Page 63 of Detention with Daddies

“Come here.” Nick sits up and gestures me between his knees.

I settle with my back against him and he spears a sliver of the cake, hovering it before me. Oh my God, is he going to feed me?

When I take the bite he’s proffered, I moan and sink back into him a little more. It’s heavenly. A deep, rich chocolate cake and a creamy, fudgy frosting. I don’t mean to moan, but I do.

Nick laughs against my back as he takes his own bite with the same fork. It’s strangely intimate in a way I’ve never experienced before. I enjoy it.

He takes his time, and I swear he enjoys feeding me as much as I’m realizing I like having him do it. Halfway through, I turn and straddle his hips, making this experience even more intimate.

It leads to small chocolate-flavored kisses between bites. And I can tell it’s turning him on as much as it is me. He presses his hard-on against me, rocking my hips just enough to cause friction.

By the time the cake is gone, my hand is back in his hair, and I’m ravenous for more ofhim.

“Fuck, Liv. Maybe we should take this someplace a little more private because you are testing my sanity.”

I laugh, head tipping back from the pure joy of that admission. His mouth seals itself against the base of my throat, turning my laugh into a gasp. I tease him with an almost kiss.

“Then, let’s pack up and find someplace where we can be naughtier.”

His hands spasm in the meat of my ass before he grabs one more kiss and lets me go. Heat creeps over my cheeks as I climb off of him.

He grabs the cooler as I grab the blanket and towels. Easy peasy since he put the boards away a while ago. But when Nick spreads the blanket over the turned-down back seat, I bite my lip, knowing his intentions.

A soft swat on my ass has me climbing in, watching as the sun sets into a pretty orange and pink before Nick closes the back hatch behind us. Then, he has all of my attention.

The expanse of his bare skin is much more intense now that we’re closed in relative privacy. Parked in the far corner of the lot, we’re not likely to have anyone pass us by, especially since the beach is nearly empty.

Nick must see my trepidation and my desire warring with each other because he makes the slow move of smoothing his big hands down the outsides of my thighs as he kneels between them.

I bite my lip as I look up at him, knowing how long he likes to draw things out, tease things until I’m all twisted up inside before punishing me with pleasure. I can’t fucking wait for it.

His thumbs trace up my center, stoking the fire already burning inside of me. “I wish there was room in here for me to take you with my mouth again.”

I laugh, which quickly falls off as he rubs me with a firm hand. Leaning over me, he braces himself on his free arm, and I have the perfect view of how his eyes darken with lust.

I’m drenched from his overt sexuality and how he can’t hide the way his erection bends the front of his swimming trunks. Fondling him over the fabric has him sucking in a breath through his teeth.

His fingers slip under the tight elastic of my suit bottoms to touch my sensitive flesh, splaying me open with two strokes before he slides a finger inside of me.

I arch to meet him, and the silence in the Jeep is broken by our ragged breaths. Wanting him is like throwing accelerant on a flame.

Another finger joins the first, and a small cry escapes me. Nick swears in response, soft and taunting us both.

I try to get my hand around him but fail. Still, his muscles shake above me, and a gasp whooshes out of him when I drag my touch up his stomach, playing with the trail of hair that brings my attention back down to his trunks.

Snapping the waistband against his pelvis earns me a guttural groan.

“Nick.” My voice is almost pleading.

He drops down to his elbow and takes my mouth in a drawn-out tease meant to rile me up further, his fingers twisting and tapping until he finds a spot that freezes the motion of my hips. My mouth falls open as pleasure builds and spikes.

Nose bumping mine, he laughs softly. “So responsive. So ready to come for me.”

I whimper at him. I don’t know how he does it, but he’s able to send me flying with only a little prodding. Like he’s been given a map of my body and instructions on how it works so he can pluck and press all of the right strings.

My moan eggs him on. His thrusting fingers are restricted by my bottoms, but he finds a way to power them into me until I’m quivering and quaking and falling apart.

“You’re fucking addictive, Liv.” He smooths his palm over my sex, slowly letting me come down before retreating and taking my bikini bottom with him.

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