lay her down, gaining back the control.
She writhes but I gently thumb her underwear, feeling the soft lips beneath the delicate fabric.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, lightly brushing her clit. She’s squirming, but I’m not anywhere near done. I drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her legs roughly and placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh, breathing in the cherries and sex.
It’s her sucking her inhales now. She clings to the sheets as I tug the underwear to the side and lean in, brushing only my breath against wet lips.
She tries to move but I pin her there, hovering, teasing.
Finally, I bury my face in her, licking and sucking until she’s grinding against my face. Her hands find their way to my head, and she slides her fingers into my hair, gripping and moving me in a way she wants. Her breathing gets louder, her pussy gets wetter, and her grip on my face and hair gets tighter. She comes with violent jerks and gyrations.
The heady scent of orgasm, cherry, and excitement mixes, overwhelming my senses, but I don’t stop until she forces me to. She is struggling with her breath, her body still twitching when I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom, sliding it on as fast as I can. My dick throbs with the need to bury myself inside her.
I grab her thighs and drag her down to the edge of the bed again, spreading her thighs roughly. She gasps as I’m tugging her underwear to the side and rubbing my cockhead against the wetness of her pussy.
I pause, taking her in. In the bit of light coming in the window from the small moon across the water, her skin glows. Her body is long and lean but the curves and softness have filled out nicely.
She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze and I thrust in a bit. Her glistening lips part and her head falls back again. She’s not entirely ready for me so I give her half, pumping a few times before inching more in.
“Fuck.” She adjusts as I push in more. She backs off, pulling away and removing me from her. She sits up and pushes me back, her mouth dropping open again. “What the
