Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2

by Lyric James

  “So sweet,” he murmured and continued to lick.

  Loving the way he pleasured her, she squirmed uncontrollably. Her restless hands found his head, and she scraped her fingernails across his scalp. “That feels so good. Oh, yes!”

  He continued to lick and suck, tug and nip at her, sliding his tongue up and down her wet crevice. When he stopped and slid a finger inside, she almost flew off the soft dry sand. In and out he curled his finger between her legs. She was so wet she felt her juices slide between the crease of her ass. Violet groaned and squeezed her legs together, capturing his head. It didn’t stop him. He delved deeper, licked harder, impelled first one, then two fingers inside.

  The magnitude of her orgasm matched the crashing waves that swallowed the beach. A rising tide of passion dragged her under and stole her breath. She thought she might die of bliss as wave after wave swamped her, pulling her under.

  He sat up on his knees, evidence of her release on his lips and chin. It made her smile, and she wanted to return the favor. In one swift move, she hooked her leg around his waist and tumbled him backward onto the sand. He landed with an oomph, but grinned when she straddled him.

  “Damn, woman. What was that?”

  “I work out too,” she said, smiling at him.

  Lying back, he crossed his arms behind his head. “At one of my gyms, I hope.”

  She trailed a French manicured nail down the middle of his chest, gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down and over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “Maybe.”

  She did, actually, own a membership to one of his clubs, and used it regularly to exercise and stay in shape.

  “The monthly membership is very affordable,” he said on a hiss as she curled her fingers snugly around the base of his thick shaft and began to stroke. She wet her lips, lips that would soon be wrapped around him. The thought of it aroused her more than she already was.

  “Damn. What are you doing to me?”

  Violet swiped her thumb over the tip, smoothing the wetness that oozed from the tip of his cock. “Hopefully something you like.”

  Logan muttered through clenched teeth, “Like is not a strong enough word.”

  Gripping firmer, stroking harder, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the darkened tip. He was salty and sweet and thoroughly delicious.

  He grasped a handful of her hair when she gently eased her mouth over his cock. “Shit,” he moaned.

  Slowly, she swirled her tongue down his thickness, around and around, before coming up again to kiss the tip. Covering just the head, she sucked harder, allowing his cock to come out of her mouth over and over with a popping noise. Each time she’d twine her tongue around the shaft. She opened her lips wider and sank all the way down until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Closing her mouth around him, she sucked and licked, cupped his sac in her hand and squeezed. His balls were large and tight with need, yet the flesh covering them was soft and very sensitive, judging by the groans coming from his mouth.

  Logan jerked upward. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  One hand cupped his sac, while the other slid around his cock. She twisted her tongue around his shaft, and smoothed her mouth over him, tasting his essence.

  “Oh my god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He arched into the sexual heat of her mouth, and she glanced up to find his eyes closed, his face taut with pleasure.

  She pulled her mouth away. “Watch me, Logan. Watch me taste you.”

  Logan rose up to lean on his hands, and his heated gaze locked with hers and she loved the fact he seemed mesmerized, watching her lower her mouth back to his cock and take it deeper, her free hand massaging his balls.

  Another groan rumbled from his chest as he fucked her mouth and watched her slide his cock back and forth between her lips. She stroked hard, sucked long and deep, over and over until he was flat on his back again, pumping wildly with the need to release.

  His pleasured cry rent the air as he thickened and hardened even more than he already was. “No,” he groaned, pushing her head away. “I want to be inside you. Logan scrambled to his pants for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Within seconds he’d sheathed himself and tugged her beneath him.

  With his knee, he urged her legs apart. “You’re making me crazy.”

  “That was the idea,” she said, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders.

  He palmed his cock and massaged it. Taking the tip, he rubbed it between the slit of her glistening pussy lips.

  “Damn, you’re wet.”

  Squirming, she lifted her hips. “And ready.”

  He buried himself inside on a needy moan. “Oh yes.”

  Violet tilted her hips upward, bringing him even deeper.

  “Oh, god,” he groaned, a husky murmur of approval.

  “Fuck me, Logan. Fast. Don’t stop.”

  And he did. He thrust his body forward again and again, in a wild frenzy of passionate hunger. The intensity of his pounding brought her to a quick orgasm, ecstasy shimmering through her on a cascading wave.

  Yet, he didn’t stop.

  “Again,” he said as he pounded into her.

  With his thumb, he pressed down on her clit and circled the protruding nub, offering her no relief from his erotic onslaught.

  “Logan,” she rasped, struggling for breath.

  “Hmm…I’ve always wondered what my name would sound like on your lips when I was inside you.”

  She swallowed, unable to gather her thoughts as he eased in and out of her more slowly now, tormenting her with his easy rhythm.

  “I like it.”

  He continued his torturous glide, in and out, the base of his dick teasing over her clit, his balls slapping against her bare ass. “I’ve thought of nothing else since I walked in the door and saw you today.”

  Violet’s mind was numb. Her body trembled with need and desire. To hear him say the words was a sweet song to her ears. “Oh, Logan.”

  He groaned, deep and husky. “That’s right, say my name again.”

  “Logan,” she whispered.

  “Ah, Violet,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

  A whisper of wind drifted across Violet’s breasts and teased her already sensitive skin. Every sound accentuated now that he’d slowed the pace. Waves tumbled onto the sand. An up tempo beat of music carried on the wind.

  He slid his fingers between hers and carried both their hands above her head, the grittiness from the sand scratching her skin. Lowering his mouth, he kissed her, suckling from her lips, caressing her tongue. Logan’s touch was slow now, more controlled. He moved down her body, taking a taut peak into his mouth, circling the sensitive nub.

  “Logan,” she whispered again, arching into his mouth, aching desperately for rapturous relief. Her breath caught as he moved from one breast back to the other. His greedy mouth, heated caress, rock hard cock pumping into her wet pussy was more than she could stand.

  He stroked her slowly, pulling out and back in again, arousing her to a feverish pitch.

  “Logan… I can’t take… I don’t know if… Please.”

  Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “What is it, baby?”

  Any other time the endearment would have made her heart bloom, but right now it took everything in her not to scream.

  “Harder. Please, harder,” she moaned and bucked wildly against him.

  A low, guttural sound rumbled up from his throat, and he shook his head. “I kinda like this tempo. Slow, sexy, and you feel so goddamn good, so fucking wet. Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet.”

  He rocked his hips, deepened the penetration, grinding the base of his cock against her clit. The sensation of his thick hardness sliding in and out of her made her whimper with desire. She writhed against him as he rained kisses over her face, her neck, tugged the lobe of her ear into his mouth.

  Then he found her lips again. They kissed with a raw urgency that stole her breath. She shivered as
he kissed her below her ear, down her throat and across her collarbone. All the while, he kept a steady pace rocking in and out of her wet heat, driving her beyond bliss.

  Violet shuddered, tilting her head back, arching her back. He stroked her, teased her, tormented her as he sank himself in her over and over again. He continued to take his time, lips dancing over her skin, his cock driving deep.

  When she thought she couldn’t take any more, when she uncontrollably bucked and twisted frantically under him, when her entire body was a tight knot of sexual frustration, Logan relented and plunged deep, hard, fast, and wondrous.

  As she surged upward repeatedly, her clitoris swelled. Each thrust inside her sent jolts of electricity through her. He pressed harder and faster. She could feel the orgasm build as her thighs began to shake, every muscle in her body growing taut with tension and desire.

  When Logan’s hot mouth closed over her shoulder, she gasped as the orgasm took hold. “Logan,” she screamed.

  He thrust one last time. “Violet,” he groaned between clenched teeth. “Oh Violet.”

  Long moments later, she let out a deep, shuddering breath and relaxed her body on the sand. The hot length of his subsiding erection slid out of her. He twisted around, pulling her on top of him, and stroked a hand down her bare back, sending delicious shivers through her body.

  “I think I just died,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Then we died together,” she said.

  He laughed softly. “It was a good death.”

  “Oh yes, it was,” she murmured into his shoulder.

  Several more minutes passed before he rose with her sitting in his lap. He gazed down at her. Sand coated her legs, her back. She even felt some in her hair. “We need a bath.”

  Logan stood and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s rinse off in the ocean.”

  “That’s sea water, remember. We’re only going to replace the sand with salt.”

  “We can always shower when we get back to the house. And there’s also the pool. But at least this way we won’t track it inside.”

  “You’ve got a point,” she said, following him into the cool water.

  Violet waded in and dropped down until it covered her from head to toe. The coolness refreshed her, tickled her warm skin. When she stood, a splash of water hit her face, and she sputtered. Logan stood a few feet away from her with a grin on his face.

  “I can’t believe you just did that,” she said and laughed. “You are so going to pay for that.” She dipped her hands below the surface then launched a torrent of water toward him.

  She splashed, he splashed. She was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

  “Okay, you win. You win,” he cried, hands up in defeat. Logan grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the air, spinning her in a circle. “You win, beautiful. I give up.” A bar of moonlight slanted across his face to reveal a grin.

  She circled her arms around his neck. “That’ll teach you.”

  Logan released her slowly, her naked body gliding sensuously down his. The tips of her nipples grazed his chest, and they distended to hardened peaks. Already her body ached for his again. And she knew he felt the same, the evidence of his arousal growing rigid against her stomach.

  “Down boy,” she teased. “We both need a bath.”

  He nibbled her bottom lip, and she felt his warm breath against her skin when his mouth traveled the length of her neck. “Why? We’ll just have to take another one later.”

  Jolts of sensation shot through her veins, but she released him and backed toward the shore. “Look, man. I have sand in places it should never be.”

  Raising his hands in supplication, he followed her out of the water. “Okay.”

  When he reached her side, he pulled her to him and curled his hand around the nape of her neck. Instant heat swamped her body. Summoning all her willpower, she palmed his chest and attempted to twist away from him.

  Big mistake.

  Now she could feel every hard mouthwatering muscle in his chest. She slid her hands lower to caress his six-pack abs.

  Logan seized her hips and yanked her forward. His erection coasted over her belly button. He nuzzled her neck and ran his tongue across her shoulder blade. When his hands snaked up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, she moaned. Her mind and body warred with each other. She wanted to pull away one moment. The next she pressed herself against him, craving his heated touch.

  She sprang away from him. “Clothes. Find your clothes,” she said and laughed. “Let’s go back to the house. I want a bath, and I’m starving.”

  He chuckled, the sound gliding along her skin like a caress. “How about I join you for that bath, then I’ll find some of that fruit we had earlier, maybe some whipped cream. I’ll feed you.”

  Violet’s insides warmed with pleasure at his words. She shouldn’t have liked the way it sounded. But she did. What he suggested sounded like something a couple might do together. She needed to remind herself this was just a one-night stand. Pulling her T-shirt over her head she said, “I’m a big girl. That won’t be necessary. I’ve been feeding myself since I was around two.”

  After he tugged on his shorts and pulled his tank over his head, he sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist curling his fingers through the belt loops of her shorts. He kept touching her, and it felt so good. When he kissed her neck, her pulse did a weird fluttering thing. “I want to take care of you. I want to bathe you, feed you, make love to you again.”

  Her mouth went paper-thin dry.

  Logan took her hand, linked their fingers, and walked toward the house. Glancing down, she felt corny and ridiculous as she thought about that movie with Tom Hanks when he described how he felt the first time he touched his dead wife’s hand.

  He couldn’t tell where his stopped and hers began.

  She couldn’t either.

  Ugh.

  She would not do this to herself. Would not imagine a relationship where there wasn’t one. Hell, she’d just been dumped, and it had been a relationship. At least it had been to her. Look how that turned out. No. He was just being sweet. They would enjoy the rest of the night together, and that would be it. She would enjoy the moment and revel in the attention of someone as hot and eligible as Logan McMasters. Why not? The man was sexy as hell and knew exactly what to do with his hands, his mouth, and everything in between. And when the weekend came to a close, she’d have a wonderful memory to take home with her to erase the bad one that started it all.

  At the steps on the side of the house leading up to the pool, he let her go up ahead of him. He palmed one side of her butt. “Girl, it should be a crime for you to walk around with an ass like that.” He pinched her. She squealed with laughter and ran up the rest of the steps, Logan in hot pursuit behind her. As she edged a row of padded sling chaise loungers, he grabbed her and swung her up in his arms.

  “Woman, did you forget I was a star cornerback? You can’t get away from me.”

  “Stop,” she said, dragging the word out, sounding like a petulant child. “You play too much.”

  He released her slowly and eased her around until her back was flat against the privacy fence that surrounded the pool and deck area, the maple wood smooth and cool against her back.

  “I only want to play with you though. That’s not too much to ask, is it?” He lowered his mouth to the side of her neck.

  Heat bloomed between her legs. The next thing she knew, their mouths were fused, tongues tangling like a snake on a vine. His hands slid up and under the T-shirt she wore. He gripped the edge of the top of her bathing suit and pulled, releasing her breast. She groaned at the heat of his mouth on her nipple, the wet lash of his tongue.

  “Someone is going to see us,” she warned, sighing with pleasure, unsure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.

  “So what?” he growled. “We’re all adults here.” He took her shorts and the bottom of her bathing suit down to the ground.

  Logan released one foot
, took it and wrapped it around his waist. He unzipped his shorts, reached inside and freed the hard pulse of his arousal. Digging into his pocket, he found a condom and tore it open with his teeth, all the while smiling at her. Only seconds passed before he buried himself deep inside her.

  Violet moaned with pleasure as he filled her, stretched her, and she moved against him, hot, wet, abandoned. A rough, agonized masculine groan tore from him. It made her walls clench and shudder around him. Gripping her butt, he moved with fine, subtle, circling movements. Before long they became fast and frantic as he drove himself inside her dripping wetness. She held on to his massive arms, her nails biting into the hard, springy muscles. Her head thunked back on the fence as his tortuous mouth raked over her exposed throat.

  “Lo…gan,” she stammered.

  “Damn, I love it when you say my name,” he admitted before he reached between their connected bodies and pressed his thumb on her clit.

  She cried out, coming on a broken sob, wild spasms of pleasure ricocheting through every pinpoint of her body, wrenching Logan’s name from her throat over and over.

  “Hell yeah,” he said through clenched teeth. “Say it again.”

  “Logan.” She thrust her hips at him, and he pushed back, again and again, faster and harder, until he climaxed, shuddering violently, clutching her thighs in his hands.

  Neither of them moved for several minutes. To calm her system, she concentrated on the gentle gurgling of the pool, the soft sound of music coming from somewhere inside the house, the bright sparkle of the stars shimmering in the sky.

  More minutes passed before he slid out of her and lowered her leg. Their eyes met.

  “It’s your fault,” he said. “You shouldn’t be so goddamn sexy.

  Violet averted her face, but what he said made her smile inside. He cupped her chin and brought his lips down to meet hers and gave her a slow, lingering kiss that made her toes curl. She didn’t look at him when he lifted her foot and put it back through the hole of her bathing suit and shorts. He glided them back over her hips and snapped the button back in place.