Page 45 of Next in Line
It’s not the wine that has me propositioning Sam. It’s him. Every second I spend with him, he gets hotter and hotter and hotter. From punching that asshole at Marv’s Bait and Tackle to telling me he’s passionate about his employees, he’s just so much…man.And it doesn’t help that Kate’s urging to make this trip about more than just getting Sterling back is echoing in my mind over and flipping over again.
I glance down and can see the outline of Sam’s erection in his board shorts. It’s thick and long and pressing against the thin fabric like an animal that wants to be freed. He clearly wants this too, so what are we waiting for?
Sam takes a deep, cleansing breath and releases my hands that he had pinned to his thighs. The act is seemingly innocent, but it feels like a resounding yes as I watch his entire body go taut with anticipation. I stand between his legs, and his eyes heat as they trail down my body.
He lifts his chin to look up at me as he splays his rough hands around my waist, then over my butt and to the backs of my legs. In one quick move, he spreads me so I’m sitting astride him, and when his hard-on nudges my center, I have to bite back a moan threatening to crawl up my throat.
Something tells me that having sex with Sam will be a night and day difference from Sterling. Sam stokes the flames as he palms my ass and rocks me on his lap before running his hands up my sides. His thumbs steal under the fabric of my bathing suit top, and I arch into his touch just as his thumbs brush over my nipples.
“This is your last chance to get out, sparky,” he states again, his voice deep with obvious lust.
Is he crazy? His hands feel like freedom, and his dick feels like a mountain I can’t wait to climb. I don’t want anything to stop. I want it to go faster! Especially when he stares at my hardened nipples and bites his flipping lip!
“I want you, Sam,” I pant and then move in to press my lips to him.
He pulls back quickly, preventing my mouth from touching his. Shaking his head from side to side, he says, “You kissed me first last time. Now it’s my turn.”
In one athletic maneuver, he stands, holding me up like I weigh nothing, and places me on the rock where he was just sitting. These rocks aren’t exactly comfortable, but I’m too busy listening to my roaring libido to care about comfort.
Kneeling between my legs, he leans in close to my mouth to whisper, “But I’m not going to kiss you here.”
I stare down at his beautiful mouth, my own hanging open like a dog after a run. He brushes his nose softly along my cheek, nuzzling all the way down my neck and causing a riot of goose bumps to erupt all over my body, and not just from the cool air around us.
Because it’s not cold right now. It’s steaming hot, and I want nothing more than to be slick and sweaty with Sam O’Connor. He begins a trail of featherlight kisses down my neck, over the swells of my breasts, and to my belly just below my navel.
“I’m going to kiss you down here,” he husks against the mound of my pussy.
I cry out loudly because I can’t remember the last time a man kissed me down there. Not properly anyway. My high school boyfriend was the only one, and that idiot never knew what he was doing. Sadly, Sterling never wanted to. He says it’s not his thing, and God, I’ve yearned for it like crazy.
“Oh my god,” I cry when Sam’s fingers slip past the fabric of my suit bottoms and brush along my slit. He pushes his thumb deep inside me while his forefinger teases my clit. I feel a sudden rush of pressure down below, and I worry I’m going to have a weird female premature orgasm.
“Is this where you like me, sparky?” he asks, watching my body twitch as he adjusts his hand and pushes two long fingers inside me.
I groan out a frustrated sound from both his use of that nickname and because I’m scared he’s not going to do what I really want him to do. “Don’t call me sparky,” I state because I can’t say what I really want to say.
He chuckles and drops a chaste kiss on my inner thigh. “Why not?”
My eyes lock on his. “Because when you first called me that, it was not one of my favorite moments.”
His eyes twinkle with mirth. “That’s too bad because it was one of mine.”
I smile at that response, but my amusement is completely cut off when he unceremoniously buries his face between my legs. His right hand holds my bikini bottoms to the side as his left hand grips my other thigh to spread me wide. He flattens his tongue on my sex and licks me from back to front in one long, luxurious sweep, stopping at my clit to suck fiercely.
A cry rips its way out of my throat as my hand combs into his hair, fisting it anxiously as my body struggles with sensory overload. The air is too cold, the water is too hot, and Sam’s mouth is unrelenting. He seems encouraged by my hair pulling and quickly moves to hook my right leg up on his shoulder so he can grab my lower back and pull me against his face even deeper. He continues to tongue lash me over and over with a variety of lips, nips, and sucks that feel like a goddamn nightmare and dream all rolled into one. The pressure in my lower belly is so intense, I feel like I’m going to split right up the middle.
My hips develop a mind of their own as they buck forward, riding his face like a prized bronc at a rodeo. Everything he is doing is too much, yet somehow not enough. I’m losing my mind as the desire to feel his tongue thrust deeper overwhelms me.
Sam utters a low, satisfying moan when he feels my legs begin to tense up, and the sound only pushes me higher. My body locks up, preparing for the explosion that’s sure to come. Sam must know what’s about to happen because when he starts rapid-fire flicks across my clit, he forces an orgasm so strong, my screams are probably heard on the other side of the mountain.
In the background, I think Sam moves from between my legs, but my eyes are so starry-eyed, I can’t see anything. I can’t feel anything either. My body is like numb Jell-O as I attempt to catch my breath and re-center myself back on this planet.
I finally turn my eyes to Sam. He’s moved back into the hot spring and is staring at me like I’m some work of art on a wall he’s admiring. The heat and energy in his eyes are everything I want more of. More hotness, more adventure…more Sam.
I shake my head at him in amazement. “I don’t know why I’m surprised to discover you’re good at that because you’re good at basically everything.”
Sam’s lips twitch with amusement as he rubs his hands over his face and through his short hair. “I’m a man of many talents.”
My brows arch curiously at that. “Apparently.”
