“Beck, please.” I didn’t know what I was asking for, but he did. He seemed to know my body far better than I ever could.
He gripped my ass in his hands, and he lifted me up against his mouth. The only part of me touching the ground was my shoulders, but I felt like I needed to get higher.
He sucked my clit into his mouth hard, his fingers digging into my ass at the same time, and I fell apart around him. My thighs slammed shut around his head, and I tried to ride his face even though it all felt like too much.
I couldn’t think as my hips bucked and my eyes clenched shut. Every part of me felt like a live wire.
He pulled me down from the pool’s edge, and my body slid along his. Every part of him was hard against me, and I squirmed when I felt his hard erection against my stomach.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted to make him feel like I had just felt. God, like I was still feeling.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. His hard length pressed against the most sensitive part of me, and I tensed and bit down on my bottom lip.
I wasn’t sure I could handle another second of him touching me, but I felt greedy. My body was still reeling from moments before, but I still wanted more.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” He ran his finger over my chin and pulled my lip from my teeth before taking it into his own mouth.
His words forced me to tighten my thighs around him. I had never been talked to like that. Not by anyone who didn’t have a biased opinion, and there was something about hearing it from his lips that made my chest feel tight with panic.
Those words felt too good coming from his lips. They felt like he was offering me something more. But I knew better than that.
I let him kiss me, and I forced my panic down with every swipe of his tongue.
I tightened one hand on his shoulder as I let the other move up his neck and into his hair. I gripped the silky locks in my fingers, and I tugged his head back to give me better access. He moaned into my mouth before I pulled away and pressed my lips to his sharp jaw.
I followed a path down to his neck, and I let my tongue snake out like his had on me. I tasted him, the edge of salt beneath the musky taste of his body wash. He was addicting. Every single part of him, and I couldn’t stop myself as I continued to kiss my way down his neck and onto his chest.
I moved against him, my body already craving more of what he had to give, and I loved the way he groaned due to what I was doing to him.
I dropped my hand from his shoulder and worked it down his body until it rested between us. He still wore his boxers, but I could feel the length of him. My hand shook slightly as I slid it beneath his boxers and my skin met his.
He dropped his head to my shoulder and let out a shuddering breath at the contact. He was so smooth and so slick, and I moved my hand back and forth between us as I tried to touch every inch of him.
My hand moved from the base of his penis to the head, and I moaned as my fist slapped against my pussy with each stroke.
“God, Josie.” His breath rushed in and out against my neck, and I moved my hand just as quickly. Every time my hand hit me, I felt like I was going to break. I was still so sensitive, the feeling almost too much, but I couldn’t stop.
Feeling him against me like this made me feel powerful. I had him in my hand, his pleasure mine to give, and I wanted him to want me more than he had ever wanted anyone before.
I wasn’t a fool. If I hadn’t already known that Beck was far more experienced than me, the way he just mastered my body on the side of the pool hammered that fact in.
I knew that he had probably been with girls who knew what the hell they were doing. I was sure that Cami knew what she was doing, but that didn’t stop me.
I wasn’t Cami. I wanted him and only him, and I wanted to give him more pleasure than anyone ever had before.
His teeth sank into my neck as I worked him between us, and I cried out as I felt the move all the way to my core. Beck pushed his boxers down his legs before one of his hands wrapped around mine. He followed my movements until we hit the tip, his bare skin finally touching mine, and he stopped me there.
He forced my hand along with his as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. I tensed as he edged toward my opening. I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Not when he had been drinking, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I wanted him. There was no doubt about that, but I also feared what he would do.
He had the power to use me any way he wanted, and I knew that his want didn’t last long. If I gave myself over to him entirely, I wasn’t sure that I would recover.
He would move on as if nothing had ever happened,
