She grips my cock, her thumb rolling around the head as if her hand could change my mind. If my son, my constant reminder, wasn’t sleeping just inside this hotel, maybe it could.
Her legs clench around my hand. “Then stop teasing me if you’re not going to do anything about it.”
I slip another finger inside her pussy, causing her to fall forward with a whimper.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m going to make you come. It just won’t be with my cock.”
“But I like your cock.”
I chuckle. “I know you do.” She twists and turns her hand around my shaft. “And fuck, it likes you too.”
Miller leans up and kisses me, eager lips finding mine. I want to turn away, somewhat annoyed that she only kisses me when it’s going to lead to more. Yesterday, before my game I wanted her to kiss me as I stood outside of the clubhouse, but she couldn’t. And though I’m doing all sorts of mental gymnastics right now, when her tongue sweeps inside my mouth, I know there’s no way in hell I’d actually stop her.
She makes quick work of my swim trunks, letting them float away in the water with her own suit. One swift tug of the strings on the back of her neck has her top falling down, and being the impatient man I am, I rip it off the rest of the way and throw it somewhere in the water to join our discarded clothes.
Her nipples are stiff when the night breeze hits them, pressing into my stomach, and my dick is equally as hard when it slides against her hip, searching for friction. I have to remind him we’re not getting any tonight. We’re simply making sure this wild girl remembers how to have some fun.
But then Miller grinds her body against me, and the head of my dick presses against her clit.
She whimpers into my chest, and repeats the motion.
“Oh fuck, Mills.” My words are a breathy cry as I drop my head onto hers.
Fingers threaded through her hair, I tug to pull her attention up to me. “I need you to stop grinding your pussy on me.”
“I can’t help it.”
I search her pretty face. She’s a mess, falling limp against me, leaving her body at my complete control besides her seeking hips that are rolling against mine in the water.
“Fucking hell, Miller.” I flip her around, pulling her back to my chest again, allowing my cock to follow the line of her ass until it slides against the folds of her cunt. I hiss from the sensation, rocking my hips against her as I slick my length against her core. “Use my cock to get off, but don’t you dare put it inside of you.”
She rolls her body, fully grinding against it.
My head drops back, eyes on the moon because holy fuck, that feels good.
She writhes down on me, needy and desperate, but I’m not going to fuck her without a condom. Instead, I find her thighs under the water and push them together, crossing her legs over each other to tighten her hold on my dick, creating a tight channel for my cock to jut into.
“Oh God.” She rocks her ass against my pelvis bone, riding my cock without it being inside of her.
I can feel how warm she is even under the water. She’s wet, but with her own arousal as she humps me close to insanity.
This is fucking torture. What the hell was I thinking? Every time she grinds, the head of my dick nudges her opening, and all I need is for one little slip and I’d be inside of her. Bare.
I’m never leaving my room without a goddamn condom again.
She’s loud. She’s naked. She’s fucking perfect. We’re in a public place with the city lights of Boston glowing below us. But there’s no way in hell I’m stopping her. Watching and hearing Miller come has quickly become a new addiction, one I have no idea how I’m going to curb once she leaves me.
I rock my hips into her from behind and the head of my cock accidentally slips just past her opening.
We both freeze, and I’m thoroughly impressed by both of our restraint to not fully sink into each other right here and now.
“Miller—”
“Please.”
Our chests are pounding with heavy breaths and waiting anticipation. I could take her right here. I could curve my hips forward and I’d be inside of her. Tempting as fuck, but I can’t.
Instead, I yank her off me and lift her out of the water, sitting her on the ledge of the pool, bending her knees so her feet are planted on the cement.
Then I devour her.
I latch my mouth around her, flicking my tongue over her clit as I lick long, controlled strokes over her core.
“Oh,” she cries, pulling at my hair. “Yes, Kai. Right there.”