TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,52
of capture the flag. “Got ’em!” She rotates her finger, spinning them around and around until they fly off somewhere into the lagoon. “Whoops.”
“Well, I sure hope Matira Beach is a nudie beach.”
She gapes. “You only brought one?”
“’Fraid so,” I lie, stroking my dick beneath the water and rubbing it along her inner thigh.
She slides her lower lip between her teeth. “That could be a problem.”
“Why? You ashamed of me?”
“Nuh-uhn,” she moans, rolling her head back while I knead her breasts in my hands. “Can you imagine the injuries you’d cause, flinging that club around?”
“Aww, you called it a club. You really do love me.” I puff out my chest.
“Just a little.”
Her fingers curl around my shaft, replacing my own, and I damn near combust on the spot. I’m like a pubescent boy when it comes to this woman.
“Sit up on the ledge.” She pats the deck behind me, giving me her sexy eyes.
I look around the cove, which offers very little privacy. Each bungalow is about ten feet down from the last. “What if someone’s out there watching?”
She shrugs. “Let’s give ’em a show.”
Nya
O-mageddon
Liam hops up onto the edge of the pool, sitting with his legs parted. I brace myself with a hand on his muscular thigh, watching as rivulets of water trickle down his sculpted chest and drip from the tip of his erection, which is jutting straight out, staring me in the face. Taunting me.
He certainly got over his fear of being watched pretty quick.
My mouth waters as I prepare to wrap my lips around him. The man doesn’t even look real—as marvelous as the mountain looming in the background. Sheer masculine perfection. A statue of virility that’d put the world-famous David to shame.
I laugh to myself picturing him trying to cover his junk with a fig leaf. An elephant ear or banana leaf would be so much more fitting.
“Dick struck?” he asks, teasing me out of my trance. I swear, I will never live that conversation down.
My only response is to give him a wink before fisting him at the base and flitting my tongue over his swollen tip.
A strong hand weaves into the tangles of my hair at the back of my head while I ease him into my mouth deliberately slowly, pumping my fist as I hollow my cheeks and suck the remnants of saltwater from his cock. Each time he tugs it sends a jolt right to my sex, spurring me on. My lips stretch around him almost to the point of pain as his cock continues to stiffen. I moan with every thrust, and he makes no secret that he likes it—that he enjoys the way my lips feel vibrating around him. His fingers tighten, bruising my scalp, telling me he’s close to tipping over the edge. As his climax draws nearer, his cock starts to twitch and his hips jerk. Knowing that I’m the cause—that this incredible man is falling apart beneath my skilled tongue—has me feeling like some kind of sexual goddess.
“Nya,” Liam grunts, driving into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes as I quicken the pace, sucking harder. The thick vein on the underside of his cock pulses against my tongue.
“Fuuuuck…”
His guttural groan echoes through the night. I don’t know if the sound seems louder because I’m so attuned to his every breath or if the entire cove just heard his release, but he doesn’t seem to care. An endless stream of warm salty cum shoots down the back of my throat and greedily I swallow every drop, continuing to suck until the spasms have ceased, until my man is wearing a sated, sex-drunk smile and petting my head, too far gone to formulate words.
“That was…”
“Amazing?” I suggest, feeling quite proud of my performance.
“Record breaking.” His lazy smile widens as he stares down at me. “That blowjob belongs in the Guinness Book of World Records for best head, anywhere… ever.”
“Says the man who just released O-mageddon down my throat?” I brush the back of my hand over the top of the water, splashing him.
He laughs. It’s deep and throaty. “Well, aren’t we quite the pair of overachievers?”
“Mind helping me out of here? I’m spent.” The long hours of travel, alcohol, and the work I just put in has me ready to pass out on the spot. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so drained. It must be jetlag.
Liam stands, holds me beneath my arms, and lifts my body straight