Cupping his now drawn up sack, she upped her efforts, hollowing her checks and sucking harder. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair, but she didn’t care, she loved that she could please him this way, make him feel good, to the point he lost control. And God, it made her feel good as well. She groaned when he thrust his hips forward, like he had no choice but to obey his body and what it wanted. Salty fluid leaked from the tiny slit onto her tongue. She moaned and sucked harder.
Suddenly, his hands were under her arms and she was hauled to her feet. Reid stared down at her, eyes wild, so full of heat. A moan slipped past her lips. He had a condom open and rolled onto his painfully hard cock a second later, then she was up, and her back met cool tile.
His mouth came down on hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then his cock slammed up inside her, stretching her, filling her, making her cry out. Reid buried his face against her throat. “You did this to me.” He groaned against her wet skin. “Made me lose my shit. Knowing that you’ve never sucked anyone but me. That I’m your first. Jesus, you turn me inside out, baby.”
“I know the feeling,” she panted. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
She didn’t care how exposed saying those words made her, she wanted him to hear them, to understand that he meant something. She’d known him for such a short time, but she knew she was falling for him. This, what they had, it was too good, amazing.
He slid out, almost all the way, then slammed back inside her. “That’s right,” he rasped. “You’re mine, Rusty. Only mine. Say it.”
He didn’t let up, expression fierce, hips pounding into hers, cock going so deep she didn’t know where he ended and she began. She felt her orgasm building hard and fast, and her legs started shaking, muscles tightening. “Oh, shit.”
“Say it,” he said again, then thrust harder, hitting her right where she needed him, that bundle of nerves deep inside.
“I’m yours!” She hung on, riding him through the most intense orgasm of her life, that beautiful cock planted deep inside her as she cried out and writhed against him, completely out of control.
Then with a shout and a long, low groan, Reid came, shaking and cursing against her.
After a few minutes, when she could catch her breath, she became aware of the way he was kissing her neck, her jaw, the way he’d wrapped himself around her, and she knew she wasn’t just falling for the man. She’d already hit the ground.
She mentally shook herself before she thought too hard about what that meant, before she freaked out, and grinned at him. “Well that’s one thing ticked off the list. I think it was a success, don’t you?”
He lifted his head and looked down at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “List?”
“You’re my sexual guinea pig. I have a heap of firsts I need to tick off, and you’re it, buddy.”
She felt his cock twitch inside, start to harden all over again, and she knew he was totally on board with that idea. “Babe, I’ll be your guinea pig anytime, though after that I may not survive it.”
She squeezed his ass. “But what a way to go, right?”
His booming laughter filled the room, then he started moving again—and they both shut the hell up.
Chapter Sixteen
Waves lapped against Reid’s board, the late afternoon sun starting to dip low in the sky. He could see his place in the distance. At this time of day the beach was nearly deserted. Which was why he’d chosen to build his house here. It was peaceful, quiet.
Out here, in the ocean, this was where he did a lot of his thinking, sitting on his board, water moving against his legs, waiting for the next wave.
This evening, though, it wasn’t business on his mind, it was Rusty. She had become a major part of his life in a few short weeks. She’d managed something he thought impossible. Rusty had changed the way he saw himself, had given him hope, the chance for a future he never thought he’d ever have. If he had his way—and he would—that future would include an amazing woman, a woman he had every intention of keeping in his life.
His mind drifted to the morning in the shower. Rusty on her knees in front of him, that sexy mouth wrapped around his cock. Her first. Since then they’d had several firsts together. She was hungry to try new things, held back nothing.
He couldn’t believe how damn lucky he was. For some crazy reason, Rusty West had chosen him. Why? He didn’t have a clue. He was just thankful she had, that after everything she’d been through, she’d decided to give herself to him, to take a chance on him.
At this point, all he wanted was to make her happy, to prove he was worthy of her trust.
Glancing over his shoulder, he watched a wave build, decent enough to take him in. It rose up behind him, and he leaned forward, paddling with his arms before he sprang to his feet, the sea spray hitting his face as he rode it into shore.
He was carrying his board, walking out of the water toward his place when he saw her. Standing on the deck, smiling huge. He felt that smile in the center of his chest, the way he always did lately. Rusty had hold of him, and he sure as hell would not allow her to let go. Not now.
Jogging up the steps, he rested his board against the house and closed the gap between them. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to see you stand on that board on your way in.” She rested her hands on his chest. “You can like actually surf. I thought you just sat on it and paddled around showing off your muscles to all the beach babes.”
Wrapping his arms around her, stopping her escape, he shook out his wet hair, making her squeal and struggle to get free. “Smart ass.” Then he dragged her up against his body, soaking her clothes, and kissed her, slow and easy.
She hummed into his mouth, and when he lifted his head she smirked. “You’ve got me all wet, Parker. I’m drenched. What are you going to do about it?”
The sun had dipped lower in the sky, night creeping in. There was no one around, apart from a few surfers in the distance. He ran his hands up and over the bright flowers inked on her upper arms and shoulders. “Drenched, huh?”
She nodded. “Soaked.”
He watched goose bumps rise on her skin, and since it was still warm out, knew it wasn’t because she was cold. “Turn around and hold onto the railing.” He heard her breath catch, and he laughed darkly. “Don’t move and don’t let go. I’ll be right back.” Reid rushed inside and jogged upstairs, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. Shoving it in the pocket of his swim shorts, he went back down to join her.
She’d done as he asked—still standing back to him, hands gripping the railing that bordered the deck. It was solid—no one could see what was going on behind it—and came to just above her waist. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a fitted black T-shirt that clung to her small waist and perfect tits.
He moved behind her and pressed in close. “You look hot, Rusty. Sexy.” She sucked in a shaky breath when his lips skimmed her throat. “Did you have fun with your girls today?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
He knew she could feel his erection, because she pushed back, pressing that fine ass against his cock. “You buy anything nice?”
“We went underwear shopping. Alex wanted something sexy for her wedding.”
He leaned in, pulling her hair away from her neck, nuzzling the soft skin there. “You get anything for me?”
“Yes.”
His pulse thumped a little harder. “You wearing it now?”
“Yes,” she said again.
Reaching down, he dragged her skirt higher, until it was up around her hips. “Under this tiny little skirt?”
He ran his fingers over her cheeks and felt smooth bare skin. “Thong?” She nodded, and he leaned back to get a good look. Bright orange lace appeared above the crease of her ass. The color looked gorgeous against her tanned skin. “I like that, baby. A lot.”