Page 83 of Tequila Tuesdays

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured as he knelt over me. He finally started driving his hips back and forth, holding me up to meet his thrusts. Then he drew my legs up around his waist and stopped after several hard thrusts as his control slipped. I moved my hips against him.

“Careful, Legs. Or I’m going to come inside you a lot sooner than I planned.”

My hands gripped his forearms, and I flexed my vagina around his pulsing shaft. He rolled his hips and leaned over to put his forehead against mine.

“You don’t listen very well, do you?”

“Did you say something?” I asked in a husky voice, and he smiled then bit my lower lip.

Damien started slowly impaling himself in me again and rubbed my clit while he thrust. He pulled my legs out from around his hips and stretched me wide. I felt the stretch.

“Zeke was right. You’re flexible as fuck.” He drove deep inside then pulled out and slammed back in again and again.

My eyes rolled back, and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against his headboard. My mind emptied, and my hips pushed up to meet his. He leaned over and licked and bit at one of my nipples while he played with my clit. Then he pinched the other nipple between his fingers and pulled. I felt another orgasm building low in my stomach.

“Please, I can’t hold back,” I gasped.

“Then don’t. Come with me.”

He rammed into me harder and faster, and I held my breath. My body jerked with each thrust. I’d never been taken this hard and deep before, and my vision blurred as I tried to process all the sensations.

A second orgasm built low in my belly, and a few thrusts later I came all over him. He pumped his cock, then slammed inside me, bruising my pelvis. He groaned low and deep as he came. It took several moments to stop pulsing around him, and he buried his face in my hair.

“Your sweet, tight pussy is quite the ride, Legs.”

I turned my head and kissed him on his ear, then wrapped my arms and legs around him.

“Did you just compare my vagina to an amusement park ride?”

“It’s so much better,” he mumbled, still laying on top of me.

We stayed in bed until late into the evening, then we cleaned up and warmed up the burritos he’d brought home from La Perla’s for dinner.

“Do you want to soak in the spa?” he asked after we ate.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

He grinned. “Even better. Although your little green pinup suit gave me blue balls for a few days afterward. It was nice soaking in your spool, but it was fucking torture not to drag you onto my lap, pull your suit aside and drive my cock up inside you.”

My eyes got heavy and I shuddered at the image he put in my head. The next time I used my spool, I knew I’d be thinking about that.

His backyard was private, and I remembered the tall Ficus hedge that lined most of his fence. I tipped my head and looked at him standing there in sleep shorts and nothing else. He looked tousled and sated.

“Do you use your spa often?” I asked.

“A few times a week.”

I straightened when I remembered what Martina had told me about Sebastian and his hot tub. My insides clenched a little, and jealousy washed through me.

“What’s that look?” he asked.

My first impulse was to let it go or deflect, but I knew it would eat at me. “Sebastian has a hot tub.” I didn’t know exactly how to ask him if he used his spa to get laid. And how often.

He narrowed his eyes and set his drink down carefully. “How do you know about Sebastian’s hot tub?”

“Martina and Laurel told me. They said he usually didn’t use it alone before he met Laurel.”

Damien studied me carefully. “Did anything happen between you and Sebastian?”

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