Page 67 of Forecheck
Under the chemical scent of chlorine, Berkley’s citrusy perfume still clung to her skin, tickling my nose as I buried my face in her neck. The heady mixture spurred me on as I relentlessly drove into her, feeling her clench tighter and tighter until…
“Brent!”
The sound of my name on her lips as she came, spasming in my arms, arched so far back her hair trailed in the water…it was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
I continued moving into her, not checking my speed even as she begged me to stop, until my own release found me. Digging my fingers into her hips, sure I’d leave bruises and turned on further by the thought of leaving marks on her perfect skin, I came, moaning her name long and low.
Afterward, we stilled in the water, wrapped tightly around each other. I shifted, pulling my spent cock free but keeping Berkley anchored on my lap, brushing wet strands of hair from her cheeks.
“Note to self,” I said, pressing my mouth to her throat, “in order to get Berk off, let her be on top.”
Berkley laughed and fell more fully against me. “I don’t think it’s just being on top that does it for me,” she said against my neck. “Although I’ve never had a guy let me take control like that.”
“Never?”
She shook her head, droplets of water flying in every direction. “Never. But it’s also just being with you. I’ve never really had anyone care about my own pleasure before, but with you…I feel safe and free and wanted.”
“The only thing I care about is your happiness and pleasure, Berk,” I told her, pressing my lips lightly to hers. “Mine is secondary. Actually, getting you off gets me off.”
My heart clenched at the soft, blissful smile she gave me, and I vowed to permanently etch that expression on her face.
“And I’m two-for-two on making you come with my cock.”
That blissed out expression turned stern. “Why are you keeping track?”
“I’m an athlete, baby. I like stats.”
She rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, her stomach rumbled.
“Guess good sex makes me hungry,” she said with a laugh.
“Then let’s feed you and go for round three.”
With a smirk, she said, “I like the way you think, Jean.”
My cock twitched at her use of my last name, and there was no way she didn’t feel it. I wasn’t going to bother trying to figure out why I found it so sexy. Plenty of people called me by my last name, and I’d never had this reaction to it before. The only explanation was that I foundeverythingabout Berkley sexy.
Before we rose out of the water, Berkley dug her fingers into my hair and pulled me in for a long kiss, her tongue twining with mine. My cock perked up further.
I’d also never been so damn responsive with a woman before, and I fucking loved it.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I said against her mouth.
In answer, she reached between us and gripped my hardening flesh, giving my dick a few tugs. “I think I found what I want to eat,” she whispered, biting her lip.
“Oh, hell yes.” I stood and threw her over my shoulder in one motion, hopping out of the tub and rushing inside with her squealing and pounding on my back, begging to be put down.
I simply turned my head and bit her ass playfully.
When we reached the living room, I dropped her onto the nest of blankets we’d made earlier. The fire cast a warm glow across her skin, and with her hair a bright corona around her head, shelooked like an angel. Her pupils were blown wide, desire written on every curve and angle of her body.
“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
“I’m sure gonna try.”
Returning to reality after the blissful hours spent with Berkley in bed and the hot tub—and the living room floor, the kitchen counter, and the shower—felt like a giant slap in the face.
I let out a long sigh, and across the center console of my truck, Berkley squeezed my hand. “You’re thinking about sex with me, aren’t you?”
