“Brooks,” she hissed.
“I feel it, too,” he whispered. “God, do I feel it.”
He inched more in her ass, the friction aching at first, then sending a tingling sensation through her. She sucked his cock, stretching her throat muscles as much as she could, welcoming the rough invasion. Groaning, he began moving the dildo in her ass, forward and back, soon in the same rhythm as the one in her pussy. She lapped at him more greedily, then released him only to suck his smooth balls. They felt like huge marbles, heavy and full. She rolled her tongue over one, then the other.
A tortured sound filled the air, and she wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. She was lost in a haze of super sexual need, flecks dotting her vision, sweat glistening her body and dripping down her limbs. “Yes,” she said, when he upped the tempo of the ass fucking, almost faster than her cunt. For some reason, it shot another current of arousal through her, electrifying her body. “So good.”
When he matched the speed in her pussy, her body contracted like it was one giant circle of knotted tension. Then, a beat later, currents of an unstoppable force rode through her, filling her like water to an ocean, claiming every fiber of her. She moaned, trembling, exhilarated, and so fucking satisfied.
With her vision blurry, she had to blink a couple of times to find her footing, to remember where she was and what she was doing. He removed the dildos from both her entrances, and withdrew his cock from her grasp, quickly turning around and positioning himself between her legs.
Oh. He hadn’t come yet. She gathered whatever strength she had left, lifting her ass in the air, offering her tingling body to him however he may take it.
He nudged her thighs apart a little farther and touched her asshole. Clutching the sheets, she drew in a breath, and prepared for the pounding. The head of his cock rubbed against the rim of her hole, bringing another upsurge of awareness. She rocked her hips into his, and he thrust deeper, his large size squeezing her channel one more time.
She threw her head back, her damp strands of hair sticking to her shoulders. Each wild beat of her heart struck her at a different pulse point, like his possession of her spread much beyond her hole. He caught a fistful of her hair, adjusting his positioning just a notch, then withdrew himself from her halfway only to slam back in one last time, before a guttural sound filled the air around them. He jerked, spilling his load inside her, and she gave up, head falling down on the mattress. She closed her eyes, relaxing her limbs, still tingling in all the areas he’d taken her and made her his. His. Even if they didn’t end up together, there was no more denying—in her heart, she would be his until her last breath.
…
“Please tell me this is it,” Alexa said, when he tossed the backpack he’d brought on the sand overlooking the tranquil waters of Lake Mead. When Liam had told him that morning Kace Jarred was out of town, Brooks decided to use the opportunity to take Alexa out for the day. He couldn’t go back to Texas yet, wouldn’t until he got some closure.
And staying in the same room as Alexa meant sex, which he’d never oppose, but she needed a break after their last intense session. The image of her with every entrance filled trespassed in his mind, and he cleared his throat. Awareness narrowed down his core, but he willed it away. This wasn’t about sex. Not today. Even though he had a hell of a hard time separating sex from the other feelings involving Alexa. Everything was mixed, like contents of a protein shake in a blender.
“This is it,” he said, leaning to retrieve the outdoor blanket from the backpack. He’d gone on a quick trip to Target to grab some items for their impromptu picnic. Gina his housekeeper would have been proud, as she was a confirmed fan of the big chain store. He bought some snacks, beer and towels.
“Good. You know I can’t do much physical activity after last night,” she said in a playful voice.
“I’ll try to keep my hands off you.” He laid down the blanket, and then both of them sat on it, contemplating the gorgeous view. Other couples, some with children, occupied the large area while a number of tourists hiked on the other side of the lake. Just sharing a silent moment with her expanded his chest, set him on a high, where downtime became more colorful, more visceral.
He grabbed his beer and opened it, then chugged it down. The previous night he’d claimed all her entrances, as if each time they made love, he needed more from her. Because she’d seemed so adamant about the brevity of the affair when they talked about it, he used their attraction to each other to show her how much they belonged together. No amount of sex would ever be enough for him to get unhooked from her—physically and emotionally.
She folded her legs and wrapped her arms around them. She’d chosen a pair of Bermuda shorts and a white shirt, looking impossibly carefree. No makeup, and that didn’t dim the brightness of her smile or depth of her eyes. “What else did you get?” she asked, pointing at his backpack.
“Red wine for you,” he said, retrieving it. He’d refrained from offering minutes earlier not to quake her serenity gazing at the lake.
When he gave it to her, she shot him a smile. “You know me well.”
“Feels like I don’t know enough sometimes,” he said.
She glanced at the small bottle of red wine and opened the lid. He hadn’t been able to find anything sophisticated at the store, but he wouldn’t trade these moments of cheap alcohol with her at Willow Beach for
