hide the heaviness of his gaze.
“You are such a perverted cock monster.”
A quick look in the mirror, and the bikini was out. Unflattering and without my normal hair color, a bad tone for me.
I hung it back up and grabbed another one from the basket, ignoring him. Instead, he had other ideas. Reaching, he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me to stand between his legs. I jumped as his tongue ran up my abdomen, his teeth nipping the underside of my breast.
“I do believe someone said she’d be willing to do just about anything to have a little beach time.”
I leaned back and squinted my eyes. “What’s going on in the fucked-up brain of yours?”
The skin beneath his hands burned as he moved them around my hips to my ass, sliding his fingertips under the edge of my panties and grabbing both cheeks. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he twisted his fingers around the waistband and tugged. The jerking made me almost lose my balance, and I leaned into his chest, my hands on his shoulders.
“I want you,” he yanked again, both sides over my hips and sliding down my thighs, catching on the tops of my calves, “to fuck yourself on my cock.”
My heart hammered in my chest, beating wildly at what he was asking. He coaxed one leg up, then the other until I was straddling him. Reaching between us, he opened up his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls.
“Right here.” He stroked his hard length. “Right now.”
Fuck. Me.
My tongue peeked out, wetting my lips as I stared down at the one thing about him I really liked. As he scooted down the chair, adjusting, he pulled me closer, one arm wrapping around me while the other positioned the head of his cock.
“Ride me. Make me come and you’ll get it,” he said as he wet the tip against my aching slit.
I nodded and dropped my hips, taking him all in one shot.
Mind wiping, skin tingling, body shuddering ripped through me as well as a low moan. By the smirk on his face, I’d just shown off a very erotic display.
“Just sitting on my dick isn’t going to do it.”
I smacked his chest. “Just give me a sec. You’re kinda big.”
The room was so small, there was no room to put my feet on the floor that would let me be able to bounce on his lap. Looking behind me, I decided it was time I learned a new trick and bent one leg, pulling my foot up so that my ankle rested on his thigh. As I repeated on the other side, he groaned, head falling back.
Apparently, all my moving around squeezed him in all the right ways.
Forearms resting on his shoulder, gripping the edge of the chair, I pushed against his legs and slid up, then back down his length. It was difficult with the angle, but I eventually worked into a good rhythm.
By the glassed over look on his face, I’d say a very good rhythm.
Even though he said he wanted me to make him come, his hands soon found their way from my thigh to my hips, then my ass, helping to guide me. After that, it seemed I wasn’t going fast or hard enough for him and he thrust up into me.
“Stop.”
His eyes cleared for a split second and his face morphed from blissed out to confused to glaring.
“If you do some of the work, I won’t get my beach day,” I said, stating my argument.
He shook his head. “You’re going to get it. Now get my fucking come into your pussy.”
All of my focus was on milking his dick, trying to get him to come, that my own pleasure and breathy moans were a secondary thought. I had no idea how loud we were being. No concept on if the clerks could hear our skin slapping together or the obscene sounds we were making.
With as hardcore dominant and take charge as Six was, he really seemed to be enjoying my efforts.
His head tipped back, fingers dug into my ass, and his thrusts picked up in slamming intensity.
Each time he bottomed out sent a ripple of what felt like an electric spark through me, lighting up my skin.
His hands stopped my movements and his eyes locked with mine. The control was back to him, and I watched his dark eyes empty as he thrust up and slammed my body down. He jerked beneath me and inside me