Page 60 of Villainous Summer

“No, darling. I’m just that good.”

The pulse quickened between my legs. Dear Lord, I could almost believe him. At the very least, he believed it of himself. Damn if that confidence wasn’t sexy in a man. Especially in one who hadn’t said anything about himself he couldn’t prove later.

“So, do something about it.”

His mouth found mine as he pressed me into the foam bench. Tracing the seam of my mouth, his tongue begged for entry.

My hands roamed over his backside, pulling him harder against me, his full, rigid length grinding into my center.

As his kiss deepened, his hips moved, rubbing the delicate place that needed him.

I moaned into his mouth, and he trailed kisses down my cheek, down my throat, and down the hollow of my collarbone.

“You’re driving me crazy with this suit, you know that?” he whispered against my throat.

“It’s nothing special,” I breathed out, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“It’s everything. The pastel, so innocent-looking on that body.” He groaned and pushed harder against my core. “So fucking sweet. I want to peel it off and feast on you.”

“If this is how you react to a boring old tank suit, what would you have done if I had worn my string bikini?”

His breath hitched as he stared down at my body.

“Dear God, I can’t even handle that image right now.”

He scraped the soft skin of my throat with his teeth, and I tightened my grip around his waist. His hands on my breasts, he pulled down the front of my suit. One popped free, and he took one into his mouth. With a light stroke of his tongue, the air cooled my damp skin bared to the summer sky. A nip of his teeth shot sparks from my aching breasts to my clit, and I whimpered.

“Oh my fucking God,” I gasped out. Guiding his head with my hands in his hair, I held him steady as I brought my hips up to rub against his cock.

My bikini bottom was so thin he could’ve easily pushed it to the side and slid right into me.

Dragging his teeth over to my other breast, more aggressive, he scraped and sucked. “How long I’ve thought about you like this? How are you this perfect?”

I didn’t have a moment to think about his words before he slid my bottoms off and put his mouth on my clit. His fingers delved between my folds, parting me. As his mouth worked on my clit, his fingers swirled around, hitting that spot on the front that always makes me shudder.

He had talented fingers.

“Your cunt tastes like sunshine.” He groaned against my inner thigh. With his free hand, he dug them into my ass cheeks, bringing me deeper into him.

My hands were in his hair. Whether I had been pulling or pushing, I couldn’t tell.

My climax built inside me, conjuring indiscernible murmurs. The familiar cacophony of waves, birds, and ferry horns became white noise to the sensations coursing through me.

Van’s tongue swirled around my clit, sucking it in rhythm with his fingers, and I cried out. As I fell apart in his arms, he held me on the bench.

Senses floated back to me slowly. First, the kiss of wind on my exposed body, then the pressure of his face resting against me, still between my legs.

“Come home with me. Come home, and I’ll take care of you all night.” His gray eyes melted me, heat still flooding through me. He pressed a kiss to the delicate skin of my inner thigh.

It’s a bad idea. Bad, terrible, treacherous, but I can’t say no.

I nodded at him, and his smile turned triumphant, the promise of more and the assurance of nothing. It’s sin and sex, and while this choice would make it hurt all the more when he stuck to his word, nothing could make me refuse him.

He climbed over my naked form again, kissing me. With his hand in my hair, he pressed the ridge of his hard cock against my clit.

“Do you need me to—” I motioned to the sizable issue in his shorts.

His smirk had me conflicted.

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