Стейси Кестуик - Wet

Wasting no time, he bunched my skirt around my waist, not bothering to remove it, and groaned as he palmed my butt, massaging my cheeks. I rocked back against him, needing him to touch me, take me, fill me. Biting my lip, I remembered his warning to stay silent and fought against the temptation to say his name, wanting to beg.

Frustrated, I glanced over my shoulder. His face was a mask of concentration, focused on his task. One hand ran along my wet slit, the other loosened the drawstring of his shorts.

Freeing himself, he stroked his cock, and raised his eyes to mine.

“Hold on,” he rasped, warning me, and squeezed my butt hard before rubbing the sting away.

My fingers curled around the edge of the step under me, and I braced myself for his delicious onslaught. “Waitin’ on you,” I breathed.

Moving the soaked material covering my sex to the side, he slid deep, seating himself fully inside me, his fingers digging into my sides for traction. My thighs muscles tensed, and I sucked in a breath, going up on my tiptoes to take him and relishing the feel of him pressed close. I sensed his restraint as he waited for me to adjust.

I lowered back down to my heels, accepting the last of his length. Moaning in pleasure, I lifted my head, pushing back, ready for more.

That was the only signal he needed.

Widening his stance, he plunged into me, no waiting, just like he’d promised. With powerful thrusts, he took me roughly. I don’t even know if he realized the words that spilled from his lips, praising my body, worshiping me.

I met his tempo, opposites attracting in the most primitive way. Back and forth, in and out. Male and female.

Reaching back, I cupped his balls, massaging him, and he wrapped my hair around his fist in response, forcing the bend of my back to curve farther. My hand dropped away from him. Above me, he swore under his breath at the change in position.

I gasped as the head of his cock hit the perfect spot inside me, rubbing it with each advance. My panting accelerated, and he picked up his pace another impossible notch, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the empty stairwell.

Time stretched endlessly as he worked my willing body. The pressure inside me climbed to an impossible height with him pushing me higher, faster. Releasing my hair, he bent over me, reaching around to pinch my clit between his thumb and his finger, pitching me over the edge. My mouth opened in a wordless scream as I bucked, utterly consumed by the tsunami crashing through me.

West came with a shout he didn’t even try to muffle. Tensing behind me, he pulsed into my core, joining me in my release, his embrace the only thing keeping me from collapsing.

Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me onto his lap, sitting sideways across the bottom step with his back against the wall and my skirt bunched between us. Aftershocks rocked my body, and his ragged breaths tickled against my ear. Pushing my tangled hair off my damp neck, he dropped soft kisses along its length, the motion almost reverent.

I sank into him, too spent to do anything but exist. The whole party could conga line past us in that moment, and I still wouldn’t budge, satisfaction seeping through every inch of my body.

I ran my hand down his strong thigh, relishing the hard muscle bunching underneath me. His arms looped around my waist, and he hugged me to him, his soft sigh the only sound I needed to hear.

My heart fluttered in my chest. I ran my thumb along the hair tie circling his wrist, hoping it meant what I thought it did, but too scared to ask. Theo’s casual comment kept me from diving headfirst into the fantasy of us, together and finding a happily ever after that easily.

But for now, in this dim stairwell, I’d settle for this feeling of completeness. Closing my eyes, I savored the moment. His skin hot against mine, our limbs tangled together, our chests rising and falling in sync. Who needed promises of forever when right now felt so damn good?

The next morning, I was on my first cup of coffee, sitting at the kitchen island in my cottage, when my phone rang. Forcing my eyes to focus, I saw Hailey’s name flash across the display.

Sliding my finger across the screen, I hit the speaker button so I wouldn’t have to hold the phone. “Mornin’,” I managed.

“Hey!” Her bubbly voice filled the kitchen. She was clearly a morning person. Perky freak.

I waited, fortifying myself with another sip of coffee. If someone called me before ten on my day off, they should keep their expectations low.

“You there?” Her voice was more hesitant this time.

I summoned up some energy. “Yup.”

“Cody and I are visiting Uncle West this morning. He’s going to teach us how to fly a kite on the beach. If you aren’t busy, I was hoping you’d come too.” She paused. “And maybe bring your camera?”

I smiled into my mug, the lure of hanging out with all three of them too much to resist. “Sure. Give me a bit to finish my coffee, and I’ll head over.”

Thirty minutes later, I parked the Jeep next to West’s big dually. Checking the time, I saw it was still a few minutes to ten. I mentally congratulated myself for being productive this morning as I gathered my equipment and headed for the beach.

West already had the kite airborne, Cody perched on his shoulders, as they watched it flutter high above them. Something sharp caught in my chest, watching West with him. Hailey stood next to the duo, helping to steady Cody. It took me a moment, but I realized it was some kind of special stunt kite, with two lengths of string running between it and West. By pulling back one arm at a time, he had it dancing in the sky, performing an infinite series of figure eights.

They hadn’t noticed me yet, and I stayed back out their sight, putting the camera to my eye and capturing some images without them knowing it. Candids like these always turned out the best and felt the most real. Cody’s innocent delight was evident — listening to him giggle the way only toddlers can. He threw his arm up to the sky and then grasped West’s head again when he wiggled off balance. He pointed at the kite and pulled on his uncle’s ear, ordering him around. West followed his directions obediently, chuckling along with him.

A sudden gust of wind made the kite shudder and pulled West forward a few steps. Cody teetered and slipped but fell uninjured into Hailey’s ready arms. Spinning him around in a few circles, their laughter filled the air. When they stopped, they were facing my direction, and I was caught.

Hailey waved, signaling me to join them. Heading in their direction, I took a minute to enjoy the display of West’s bare back, his muscles flexing as he adjusted the kite.

“Where’s General Beauregard?” I asked, coming up next to him.

He glanced over, his eyes running a quick path down my body.

I blushed, remembering our adventure yesterday.

Afterwards, by the time we’d rejoined the party, Rue had arrived and was talking with Theo. We’d been chatting for ten minutes when Grady walked in with the anime pixie. She didn’t say anything outright, but Rue’s posture had stiffened, and when a few minutes later she suggested heading to the waterfront in town to watch the fireworks instead, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no. Theo had rounded out our threesome, and we’d left, but not before West had given me a lingering kiss goodbye and warned Theo what would happen to him if he didn’t watch out for me and Rue.

Theo’d rolled his eyes. “These two? What could possibly happen?”

Nothing but the inevitable. Rue had picked up a scruffy guy who swore he played drums in a band rolling through Charleston, and she’d disappeared, leaving Theo and me drinking cheap beer and watching the sky glitter.