“Do it,” he orders, my sweet, impaled puppy topping from the bottom.
Recovering my wits, I tip back on my knees, changing the angle for us both yet again. Then I’m thrusting into him, driving the dildo in deeper.
“Incredible.”His voice is breathless as I rut into him with short, quick thrusts.
“Look at me,” I say again, needing this moment of vulnerability to be shared.
He gives me what I need, his pretty green eyes locking on mine, pleasure etching every line of his face as he rides out my thrusts, holding tight to me. When he begins moving his hips in tempo with mine, the slap of our skin rings out a primal chorus in my ears, I know he’s close. God knows I’ve been close, too, ready to leap, aching to fall.
“My dick,” he pants. “Please, baby. I need—yes—”
He doesn’t finish the ask before my hand wraps around his shaft, pumping him as I pound home. My breasts give him a show, jiggling and swaying like anything as I fuck my man in his perfect tight ass.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he praises. “Such a queen. God, you’re mine. Never leave me. Tess, please—”
I chase his words, my orgasm lighting me up inside, spreading from my clit to deep in my core, all the way to my fingertips. “Come with me,” I cry, my hips stuttering as the rabbit ears work their magic, sending my orgasm shattering through me. I feel it all the way to my toes. They curl in tight, my leg muscles spasming as I break upon the rocks. My hand on his dick stills and I tip my head back, screaming my release, my pussy gripping tight to the vibrating toy.
Below me, Ryan takes over, slamming his hips against mine a few more times before he loses rhythm, too, his hand pumping mine on his dick. “God—ahh—” He cries out, his cum spilling all over our joined hands as he falls apart beneath me.
We’re a pair of moaning messes, bodies trembling, our skin flushed and slick with sweat. I gasp as the stimulation becomes too much, grabbing the toy and lifting myself off it. I feel empty in the best way with it gone. Carved out, like a coconut without its water. I’m careful as I pull the shaft from him and turn it off, setting it aside.
He lies there, spread-eagle and breathless, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Come here, baby.”
I crawl over top of him, my weight pressing him down as he wraps me in his arms. We kiss long and deep, taking our time as our bodies stop trembling.
Then he’s rolling me to our sides, our legs tangling, before he rolls me to my back. Now it’s his weight pressing me down. He kisses down my body, pausing to pay special attention to my breasts. “Someday I wanna fuck these.”
I just smile, my hands smoothing through his hair. “Be my guest.”
He kisses down my body, over my belly, and around my navel. Then he’s between my legs, his shoulders pushing my thighs open as he closes his mouth around my clit, sucking my wet release into his mouth.
I cry out, toes tingling as he licks lower, savoring every drop of me. By the time he’s done, I’m even more of a shaking mess.
He pants for breath, crawling back up my body to claim my lips, rolling us back to our sides. “You’re mine,” he says between kisses. “I love you, Tess.”
“Langley’s girl,” I reply, kissing him back. “I love you, Ryan. I’m yours. No more running. I just want to be yours.”
60
“Wow,” I say, eyes wide as I take in Rachel and her guys walking through the doors of the event hall.
Jake is at her left, dressed to kill in a sleek black tux, his dark hair oiled back. “I know, we clean up good, right?” he says with a teasing grin.
Ilmari is on her other side, looking like he’s about to go involuntarily donate a kidney. His stupidly handsome bearded face is solemn, his long blond hair combed back into a neat top knot. His tux is charcoal grey and fitted like a dream.
Between them, Rachel flounces up in a slinky black dress with a high neck and a thigh-high slit. Her hair is swept down and to the side in an artful knot, a pair of gorgeous ruby and diamond earrings twinkling in her ears.
“Rach,” I gasp, my gaze locking on the jewels. I think in a past life I was a dragon. I am entirely too infatuated with shiny, pretty things.
“You like?” she says with a smile, turning her head left and right. “They were a wedding present from the guys. I was excited to finally have a reason to wear them.”
I turn my attention to Ilmari. “You still mad at me about all this?”
He just scowls. “I’m not giving the speech.”
“Oh, yes, you are, and it’s gonna be great,” I counter. “And I’ll have you know, we’ve already had several donations pour in this week by people who can’t attend.”
“Whoa, how much?” says Jake.
“Almost enough to match Ilmari’s initial donation,” I reply, hands on my hips.
“You’re—oh, shit—seriously?” Jake turns to Ilmari. “Dude, that’s fucking amazing. This is gonna work.” He spins back to me. “Tess, this was so cool of you to do this for him. This is gonna be great.”
“Of course, it is,” Rachel says with a confident smile. “It’s a Tess event. She doesn’t miss.”
“The food better be good.” Caleb steps around his partners to stand on Ilmari’s other side. He must have been parking their car.
I take him in, eyes wide. “Cay, you look…well, stop-thinking-words hot,” I say with laugh.
He just shrugs. He’s wearing a sleek navy suit, fitted to a T, with his hair slicked back too.
I take in the picture of the four of them together. “Okay, this should be illegal,” I say, gesturing between them. “This level of hotness in one family is totally unfair to the rest of humanity. We’re all out here just doing our best, and then in walk the four of you. It’s criminal.”
“Can you just imagine how cute our kids are gonna be?” Jake teases.
“I told you, we’re not doing child pageants,” Caleb says, glaring at his husband.
“We are gonna do pageants, and we’re putting all the money our babies win into the ‘Buy Jake a Sea-Doo’ fund.”
I laugh. “You guys are multi-millionaires. Just buy the damn Sea-Doo if you want a Sea-Doo.”
Both Jake and Caleb give me a confused look. “What’s the fun in that?” Jake scoffs.
“Oookay,” Rachel says with a laugh, looping her arm in with Jake’s. “Let’s go find the cocktails, yeah? Tess, I’m leaving this one with you,” she adds, tipping up on her toes to kiss Ilmari’s bearded cheek. “Behave,” she says at him.
He just groans, crossing in front of her to come stand by me.
She, Jake, and Caleb slip past us, heading into the event room.
I look up at Ilmari, giving him a little nudge with my elbow. “Wanna go meet the gopher tortoise?”
An hour later, I’m trapped in the middle of a nest of vipers, also known as city council members. Ilmari slipped this particular net fifteen minutes ago, and I’ve just been trapped here with my empty wine glass, pretending to listen as Bill Peterson pulls attention away from tonight’s cause yet again and back onto rezoning for a golf course.
This is such bullshit. None of these old turkeys are even going to donate to Out of the Net. They’re only here because we need them to be on our side when we introduce our joint proposal with the North Florida Land Trust this summer to expand current preserved land areas near a popular sea turtle nesting site.
We’re calling that phase two. Phase one is establishing our organization, building a donor base, and getting our name out there. Phase two is enacting meaningful change and pushing for better protections of sea turtle nesting grounds along the Jacksonville beaches.
But I can kiss ass with the best of them. The Bill Petersons of the world will always stand in the way of progress, so you have to find ways to either charm them or work around them. For now, I’m sticking with charm.