Page 54 of The Comeback

She laces her arms around my neck and pulls me to her. “Maybe we should both get lucky.”

“We should,” I growl and place my lips against hers. They’re cool from the lowered temperatures yet soft and eager for my touch. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips and dive inside. Her whimper does delicious things to my insides. The need I have for her shocks me. I’ve never been irrational in my desire for anyone else. Yet, the second I taste her, I want more, and I don’t care who’s there to witness it.

Her fingertips run through the short hairs at the base of my skull, sending goosebumps along my back. How much room does Gunner have in his entryway closet? I don’t need much.

God, I’m pathetic. I can wait until I get her home to ravish her. But it’s thirty minutes to either of our places, and that’s too damn long. I trail kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear.

“Let’s leave. I need you.”

She shivers. “I can’t make it that far. With one of your fingers, I’m going to come.”

“Babe,” I groan. “Don’t say that. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Don’t be.” Her eyes glow under the stars. She drops her arms from me and grabs my hand. “First door on the right is the outside changing room.”

“What?”

“The first door on the right is the outside changing room.” She tugs on my fingers, and I follow behind her. “I need to change my clothes.”

This is a bad idea. I can’t watch her change clothes and not make love to her. I’m not made of iron resolve–more like marshmallow crème resolve.

No one pays attention to us as we navigate the patio and stop outside the changing room. They’re too busy talking to care.

She twists the knob, and I stop outside the door. “I’ll wait.”

“No. You won’t.” She rolls her eyes, drags me inside behind her, and shuts the door, locking it. “I’m not changing clothes. I’m getting ravished by my boyfriend. Unless you want me to find another guy because I have this ache between my legs that needs to be serviced.” She places my hand on her mound and grinds into my fingers. “Can you service it for me?”

“Shit.” My mouth dries. “There’s nothing I’d rather do, but I can’t insult Gunner and Dani like that.”

“Who do you think told me which room was open? That’s what I was talking with Dani about just a minute ago.” She strokes my cock through the fabric of my swim trunks and licks her lips. “It’s not like I have the schematics for the place in my purse.”

“This is crazy.” I inhale and take in the sweet musky scent of her sex. In seconds, I won’t be able to stop. No matter what the consequences are. “Are you sure they won’t care?” I run my fingertips along her bikini bottoms, feeling the dampness and reveling in the fact that I make her so wet.

“No.” Her eyes blaze with lust. “I need you. Now. I can’t wait.”

“Fuck.” I swipe the fabric to the side and slice my finger deep into her core. The sucking sound of her pussy makes my cock throb with desire. I might go to hell, but at least I’ll enjoy the ride. I smash my mouth over hers and suck down her whimpers.

As I grind the heel of my palm over her clit. She convulses. “God, yes. Please, don’t stop.”

She’s too fucking much. The second her convulsions ease, I yank down the front of my swim trunks, grasp my shaft, spin her to face the wall, and shove the back of her bikini out of the way. “I need your pussy so bad.”

“Please,” she moans and places her hands on the door. “Fuck me, hard.”

“Like I could turn you down.” I grasp her hip and slam deep into her core.

“Ohhhhh…,” she gasps as shivers roll over her body. I haven’t had sex in someone else’s house since I was seventeen years old, and as an adult, I never considered it, but it’s quickly moving up to the top of the hottest places I’ve ever banged someone.

I repeatedly pound into her. The tight confines of the room echo our moans and our bodies slapping against each other. The overwhelming scent of sex, suntan lotion, and chlorine fills my nostrils, followed quickly by the desire to demand she marry me.

She looks over her shoulder. “Harder.”

If we were in Vegas, I’d toss her over my shoulder and take her straight to an all-night wedding chapel. I lunge to the hilt, slapping my balls against her clit.

“Harder,” she whimpers, lets go of the wall, and smacks my ass. Son of a bitch. The stinging of my flesh spurs me on. I fist her hair with one hand and yank hard, pulling her head back as I increase the ferocity of my pounding into her. My balls sting as they smack against her flesh.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” I inhale and exhale. Shit. Fuck. I can’t stop. Do something. Ripples quiver deep in my loins.

“Pound your hard cock into me. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

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