Page 15 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“But he didn’t.”

“No.”

“Whatdidhe do?” I trace my knuckle down to her slit and work the soft flesh open, rubbing the silver string on top of her clit, her body beginning to tremble against mine. “He had some fun with this tight, waxed cunt, didn’t he? Even if he didn’t fuck it.”

She can barely answer, she’s breathing so hard. “Yes.”

“Did he finger you, Ruby?” I yank aside the bikini string, pressing my knuckle to her entrance and twisting. “Did he stuff his wedding band up this single girl pussy?”

That part of her constricts, her back arching, as if involuntary. “C-Cameron…”

Dear God, I didn’t expect this to get her off, too, but it is. She’s almost hyperventilating, she’s so turned on by my sensual interrogation. Her incredible body, slick with pool water and moonlight, twists in front of me, her nipples erect, red from being sucked, and every time I rotate my knuckle, it brings her closer to the edge. There’s nothing but Ruby. She’s taking up my entire world, just like I always dreamed she would.

But there’s a movement past her shoulder, inside the house.

On the other side of the sliding glass door.

Dean takes an irritated swig from a beer bottle, watching me suckle her delicious nipples, my fingers between her splayed thighs. Rubbing. Teasing.

He’s pacing. Pissed off.

This is no longer about him, though. It’s about me and Ruby.

How her restless movements communicate to me that she needs filling up—and goddamn, I need that, too. My balls are heavy with unspent come, my thoughts and my breathing ragged. Listening to details about Ruby and Dean’s date might have stoked my fire to an inferno, but visions of her beneath me—and me, only—dominate my brain now. And with that desperate throb between my thighs, I drag her out of the pool, carrying her a few yards and throwing her down onto one of the lounge chairs, my fingers fumbling with the ties of my board shorts.

“Spread your legs if you want it.” She drops her knees, the silver string pulled tight across that pink slit—Christ—and I shove down my wet trunks with a shudder, cock in hand. Jacking, jacking, as her eyes widen over the length of me. “I’dtell you I’ll be gentle, but I’d be lying. I’m about to break this motherfucking chair railing you, angel.”

I plant my knees on the lounge chair, my balls already verging on eruption just knowing I’m allowed to bang this beauty with no condom. The tip of my cock has barely touched down in her wetness when Dean speaks up behind me.

“Stop.Now.”

“Fuck off, Dean.”

“She’s still a virgin.”

“You’re lying.” I’m two seconds from getting up and swinging on this bastard for interrupting us. With a lie, nonetheless. “You just want inside of her first.”

“Tell him, Ruby.”

Her knees cinch together and she sits up, chewing her lip. “I…I am. I haven’t been with anyone like this.” She crosses an arm over her tits. “I guess I j-just got carried away.”

“Fuck,” I exhale shakily, in pure disbelief, my body still on fire. “How?”

“I asked her the same question,” Dean says, dryly. “I had to stop you, man. You were about to fuck her silly.”

“I’m still about to,” I wince, wrapping a fist around my cock, no idea how the hell I’m going to come down from this sexual high without Ruby beneath me. She’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy me. Maybe she has always been that—my only outlet for satisfaction. And I never got to have her. I need hernow. “I’ll try and go slow,” I force out through the pain, reaching for Ruby’s ankle and pulling her down into a prone position, prowling on top of her, those big, blue eyes blinking up at me. Nervous but excited.

Dean moves into view beside the chair. “Why should you get to have her first?”

“She opened her legs for me.”

“She’d have opened them for me earlier if we hadn’t been in public.” Dean kneels beside Ruby, stroking her tangled blonde hair. “Whose dick do you want first, baby?”

Her gaze zips between us, troubled, even amid her arousal. “I…I…”

“I’ll lick your cunt first, unlike this idiot,” Dean says, pressing his open mouth to her temple. “A real man always licks it first.”

“Only if they’re not a good enough kisser to get her dripping wet, like me.”

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