He took every opportunity to sneak in little touches, whether it was skimming his hand over my ass, brushing his lips across my neck, or stroking a finger up my leg. He knew what he was doing. And I loved it.
I’d jump him when we got home. I would’ve done that anyway, no matter how sexy his dancing was, but grinding on him here in a club full of people who had no idea about the dirty things I wanted to do to him made me feel even hotter.
We drank and danced until we were tipsy and horny and could hardly take any more. Tucker found the woman he’d come for and seemed all too happy to leave us behind. I grinned as I saw him drunkenly fall all over her, the two of them nervously flirting away like they were at a high school dance instead of dancing in the middle of some pulsing club in Sand Dollar Beach. I felt Elliott’s hand on the small of my back, and I turned to find him looking at me. His eyes were impassioned, and I loved the way they honed in on me.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Back home,” I agreed, swaying a tiny bit in my shoes. He looped his arm around my waist to keep me from falling over, and the two of us started the journey back to the beach house.
His hands were all over me in the taxi, tucked between my legs in a gesture that felt as much like a promise as it did anything else. I kept stealing little glances at him, at this man I was falling for, and I felt my heart flip-flop back and forth with the thrill of it. I wanted him so badly. I could feel it burning deep inside me, my body eager for him. And, well, we wouldn’t have to wait long.
We arrived back at the beach house, and he went to quickly unlock the door, but I caught his hand. He looked at me.
“On the beach.” I glanced down to the deserted, golden sands below us and bit my lip. He raised his eyebrows but didn’t need to be told twice. He swept me up into his arms and carried me down to the shore a hundred yards away. I inhaled his scent and buried my face into his shoulder.
This was going to be a good night.
Chapter Nineteen
Elliott
I shrugged out of my jacket and spread it out on the sand and eased Aria down and under me, my pulse racing as I looked over my shoulder. We could get caught at any time. It wasn’t like before in the deserted cove. A lot of people came up and down this beach, and yet, she wanted to fuck, and I couldn’t say no to her.
I climbed on top of her and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth and pushed up her dress. She moaned against my lips, and my dick grew hard. I needed to be inside her, but I wanted to make her come first. There was nothing hotter than a woman beneath me wriggling in the throes of sexual pleasure, and I intended to get her there as many times as possible.
“Here,” I panted, and I flipped her over, pushing her onto all fours.
She did as she was told, and I reached beneath her dress and pulled down her panties. She sucked in a sharp breath, and I wanted to remind her this whole thing had been her idea in the first place. Kneeling down between her legs, I tilted my head so I could eat her out from behind, pressing my mouth against her pussy from this new angle. The long moan of pleasure she let out almost made me come.
I grinned against her and lightly sucked on her clit, stroking my tongue up and down until she squirmed. I settled in, sliding my hands around her thighs to keep her in place. Her skin felt silky-soft under my touch, and I moved up further to grope at her ass. I loved her when she was in this position. I had access to everything I could possibly want, not to mention she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was, moaning softly with every stroke. I moved my fingers down, pressing them against the entrance to her pussy and massaging the skin around her slit for a second. Then, I slipped my fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she panted.
I intensified my attention on her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her I could find, massaging her ass and fucking her slowly with my fingers. I loved hearing her lose control and completely give herself over to the pleasure, and this was no different. I was rock-hard, knowing I was getting her off, and it didn’t take long until my tongue pushed her closer to oblivion.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped, the words catching in her throat.
I sucked lightly, and she let out a loud cry. Suddenly, I felt her pussy clench around my fingers. My heart was fucking pounding. She was loud, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was making her come and making her come hard. And if she thought she was off the hook with just one orgasm, then I had some news for her.
I flipped her over and kissed her again, enjoying the way the taste of her pussy mingled with the taste of her mouth. She was shivering, the way she always did after she came. I held her tight, waiting for her to come back down to earth so I could do her all over again.
“Good?” I murmured against her ear, letting my teeth catch the soft skin there. She managed a nod, apparently words were still beyond her.
“Amazing,” she finally breathed, pulling me over so she could kiss me.
I slipped a hand between her legs, pushing them open, cupping my hand around her warm pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her, of the way she reacted and moved and enjoyed my touch. It was as though the two of us were built to fit together in this way. Every single encounter I’d had before her faded into insignificance, now that the two of us were together. She was so damn sexy, and she seemed to think the same about me.
I slowly pushed two fingers into her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy flexing around them. I moved slow, aware she was bound to be sensitive after that orgasm. But she responded to my touch again, arching her back and grinding down into my fingers. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, and I ran my mouth up her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweet perfume mixed with the cool ocean air.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, and my cock swelled insistently between my legs at the sound of the words. But I wasn’t done yet.
“I want you to come on my fingers again,” I murmured, and she moaned and turned her head to kiss me.
“You’re so frustrating,” she said against my mouth, but soon enough, she was grinding against my hand. Her hips moved in an intoxicating rhythm as she used my fingers to fuck herself. She even slipped a hand between her legs and began to stroke her clit. I looked down to see my fingers inside her while her small fingers went to work on her sensitive, swollen nub. She looked so fucking good doing that, I thought I might burst. And knowing she was as lost to her pleasure as I was? Yeah, it was pretty fucking sexy.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, and I realized she was close to another orgasm.
I leaned down to kiss her again, to catch the sounds she made, to absorb them and inhale them and make them mine. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, and her legs trembled against the Earth beneath us. Her tongue found mine with a hunger, and she kissed me back. We lay there, letting the orgasm roll over her. Once it was done, she pulled back and looked at me intently, her eyes hot with need.
“Now, will you fuck me?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
My cock was aching, screaming to be inside her. I quickly retrieved a condom tucked in my back pocket. I unzipped my pants and adjusted just enough so I could cover myself and climb on top of her. She hooked her ankles behind my waist before I even started, and I grinned at how used to me she’d become. She slipped a hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss me, and I pushed inside her. The combination of her kiss and her pussy was nearly enough to make me come.