Page 117 of Fire Island
“I’m soaked, Cal.”
I lick my lips. Fucking parched.
Bracing herself with one hand behind her, she leans back further. Her hand unfurls, and she slips a finger over her clit.
“Show me, Evie baby.”
“No touching, remember?”
I nod, and it’s a shallow movement.
On a huffy breath, she sinks one finger inside herself. I grind my jaw shut, tamping down the growl wanting out. Tensing every damn muscle to root myself to the spot.
To not touch her.
Thirty-One
EVIE
The sound that leaves my lips is pure tortured bliss. Cal shifts on his feet, his face feral as I pump one digit in and out of my aching center. I want him to witness. Not to touch. This moment, once spoiled, must belong to him. I can barely control the sounds slipping past my lips.
I pull my finger out and slide it between my lips, and he flinches.
His control is almost broken.
I know how hard this is for him.
Not touching.
Knowing what I’m recreating.
But that hideous memory will be replaced by one so spectacular, it will be erased from time forever.
Needing to move, I spread my legs wide, I look back up at my starving lighthouse keeper.
“No touching, remember. Not until I say so.”
He grunts at me. His breaths are so fast his chest is heaving, snapping down and back up again.
“I want you to watch me come on my fingers. Then take the spoils.”
His jaw feathers.
I roll my nipples through my fingers, laying my head back. The boat rocks a little, and I snap my head back up to see Cal fall to his knees a solid foot from where I sit, his face twisting with emotion.
His boxers are straining, and I can’t resist. My hands wander over the ridge before tugging the band down. His hard length springs from the silky confines, and my mouth immediately waters.
Oh god.
“Still no touching, sweet man.”
He makes a sound I don’t recognize as he gives me the world’s most subtle nod. I grip his cock, sliding him into my mouth. I can’t help the moan that captures his warm, velvety tip. My clit throbs, my breath disappears and doesn’t return.
Cal’s hands turn to fists before flexing open. I sink him deep into my throat and suck hard all the way up, slowly, as he trembles. He tastes incredible. I couldn’t resist, but that’s all I give him.
Cruel, I know, but this is about taking things to the breaking point, and my gut tells me we are close.
I release him and lean back on one hand again, circling my clit. His face twists as he struggles to haul in enough air.
