Back at the house a few hours later, Reed was trying to figure out if Taylor would be offended if he just picked her up and carried her to his room or if he could attack her the minute they were in the back door and make their way to the kitchen floor.
All her prancing around in that itty-bitty tiny red bikini had him sporting a steel rod in his shorts. She knew too as her eyes landed there several times and she smirked at him.
If the lake had been quieter, he might have found a cove to hide them in and go to town, but it was a crazy busy Saturday and he had all he could to skirt the traffic and jet-skiers as it was.
Mutt had been well behaved and was now tired out, lying down on the floor the minute they walked into the kitchen.
He didn’t have much time to decide what he was going to do because Taylor spun him around, slipped her hands in the waist of his board shorts, and lowered them to the ground.
“Great minds think alike” was going to be his comment, but when she dropped to her knees her warm wet mouth surrounded him and he couldn’t spit a word out if he was even able to form a sentence at this point.
Her nails were grazing up and down his thighs, her lips moving around him, her teeth even nibbling a little. Then her hand started to stroke him and her soft lips turned to more of a suction.
He felt his eyes roll back and his hands go into her wind-tousled locks. Dirty blonde and bobbing up and down with a pace he was more than willing to let her set.
Her eyes glanced up and met his, a twinkle in them as she feasted like it was the best piece of meat she’d ever had and she was out to prove it.
Worked for him. That is until her other hand reached around and grabbed his ass, her nails biting into the tender flesh as she pushed him closer. He had to be hitting the back of her throat, but she wasn’t stopping or slowing down, just changing her angle and swishing her tongue up and down and around.
“Taylor,” he said, trying to be gentlemanly. Most times if a woman started this, he’d let her go. He’d never asked for it and figured if they were taking that step, then they were going to finish. But with Taylor he felt like he should just let her know.
She stopped and looked up at him, her lips red and wet, matching her swimsuit from when she dove off his deck to cool off moments before they’d come in. “Yes?”
There was no way she could know how sexy she looked right now, or maybe she did and she was just tugging him along a path he was more than willing to follow blindly. Like Little Red Riding Hood and he was the wolf. Or maybe she was the wolf because she was the one gobbling him up.
“Just giving you a heads up.”
“Yes, you are,” she said and then ran her tongue up the length of him, pulling the tip in between her lips and letting it pop out with a noise. He was going to pop off if she did that again.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“So noted,” she said, then went right back to work. This time it was more intense. Faster. Harder. Deeper in her throat and he wasn’t sure how that was even possible.
It didn’t matter because within moments he was shouting out her name and filling her like he never had another woman before. Not like this. Not where she just kept swallowing and continuing and swallowing some more.
He swore there wasn’t anything else left to give, including his energy, when she sat back on her heels and licked her lips.
“Wow,” he said.
“Why, thank you.” She stood up, ran her hand down the length of his cock again which was already standing back up. “Now it’s your turn.”
This time he kicked his swimsuit away from his feet, swung her in his arms and raced up the stairs to his room knowing there were condoms in the bedside drawer.
Once he kicked the door to his room shut to keep the dog out he walked over and dropped her on his bed, coming down on top of her. There was no time for pleasantries like lying her down gently. Not when she just finished what she did in the kitchen.
“That’s it,” she said. “Don’t hold back.”
Green lights were flashing and he was speeding up. The bottom of her bikini was yanked off and the top nudged aside. His lips went to one hardened nipple that had been winking at him the entire time on the boat.
Plump and sweet in his mouth just like a freshly picked cherry. Cherries happened to be one of his favorite fruits and when he had them, he gorged himself silly.
That was what he was going to do with Taylor. Gorge himself until he couldn’t take another bite.
Then he realized he’d always want another bite and when that thought popped into his head he pushed it away in that deep dark place he’d hidden in for years.
Trying again—or finding a better place in life—didn’t mean he was ready to take a leap off a bridge for someone. Even if it felt like he could climb the Golden Gate right now and shout her name on the way down.
He moved from one nipple to the next. Tasting, licking, sucking, biting. Leaving his mark and making her his.
Another scary thought that he had to fight back. He just wanted pleasure right now, but it was hitting in more than one place in his body. Not physically, but almost emotionally, a place he’d shut off for years.
“Reed,” she said, her hand in his hair and yanking his head back. It amazed him this was the woman that was so quiet and shy during the day but a little vixen at night. “I said don’t hold back.”
He reached for a condom and got ready. “Turn over,” he said.
She did. Rolled right over and got on her hands and knees presenting him with one hell of a view. Her body was a piece of work. He had no clue what she did to be so toned and curvy but imagined it had something to do with living in Miami. When he thought of women there, he thought of sexy bodies and sensual women.
That was Taylor.
He wondered what guy had hurt her. Had burned her so badly that she loathed relationships as much as him.
But did he really anymore?
Scary thoughts...go away, he mentally told himself.
He knelt behind her and found her hidden wet treasure, then eased in. Blow jobs and doggie style, two of his favorite things in the world.
His hands were on her hips as he slid in and out. She was balancing on one hand now, the other going to her own swollen nub, working herself up and over.
He could feel her muscles start to clench around him, her moans getting louder, him feeding them as he pumped into her at a speed that mirrored them in the boat on the lake. Fast, urgent, dying to get to the end to see the beauty awaiting them on the other side.
Beauty. That’s what this was. Not sex. Not physical. But that scary beast he was hiding from coming out and telling him to shut the hell up for once.