by Lane Hart
Leaning forward, he plants a wet kiss below my belly button, which makes his bearded chin tickle me even lower.
“You want my tongue…here?” he asks, swiping his index finger down my slit and making me squirm while he kisses his way down.
“Yes!” I cry out, my head thrown back against the dresser mirror as he gets closer to where I ache for him to be. “Please, Brody.”
He finally starts flicking his tongue over my clit a second later, causing a string of my desperate, strangled cries to fill the room.
“Louder, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels,” he says before he buries his face between my legs.
The slickness of his hot, wet tongue combined with his long, blunt fingers, and the soft, scruff of his beard is too much sensation. I scream and cry beg him to stop, to go faster, to give me more, until my voice grows hoarse and I can’t possibly come again. I’m not sure how many orgasms I have – it was either three or four, or one long, ongoing explosion of pleasure.
“Please,” I sob, eyes shut tight, and my body a sweaty mess, with my arms and legs quivering from holding them apart.
“Please, what, sweetheart?” Brody asks, placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh.
“Fuck me,” I say, needing him inside me.
He finally takes pity on me, lifting me off the dresser and hauling me over to the glass door again, grasping my ass. I somehow find the strength to wrap my legs around him before he slides home, filling me perfectly in one deep thrust.
…
Brody
“Ah, yes! Ah, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Riley’s screams of pleasure with each pump of my hips is music to my ears. I pound into her, bouncing her on my cock harder and faster against the glass door. I’m starting to think that’s the only way I can ever be with this woman.
I dip my head down to nuzzle her jiggling tits while I fuck her, but I don’t dare cover her mouth. Her naturally red, pouty lips are parted, giving way to her various cries. Every so often, I look out at the beach to make sure no one is watching us and that the girls are not returning yet. Even if they were, I don’t think I could stop until I finish inside of Riley. Her pussy is dripping wet from my tongue lashing and so hot and tight that I can’t get enough.
Last night, I said this wouldn’t happen again. Yet, only twelve hours later and here I am, back inside of her again. I can’t fucking resist.
Besides, now that I’ve crossed the line, it doesn’t seem so bad the second time.
Riley will be gone in less than a week. If we’re careful and don’t get caught, no one has to know about us but her and me. I need this explosive passion too much to stay away from her.
Knowing I’m getting close, I tell Riley, “Come on my cock so I can fill you up, sweetheart.”
“Is this…is this the last time?” she asks, combing her fingers through the sides of my hair and tugging on it to make me look into her sad blue eyes while I drive her further up the door with my hips.
“Fuck no,” I answer honestly. There’s no point in even trying to stop now. I’m pretty sure we’re both too far gone not to fuck each other as many times as possible this week.
“Good,” Riley replies with a smile while she bites down on her bottom lip. “Then don’t hold back, Brody.”
“You think this is holding back?” I ask, giving her a lazy grin before I thrust into her so hard her eyes roll back in her head.
“Uh-huh,” she mutters, egging me on. “Fuck me…fuck me like last night.”
Giving her what she wants, I drive my hips up at the same time I slam her down on my cock hard enough that her teeth probably rattle.
“Yes!” she cries out, winding her arms around my head as I bury my face in her neck, fucking her like I can’t get deep enough. And I can’t. No matter how hard I try.
“Oh, God, Brody!” Riley screams when her pussy clamps down on my cock and squeezes the hell out of it, taking me with her.
Three pumps of my hips later and I’m completely spent. She rung me out so damn good. Both of us continue to gasp as we come down, her arms and legs still locked around me.
Once I can finally breath normally again, I brush my lips against hers in a soft, grateful kiss to prove to her I’m not always a ravenous beast. I can be gentle sometimes too.
Riley’s lips linger and then she eases her tongue past mine, deepening the kiss. Neither of us let up for a long time, not until I see movement out of the corner of my eye.
The girls are walking back up the beach.
I quickly move us behind the dark curtain that’s pulled over to the side to block us from view.
“They’re back?” Riley asks in understanding.
“Yeah, so I better grab my clothes and go.”
“Yeah, and I need to clean up this cum running down my thighs,” she tells me with a relaxed, satisfied smile.
“You know it was worth the mess,” I reply, unable to contain my own grin. I set her feet back on the floor and let her go, gathering my clothes so I can run upstairs and redress.
“See you tonight?” I ask on the way out of her room.
“Oh yeah,” Riley agrees, practically beaming at me.
“Wait at least an hour after they’re all asleep, and then get your ass upstairs,” I tell her, already missing her in my arms.
“Yes, sir,” she replies with a salute, still naked and gorgeous.
“And shut those blinds,” I order as I start pulling her door closed behind me while juggling an arm full of my clothes and shoes. “Are you trying to flash the whole beach?” I tease her before it shuts behind me.
“No, just you!” she calls out, making me smile and shake my head as I run up the stairs.
Chapter Eight
Riley
I’ve just gotten dressed again, and cleaned up the smudged glass and myself with a towel when there’s a knock on the door.
“Just a second,” I say, tossing the cum-stained towel into the closet and tidying up my room since I’m not sure who is on the other side of the door, but I assume it’s Cheryl.
Once everything is back to normal, I crack open the door to find my best friend on the other side, still in her bathing suit and teal, oversized coverup.
“Let me in,” she whispers urgently. I open the door for her to come in then shut it again.
“What’s up?” I ask, going over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Shit.
From my seat, I realize I missed a spot. I’m at eye level with the dresser and there’s a big spot of my wetness on it that I need to wipe off.
“It smells like sex in here,” Cheryl remarks, scrunching up her nose.
“No, it doesn’t,” I automatically fire back. “Unless it’s you. Did you get lucky with the neighbors?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Um, no. But I’m willing to bet that you did,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and resting her back against the oral sex dresser.
“I didn’t get lucky with any of the neighbor boys,” I reply.
“Give it up, Riles. The weird way you were acting this morning, Sara’s dad suddenly up and disappearing, then charging down the beach at us like a bull, asking where you were…”
“He did?” I ask in surprise. That must have been while I was napping.
“Oh yeah. He was like a maniac on the rampage. I’m pretty sure Sara and Allison just thought he was pulling the protective dad routine but I’m guessing it was more, since he asked where you were by name. I thought he was gonna burst into Clint and the guys’ house looking for you.”
“Well, that was nice of him to be so concerned for our safety,” I say, inwardly pleased by his show of possessiveness.
“Not our safety. Your safety, Riles. Just you,” she responds. “So spill already!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I deny coolly.
“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” she whispers, coming over to sit down on the bed beside me, folding her leg underneath her bottom. “He�
�s already trippin’ over you, too.”
“I can’t talk about this with you, Cher,” I tell her honestly, even though I giggle at her silly comment. “I’m sorry, girl, but please don’t keep prying.”
Rearing back, she looks at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “You care about him? How is that possible? You just met him. The sex must be amazeballs…”
“No, I don’t,” I sputter. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Riles, you always tell me about your rolls in the hay. Always! Every little detail, down to the sounds guys make and what their O faces look like.”
“I’m an oversharer,” I say. “I’ll try to work on that.”
“Or…you’re falling for an older man and are too scared to tell me because you know I’ll say that you’re fucking crazy, and remind you that he’s Sara’s father!” She whispers the last word, as if it’s too taboo to say aloud.
“You’re not gonna talk me out of this,” I assure her.
“This! So there is a this?” she exclaims, jumping off the bed. “I knew it!”
“Shh!” I stand up to hush her. “Could you try and keep your voice down?” I ask.
“I get that you believe you need this to try and move past the shit that happened to you, and flirting is fine. But don’t you think it’s possible that you’ve gone a little too far by actually fucking him?”
“No,” I mutter.
“He’s hot. Believe me, I see that. Anyone with eyes would. But what do you expect to happen after this? A week of hot sex?”
“Yes,” I answer with an enthusiastic nod. Maybe even…more.
“Is it really that good?” she lowers her voice to ask.
“Best I’ve ever had.” I answer without thinking, but once I say the words, I know they’re true. Brody is by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had a lot of good sex. Mostly I’ve just had quick and unenthusiastic, You’re already done? sex. God, I hate college boys.
“Damn,” Cheryl says in awe before she sits down again on the bed where I join her. Her eyebrows are drawn together while she thinks silently, so I wait for her next opinion.
“Is it just great sex, then?” she asks. “At the end of the week, you leave, go back home, and never see him again?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I have to admit that disappointing reality to myself because there’s no other possible outcome. Is Brody gonna uproot his life and move across the state for the woman who gave him a few good fucks? No freakin’ way. And I would never stick around here to be that lovesick, clingy girl who refuses to take the hint that he doesn’t want anything more but he’s just too nice to tell me.
“Just be careful and don’t let Sara find out,” Cheryl advises, as if I would go skipping down the hall to lay it all out for her.
“She won’t find out.”
“She will if she walks into your room,” she replies, scrunching her nose again. “Seriously though, how much splooge did you two make in here? A gallon?”
“Just about,” I admit, glancing over to the dresser.
“Yuck,” she groans. “Try and stay in your room and away from Sara as much as you can, okay? She probably won’t come in here, but light some candles or spray some perfume, just in case.”
“Yes, mother,” I tease when Cheryl gets up to leave. “Oh, and I’ll be sneaking up to his room tonight, so will you cover for me if anything happens?”
“Yeah, yeah. Put me in the middle of it,” she huffs before she walks out and shuts the door behind her.
I trust that my best friend won’t blab, not just because she’s a loyal friend, but also because she doesn’t want to get in the middle of any conflict with Sara since they’re close friends too. This week, it will be good to have Cheryl help me cover my tracks if I need any backup. Knowing that Brody wants to keep this going makes me all giddy like a silly little school girl with a crush.
Do I have a crush on him?
God, yes. He’s fucking gorgeous and sweet, and damn, I want to climb him like a tree and never come back down.
Chapter Nine
Brody
After I take a quick shower, I put on some clean clothes and head downstairs to see if the girls are ready for dinner.
Tonight’s their third night here, so maybe Sara will invite me to go out with them, unlike the previous nights. Or at least, agree to stay here, so I can cook for them.
Will talking to my daughter in front of her friend I’m fucking be awkward? Hell, yes. But if Riley and I can just pretend like nothing is going on between us, everything should be fine. Although, I’m pretty sure the girl with short hair knows about us, based on my earlier display of concern for Riley when they were on the beach.
Jogging down the stairs, I realize that each of the girls are in their rooms or the bathroom, probably getting ready to go out.
Taking the opportunity to try and convince Sara to stay around tonight, and also because I’m starving after the recent exertion, I decide to start making hamburgers for us all. If they still decide to leave and eat elsewhere, then I can just save the burgers and eat leftovers for the next few days.
My stomach growls in desperation as I pull out the meat and start slapping together patties. I get six burgers cooked on the grill so that we’ll have an extra, and am pulling out all the condiments and fixings from the fridge when the gang wanders down the hall. All four girls are wearing brightly-colored dresses, their hair and makeup flawless, especially Riley.
“We’re going out,” Sara says as she starts for the door with barely a glance in my direction.
“I’ve made burgers if you all want to eat before you head out,” I tell her, so that she knows I’m not trying to keep them under house arrest tonight, just feeding them a meal. Not that I would be opposed to putting Riley under house arrest, or bedroom arrest…
“We’re gonna grab something while we’re out,” Sara says. And even though I’m expecting it, her rejection still stings.
“Yeah…that’s fine,” I mutter. “I’ll save them in case you girls want them tomorrow…”
“You know, homemade cheeseburgers sound really good to me,” Riley speaks up, rubbing her palm over her flat belly that my mouth was on just an hour ago. “I’m starving.”
“The pier restaurant has burgers,” Sara informs her through narrowed green eyes she inherited from me. She’s put out that her friend is trying to ruin her chance to continue ignoring me this week.
“They do have burgers,” Riley says. “But we’ll probably have to wait at least half an hour for a table, and it takes almost that long to get there…”
I have to bite back my smile because I know exactly what Riley’s doing. And I have to say I’m surprised. As young as she is, I expected her to be just as self-absorbed as my daughter, but she’s already picked up on the dynamic between Sara and me. Not only that, she’s taking my side; standing up for me after she’s obviously noticed Sara’s constant refusal for anything I offer.
“Burgers here sound good to me too,” the girl with short hair agrees. And I decide she must be Riley’s good friend, maybe even the reason Riley came this week, since her and Sara don’t seem to be very close.
“Allison, don’t you want to go out?” Sara asks her friend and roommate, trying to tilt the scales to her side. But it’s too late. The redhead is already eyeing the plate of burgers with cheese melting on top.
“Let’s eat here,” Red says, just as I expected.
“Then it’s settled. You girls can fill up here, and then you’ll have your energy up for a night out,” I say before Sara can try to change their minds.
“Thanks for cooking for us, B---Mr. Harrington,” Riley says, tucking her little black purse under her arm when she comes over to the counter and grabs a plate. She flashes me a smile that the other girls can’t see, after catching herself before saying my first name. Guess that means she didn’t ask my daughter for it. She did some research to find it.
“You’re welcome…I’m sorry, what was your name again?�
� I ask, playing along with her.
“Riley,” she answers with a wink.
“Right, Riley, Allison, and…” I look at the girl with short hair because I really don’t remember her name.
“Cheryl,” she says, shyly, pushing her hair behind her ear. “And I bet you’ll forget it again.”
“Nope. It’s definitely up here this time,” I say, pointing to the side of my head. I need to stay on her good side so she won’t spill our secret.
Sara’s the last to grab a plate and fix herself a burger. For a moment, I thought she would refuse to join her friends, but then she caved. Not that she looked very happy about it, judging by her persistent scowl.
We all sit down in the dining room once the burgers are fixed, and I can barely keep my eyes off Riley. She hasn’t stopped smiling. Even when she’s chewing a bite of her burger, her lips are still curved upward and she tries to keep her head down, maybe to avoid looking at me? Is she thinking about what we did in her room earlier? God knows I am. And I’m already thinking about tonight…
Riley, Allison, and Cheryl finish eating first, since they were the first to dig in. So, when they all thank me for their burgers and get up to take their plates to the kitchen, Sara and I are left alone for the first time since they all got here Saturday. I refuse to let this opportunity to talk to her slip away.
“I know you’re angry at me,” I tell her right off the bat as she picks up a potato chip and crunches on it. “You have been for years. So, tell me if there’s anything I can do to make things right with you.”
“They’re waiting for me,” Sara says, as she pushes her chair back and starts to get up.
“No, wait,” I say, reaching for her arm to stop her, gently holding her in place. “Talk to me and then you can leave.”
“Talk? What do you expect me to talk about?” she asks through narrowed eyes. “I didn’t even know you would be here this weekend. I figured you would be off in the jungle or wherever the hell you go to take photos of trees or birds.”
