when she swallows me down, I lose my head, a groan escaping as I melt into the sofa.
He's watching, and I don't even care. I can feel his eyes on me, and I remember he wants to see me let go, so I do. Digging my hand into her hair, I make eye contact with her as I force her down a little farther, watching the way she gags when I do.
I see him smile across the patio.
So, I do it again, thrusting my hips up until I feel the back of her throat, and this time she gags even louder, pulling her head away to gasp for air so I let her go. When she pulls her mouth off, there's a hint of shock in her eyes, then an arousal-laced smile. She goes back to stroking my cock with her lips and I have to concentrate hard to keep from coming already.
"Britta," Ellis barks, and I look up to see him nod his head at her. It's an obvious cue for her to go to him. And I watch as she crawls toward him on her hands and knees. Stroking myself, I can't tear my eyes away. She pulls him out, letting him fuck her mouth the same way I did.
The look of determination on his face. The cool awareness in his expression. The way he strokes her back gently while also jerking her head down. His controlling grip on her hair. It's so fucking hot to watch, so hot I have to stop moving my hand.
"I think she's ready for you, Nash," he mumbles, and she hums with delight as soon as he says it.
I've done this before. A few times actually. Sharing a woman isn't anything new for me, but right now, it feels brand new. Because there's something different happening this time. Something I didn't see coming. So, when I make my way toward her, pulling her dress up to find her moist and waiting for me, I do exactly what Ellis says, and it's fucking amazing, but it's still different.
And I can't seem to put my finger on why.
8
I never should have come here. I'm bored out of my mind, and as it turns out, trying to relax just means all you're left with are your thoughts. And after that strange encounter with Nash last night, it's clear I need to get back to the mainland. I don’t want to be around my mother, but somehow being alone with myself is worse.
So, after spending the morning lying around on the beach without a soul to talk to, I decide I can't take another moment. Before texting Zara, I'll just ask Thalia if I can catch a ride back when everyone returns tonight.
I can't risk running into Nash again, so I wait until I see him crossing the yard to the office building next to the hangar before I rush to the house. It's empty at first, but I hear movement down the hall. Assuming it's Thalia, I head in that direction. It sounds as if someone is tidying up the bedroom, and the door is open, so I walk in without hesitation. Since Nash is in the office building, I don't have to worry about sneaking up on him and having another violent bathroom incident. I don’t think my poor scalp could take it.
I nearly yelp when I come face to face with a shirtless man pulling on a long-sleeve button up.
"Well, hello there."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I thought you were Thalia."
In a rush, I spin around and hurry down the hall and out into the living room. I am an idiot. At least he was mostly dressed. Unlike when Nash bombarded me in the guest house, and I was completely naked.
Which was embarrassing enough. Then I had to go throw myself at him last night basically inviting him to fuck me because I was bored. Get me the fuck off this island.
"Now wait a minute," the man calls, following me out into the main area of the house. His shirt is buttoned now, and this time my eyes actually make it up to his face. God damn...he's handsome. He looks a bit older than me…maybe late thirties, with warm honey-brunette hair, tan skin, a sharp jawline, and rich brown eyes.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to just walk in on you."
"Well, the door was open." He puts a hand out, palm up, inviting me to put mine in his. "Ellis Prior. I'm