Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,68
ever not crave their attention now that I know how they feel.
I slide off his lap because I want to see him, feel the weight of him over me, nestle his length between my thighs as he thrusts into me. I want skin-to-skin contact, and the ability to explore without the constriction of water and the cold air above.
I only make it halfway across the hot tub when he comes up behind me and pins me to the side. His big, rough hands cover my breasts, squeezing and pinching and pushing them together. “Tell me I get to have you tonight?”
My hands reach around and mold to his ass, pushing him into my own. His hard dick pokes out of his board shorts and settles between my ass cheeks. “I’m not a tease.”
“Yeah, but I won’t be upset if you wanna take it slow. I just have to know now.” His tongue licks up the side of my neck and I shiver.
I swivel around and his arms lay over the side of the hot tub. My body floats to the surface, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m yours tonight and always.”
“Music to my fucking ears.” He kisses me again. This time there’s no frantic need. It’s long and lingering and sublime.
Turning quickly, I climb out. “Holy shit, it’s freezing.” I grab my robe and bolt into the house.
Kingston’s wet footsteps follow right behind me. He reaches for me, but I run toward the stairs, my feet sliding on the hardwood. Right at the turn, he’s there with me, and I giggle, not sure why I’m playing a game of cat and mouse with him. He almost has me until three stairs from the bottom. One foot flies out from under me and my ass hits each stair with a thump until I land on the bottom.
“Oh shit, are you okay?” Kingston rushes down the rest of the stairs while I get back on my feet. He takes me in his arms and rests his hand on my ass. “Want me to make it all better?”
I laugh and shove him. “If you had put daddy in that sentence, you would’ve doused my imminent orgasm with a firehose.” I rub my ass because it hurts.
He swoops me up bride style and walks me to his room. “Yeah, no worries, that isn’t a turn-on for me.”
“Good. We have one thing in common.”
“But I do have a firehose I want to show you.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so cheesy.”
“Save calling me God for a little bit, okay?”
I swat him in the chest, and he lowers me so my feet are on the floor. His hungry gaze runs down my body, causing heat to rush through my veins. “You’re so beautiful, Stella.”
“Thank you.”
He steps closer, his finger sliding under the hem of my swimsuit by my ass. “Can I take this off?”
I nod and bite my lip.
His thumb reaches up and he frees my lip from being pinned down by my teeth. “There’s no need to be nervous. This goes as long or as short as you want. If you don’t like something I do, you tell me. Got it?”
I nod and smile instead of biting my lip.
He pulls down the strap of my swimsuit and drags it down my arm until I slide my arm out from under it. Doing the same on the other side, he leaves me topless, but he doesn’t stop there, tugging the wet fabric off my body until I’m stepping out of it and his face is in front of me at waist level.
His finger runs through my folds and I moan. When he stands to his full height, his fingers continue to play with my clit, his free hand splayed on the back of my head to kiss me. He applies more pressure between my legs, and if he isn’t careful, I’m going to come.
I strip my lips off his, wanting to see him. Back stepping to the edge of the bed, I let my ass fall down and I hook my fingers into the sides of his board shorts. His hand caresses my cheek, watching for my reaction as I pull the shorts down over his hard length.
He steps out of his wet suit and it remains a heap on the floor. I run my palm over his length, my thumb over the tip. His head falls back, but his hand never stops cradling my cheek, his thumb running over my lip.