CHAPTER 12
BROOKE

I slipped his cock between my lips and felt him brace himself against the table behind him. Thunder was crashing in the distance as I moaned around his dick. His legs were clenching, and his head fell back. I watched his muscles undulate and crackle with ecstasy as I slid him all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel his precum leaking, dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hands gripped the table tightly, the veins from his arms bulging as he tried to control his urges.

I ran my hands up his thighs and raked my nails around to his ass. I gripped tightly onto him, pulling his hips toward my face. Obscenities fell from his lips in breathless grunts as I swallowed him whole, trapping him deep in my throat as I nuzzled his trimmed curls.

He smelled like lust and the ocean, like a man who needed a woman more than he could stand. I felt him wanting to lose control. I felt the surge of electricity that shivered through his body. The thunder was rolling closer and the lightning was flashing faster, and it coaxed me into bobbing my head.

It wasn’t long before he yanked me up from my knees and pinned me back against the glass.

His hands tore at my clothes, ripping them from me as they fell to the floor. My peaked nipples were raking against his strong muscles, and I shivered as his tongue wrapped them up, sucked them to painful peaks, he pressed into them and made my body quake.

I was dripping for Kevin, trembling for more, but speechless and unable to express my desires.

I couldn't deny the fire between us, the engulfing flames that raged within my body whenever he looked at me, talked to me, touched me or called my name. I couldn’t be alone with him. I’d tried to avoid it ever since I knew he was on the island. Being alone with him was my demise, the one thing that would bring devastation to my world.

And yet, I wanted him to level me, burn me to the ground, if it meant feeling him against me.

He slid to his knees and parted my pussy folds with his fingers. His tongue pressed into my clit, giving me no time to adjust to the speed he was starting with. I jolted, moaned, and rolled my hips into his face. He crooked my leg over his shoulder and pressed me into the glass, then slipped a finger into my dripping warmth.

“Kevin. Oh, fuck.”

I bucked into his hand as he tossed my other leg over his shoulder. Furrowing my brow, I looked down at him, my hands flying to his hair for leverage. I clung to him as he suspended me in midair, pressing me against the glass as thunder rolled over our heads. The lightning was strobing, casting shadows along the wall as he slowly stood. Sliding my entire body up the glass as his tongue pressed into my clit.

It was all too much.

I could feel myself growing weak.

My head slammed into the glass as thunder crashed above our heads. It was so loud it shook the windows and covered the moans dripping from my lips. He inserted another finger and crooked it just right, sending me shivering. The wild electricity forced my hips closer to his mouth.

I coated him with my arousal as his lips wrapped around my clit.

I knew I was saying his name, calling out to him as my back arched off the glass. I knew I was crying out and shaking violently as my pleasure crashed over my body. But the storm was swallowing my sounds and Kevin was smiling into my pussy, his fingers were stroking that pebbled spot and his tongue was lapping at my clit, like the peaceful waves of the ocean against my shoreline.

I collapsed into him and he caught me against his face. I clung to his hair as he pulled me away from the window, his fingers slipping from my pussy. His hands grabbed my ass and he walked me to his bedroom, the storm raging outside as he kicked the door closed behind me.

He dropped me onto the bed and our eyes locked. That predatory stare washing over his face made me quiver with excitement.

Then his lips crashed into mine as my legs wrapped around him, my body ready to receive his.

His cock slid into me effortlessly and we bucked against one another. I slid up the bed as he reached for the headboard, his hips slamming into me, snapping against me and shaking my entire body as he gazed down on my jumping form. I raked my hands down his chest as the bed knocked against the wall in time with the crashing of the storm outside.

“Kevin. Kevin! Don’t stop. Please. Harder. Go harder. Let me feel you.”

He growled in response as he picked up my leg. He tossed it over his shoulder and bent closer into my body. The entire bed was rocking on its frame, crashing into the wall and matching the swell of the thunder outside. With each crash that shook the house, my mouth opened to say his name, swallowed by the sounds of the storm as his cock throbbed against my walls.

The lightning played sharp shadows across his features, showcasing to me the animal that was finally being let loose.

There was the man I remembered from all those years ago.

His cock thickened inside my body as his hips pounded against mine. The lightning and the thunder were simultaneous. The waves were knocking against the legs of the house. The windows were shaking and the bed was crashing against the wall and my juices were dripping on the bed below us.

I could feel the grunts and groans emanating from Kevin’s broad chest as my nails raked down his skin.

My eyes rolled back and I met my end, pleasure crashing over me as lightning pierced the sky. Kevin dropped down and wrapped his lips around my engorged nipple, sucking it as hard as he could. My pussy milked his cock, pulling him deeper into me as his body stilled. He filled me to the brim before he shot fluids from between my thighs as a light sheen of sweat covered my skin.

I ran my hands through his hair, my body shaking with the residual embers of my lustful flames.

Kevin was panting, gasping for air. His back was shaking as he pulled out of my body. He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my tits as my fingers continued to run through his hair.

I felt him nuzzle into me as I spread my legs wider to accommodate his broad form.

The lightning and the thunder lulled me to sleep as Kevin’s breathing began to even out. I knew I needed to get back to my bed, to get back to the guest quarters of the house. But it felt too good to be cloaked by him, to be touched by him, pleasured by him, and exhausted—because of him.

I turned my head and looked out the window, taking in the fury of the storm one last time.

Then I closed my eyes, my hands still tangled in the hair of the man who embodied every principle of a raging storm.

Maybe that was why he enjoyed them so much.

Because he felt a kindred spirit with the uncontrollable strength.