Page 62 of Whiskey Chase
“What did your family say?”
“They thought it was just a phase for me. That I just needed to recommit to my path.”
“Did that include recommitting to a wife who was a cheating skankface douche?”
I laughed and squeezed her ass with my hands. “Yes, as a matter of fact, it did. They suggested marital counseling. They even went as far to schedule an appointment for us.”
Scarlett came back to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “That’s bullshit.”
“That is an accurate assessment.”
“So, not only were you betrayed by your wife, your family jumped aboard the Fuck Devlin Over train. It’s not your job to live your life for what they want. They made a human being, not hired an employee.”
Hearing her say it, having Scarlett call it out for what it was, felt like a healing of sorts. A validation for the nebulous feelings of discontent I’d felt toward my parents since that day.
“What do you want now, Dev?”
When was the last time anyone had asked me that?
“Right now?”
She nodded earnestly.
“Right now, I want you.” I reached up and untied the strings holding her top up.
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Scarlett
Ibowed backwards into the water until it covered my ears. Here there was no sound, only the sensation of Devlin’s mouth at my breasts, licking and sucking. Teasing and tempting. The blue sky above me, warm water all around me. Devlin’s hands stroking me.
It felt like a religious experience.
He was gentle with me, not his usual demanding self, and I found myself enjoying this side of him just as much as the dominating one. He lapped at my nipple and bit. Lifting me by my ass, Devlin floated me further away from him. I wanted to complain, wanted to go back to him, but when he untied one side of my bottoms, I realized what he wanted.
I floated there suspended between sky and water while Devlin spread my soft folds with his thumbs. The first stroke of his tongue was rapture. He worshipped me there in the hot springs until I was a tingling ball of sensation. Until every cell, every nerve ending, sparked to life. I felt the sun on my tender nipples, felt the water caress my hair, and surrendered to the nature of it all.
Devlin slid a finger into me and then another, gently massaging from the inside while his mouth played on me. The orgasm flowed over me like a waterfall. I cascaded into pleasure rippling around his fingers.
He was speaking. I could hear the vibrations but couldn’t make out the words under the water. But I felt them in my heart. He was praising me, pleasing me. Everything inside me glowed as the pleasure ebbed and flowed and finally faded into bliss.
Then he was pulling me back to him, lifting me out of the water to settle me in his lap. Water flowed down my back, and Devlin fastened his mouth to one pert nipple. “You are perfection,” he whispered to me.
Reaching between us, I slipped my hand into his swim trunks. He was achingly hard to the touch.
He raised his head from my breast. “Scarlett, I don’t have a condom.”
“I have one in the bag,” I said breathlessly. I closed my fist around him and stroked him. “I don’t think I can walk,” he confessed with a half laugh.
“I got this.” I lifted off of him and climbed out of the pool. My untied bikini hung off of me. I discarded it on the way to the dry bag and dumped the contents until I found the foil packet. Victoriously I cannonballed back into the pool.
“You make quite the picture, Scarlett Bodine,” Devlin breathed as I ripped the foil with my teeth.
I rolled the latex on him, squeezing his cock at the root. His head fell back against the wet rock, his eyes closed in a tableau of ecstasy. He made me feel powerful and wanton, and I never wanted to lose that feeling.
“I love how it feels when you touch me,” he admitted, his long, inky lashes parting to look at me.
“I’m partial to it, too,” I teased. I raised up high on my knees and positioned his broad head at my entrance.
