Page 102 of For the Boys
Berkley glanced quickly between him and the patio door, smirking before taking off outside.
The moon was a giant orb, silhouetting the trees surrounding the cabin against the night sky. Twinkle lights had been strung from the ceiling over the hot tub, casting a warm glow over the water as Brent and Berkley settled back in.
This time there was no talking when they came together. Berkley settled on top of him, and he drove his fingers into her soft center without warning, loving the way she clenched around him. He fucked her with his hand, pressing his thumb into her clit, the movement splashing both of their chests with water.
Her gasps against his mouth nearly undid him, and he removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his dick. She arched back, her breasts level with his face, inviting. He latched onto one nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth and running his tongue in circles around the hardened tip before moving to the other.
Berkley dug her nails into his shoulders as she started to move up and down on top of him.
Brent gripped her ass, holding her in place, dropping his head back onto the ledge of the hot tub, watching through heavily lidded eyes as Berkley used him unabashedly to get herself off. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back as her lips parted, letting little moans escape. As she picked up speed, the moans increased in frequency.
This time felt different than the first. Something about Berkley taking the lead undid her, allowing her to completely let go, and he was enjoying the show. Her breasts bobbed in his face, and he leaned forward, pressing his face between them and swirling his tongue across her chest while she moved.
“Brent,” she gasped. “I’m—”
Brent gripped her hips and held her down, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. A strangled cry escaped her lips and went straight to Brent’s dick.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, he used the other to anchor her head in place. Under the chemical scent of chlorine, even without a stitch of clothing on, Berkley’s jasmine and lemon and cedarwood perfume still clung to her, tickling Brent’s nose as he buried his face in her neck. The heady mixture spurred him on as he relentlessly drove into her, feeling her clench tighter and tighter until…
“Brent!” The sound of his name on her lips as she came undone, spasming in his arms, arched so far back her hair was trailing in the water, was quite possibly the hottest thing Brent had ever witnessed.
He continued moving into her, his own release finding him shortly after, urged on by the pulsing of Berkley’s orgasm as she continued to clench around him. Digging his fingers hard into her hips, he came with a groan.
Afterwards, they sat there, wrapped tight around each other. Brent shifted, pulling out of Berkley but keeping her on his lap, brushing strands of wet hair from her cheeks.
“Note to self,” he said, pressing his mouth to her throat, “in order to get Berk off before me, let her be on top, and make sure water is involved.”
Berkley laughed and fell against him. “I did tell you I love shower sex. I’m going to be honest with you though. I’ve literally never had a guy let me take control like that.”
“Never?” Brent asked, surprised.
Berkley shook her head, droplets of water flying in every direction. “Turns out it works for me.” She sighed. “Who knew.”
Now it was Brent’s turn to laugh. “Literally anyone who bothered to get to know you.”
“True,” she replied. “I’m glad you did.” She kissed him on the nose.
“Me too,” Brent said, his heart clenching at the soft, blissful smile she gave him.
I need her to smile at me like that all the time.
Berkley’s stomach rumbled, shattering the romantic moment.
“Good sex makes me hungry,” she said.
“Then let’s feed you and go for round three,” he suggested.
She looked down at him and smirked. “I like the way you think, Jean.”
Brent’s dick twitched at the use of his last name. He wasn’t even going to bother trying to contemplate why he found that so sexy. It had to be a Berkley thing, one of the things he instantly found attractive because she was the one doing it. Berkley dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him in for a long kiss, her tongue twining with his own. Brent’s dick perked up again.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said against her mouth.
She reached between them and trailed her fingers over his hardening flesh. “I think I found what I want to eat,” she said, biting her lip.
“Oh, hell yes.” Brent stood up and threw her over his shoulder in one motion. He carried her inside with her laughing and pounding on his back, begging to be put down.
He turned his head and bit her ass playfully.
