Beauty (A Midsummer Suspense Tale) (16 page)

“I want to taste you,” she said in a low, seductive voice, giving his cock a squeeze.

He eased up without a word, water rolling down his stomach and thighs, and perched on the edge of the tub, watching as she moved forward with her gaze locked on his dick. Her splayed hands moved up his legs, gripping him, and head tilted forward. He gasped the moment her lips brushed the dome of his cock, mouth opening to take him inside.

“Jesus, Bryar,” he growled, gripping the tub on either side of him and bracing as she slid her mouth up and down.

Her eyes lifted, their depths dark and dangerous. Her tongue moved along the underside of his erection, sweeping along in its own rhythm as her head bobbed. Each descent took him a bit deeper into her mouth, brought him that much more pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels,” she rasped before descending on him again.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good.” A ragged moan escaped him when she reached up to cup his sac, rolling his testes gently.

Christ, he was going to burst and it had been just minutes, but the sight of her between his thighs, watching him as she sucked him off, was almost too much to bear. His hips thrust up, fucking her mouth just as much as she was sucking him, and she moaned. The vibration of the sound rushed through him as well and pleasure built, gathering and gathering.

She pulled back, his length popping free of her mouth, and gripped him with both hands now, fists moving in a blur up and down his cock. At last he reached for her with one hand, fingers raking over her hair, cupping her jaw, thumb running over her thickened lips. She took the tip of his thumb in her mouth, tongue swirling over the pad of it, and a growl sounded from his throat. Faster and faster her hands moved until he was seconds away from warning her that he was about to come.

All at once she stopped, releasing him.

Bryar chuckled at the small frown that darkened his expression then moved closer, reaching down to grasp her breasts and raise them. “Not done yet—I’ve still got plans for you.”

“Getting me back for that first time?”

“That’s right.” She still held her breasts, firm handfuls he longed to touch, and she pressed right up against him.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled as she wrapped them around his dick. He glided easily between her breasts, the warm water slicking them both. He couldn’t look away, just watched the thick head of his cock move up and down between her dark tits, the heavy globes of them warm and silken. Every few thrusts, she dipped her head down to kiss the tip of him, her tongue snaking out to lick pre-come from the slit.

“Bryar,” he gasped, panting hard, his heart hammering in his chest. The last vestiges of control were leaving him. “Bryar, I’m gonna come.”

She didn’t back off but moved harder, faster, fucking his cock between her breasts, capturing him in her mouth on the upstroke. “Then come for me. Come on my tits.”

The sight of her, the touch of her, everything she said—all of it was too much. He gripped the edge of the hot tub hard and came with a cry, his entire body jolting with the orgasm. He spilled across her breasts in three long arcs, emptying himself until the climax crested and he collapsed back in the water.

“Fuck.” He swiped damp hair off his forehead, blurry vision sharpening on her again at last. She held his gaze, massaging his seed into her breasts, and his cock twitched at the sight despite being sated moments ago.

He could go a couple rounds in a night, had before, but never recovered that quickly—just watching her touch herself, though, made him suspect he might this time.

Her skin glistened with his come and the water, her long slender fingers moving to tweak her nipples. She moved back in the water until her spine hit the wall of the hot tub, then she settled there and sighed deeply. “I think there are still condoms in my purse inside. Get one when you’re ready.”

“And what are you going to do in the meantime?”

She smiled wickedly. “Make you hard again, of course.”

****

Though the whiskey was buzzing through her system, she wasn’t drunk. Not on alcohol, at least. Desire, yes—she
needed
to come, her entire body throbbing with want. And thankfully all of it had driven from her head everything she didn’t want to think about, including the reason she’d shown up that night in the first place.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the feel of the hot water clutching her body, the jets pulsing against her back. One of her hands drifted down from her breast to touch between her legs, running up and down her needy pussy. She heard Sawyer come through the door again and his steps paused—he must be watching her.

Bryar smiled without opening her eyes, spreading her thighs and thrusting one finger inside herself. “Mmm, I’ll finish without you if you’re just going to watch.”

He sucked in a noisy, ragged breath, and if he wasn’t hard again yet, she suspected he would be soon. The deck creaked again as he resumed walking and a moment later the water shifted, displacing as he climbed in the tub. “Let’s compromise. I’ll finish you, but I still get to watch in the meantime.”

She cracked her eyes open, still trailing her fingers through her own wetness. His gaze was locked there, watching what she was doing despite water obscuring the details.

“Sit on the edge,” he commanded, his voice deep with want.

Bryar didn’t argue, gliding up, out of the water. His eyes trailed her movement as water rushed over her flushed skin, and she felt her nipples pebble the moment the air hit them. She shivered and did as instructed, sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs still submerged nearly to her knees.

Sawyer leaned back against the opposite wall of the tub and met her eyes in challenge. “Spread your legs.”

Despite her experience and wanton display thus far, she’d never been told what to do before other than with him—never had a man with such heat in his eyes say such a thing and not sound completely ridiculous. Instead his voice teased her arousal all the more.

She parted her knees more, spreading wide for him and bracing her hands on either side of her for support. She even tilted her hips slightly to give him a better view of her pussy.

Tension worked through him but he remained in place. “Touch yourself. Slide your fingers in your pussy for me.”

Slowly she drew one her hands down, gliding slowly, over the valley of her breasts to her stomach, then her mound, until finally she reached her clit. She let her fingers brush it gently, her body jumping with the contact, then she eased her index finger into her channel, pushing it as far as it would go.

Her hips moved in slow circles as she touched herself and her eyes met his, showing him her pleasure, telling him how much she wanted him. Sawyer’s eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with arousal, his lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily. His gaze went from hers to her hand again, and his hands balled into fists. She knew he wanted her, knew it was driving him wild, and it just made her all the more bold.

With a low growl, he surged toward her in one swift movement, warm water splashing her lower legs. He gripped her knees, foil condom packet still clutched between two of his fingers, and lowered his face to the juncture between her thighs. His tongue raked up her clit, sending pleasure coursing through her with frightening intensity until she couldn’t stave off her impending climax. She mumbled his name, cried out her release, and came completely undone as he drew her clit into his warm, welcoming mouth.

Bryar panted hard, struggling to come back to herself as bliss weighted her limbs and made her sleepy. But Sawyer was ready for more now, working the condom onto his full erect shaft and then grasping her hips. He pulled her down while thrusting up to meet her, burying his cock in her still-tingling pussy. She slid partially into the hot water, jets beating at her thighs and back, and grabbed the sides of the tub for leverage. Every thrust made her breasts bounce, splashed water across them both.

“So perfect,” he mumbled. “So fucking perfect.” His heated gaze swept over her.

She’d never thought of anything about her being perfect, unless it was “perfectly screwed up”, but she didn’t argue, just relished in the feeling of him looking at her like she was the only person who existed. His hands molded on her hips, keeping her in place as he thrust harder and faster. Steam wafted from his powerful shoulders and his sculpted chest glistened with sweat and water, highlighted by the blue lights of the hot tub. She had but one brief, fleeting thought of being outside, that more than the moonlight could be watching them, but the fences and hills were high, and at the moment she didn’t care if there was a more graphic sex tape of her out there. All of it would be worth it with the total, complete pleasure she was felt in that moment.

His thrusts slowed then stopped, cock easing out of her. His eyes were wild and feral as they met hers. “Turn around.”

Her arms and legs ached so she was glad of the changed position, twisting in the water so her back was to him. She arched her spine and stuck her ass out, giving it a wiggle to taunt him.

The tease was apparently understood as he groaned even before touching her, then he had her positioned again and his stiff dick drove home. The different angle stretched her wonderfully, brought their bodies into even deeper contact and heightening every sensation. Bryar’s soaked hair fell around her shoulders, breasts dragged in the water, and she bucked wildly under him.

He reached under her as he delivered quick thrusts, his palms finding her breasts and squeezing, stoking her arousal once more until she felt another orgasm barrelling down on her. His mouth was on her back, her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin as he kissed her flesh. One hand left her breast to delve lower, sliding down to swirl his fingertip over her hypersensitive clit.

“Come for me one more time, baby,” he whispered against her ear.

Pleasure built and built again, even bigger this time, and she sucked in a breath as time seemed to freeze. And then she tipped over the edge and came hard, shuddering violently and letting out a breathy, ragged cry.

Her climax seemed to send him over the edge as well, his fingers taking her hips once more and biting into her skin. Drained completely, she felt like she might collapse, and could have if he hadn’t held her in place. His strokes became uneven, fast, moans telling her he was close, and seconds later he slammed one final time into her, jerking as he was spent.

Bryar leaned over the edge of the hot tub panting, her eyes falling closed. Sawyer collapsed on top of her and she didn’t mind the extra weight, just enjoyed feeling him against her. His naked chest against her back, strong arms around her, she felt protected from everything.

Even though she knew it wouldn’t last.

****

Afterward they lay tangled together on one of the padded lounge chairs under three plush beach towels that blocked them from the cool fall air. Bryar’s head was on his firm chest, her eyes closed, and she was tired enough that she nearly drowsed.

“So,” Sawyer began. “Mobster’s daughter.”

“Apparently,” she mumbled.

“They just told you tonight?”

“Yeah, if you can believe that. And only because they think we’ve been found out. Otherwise they never would’ve told me. Oh, by the way, my real name is Talia. Nice to meet you.”

He said nothing but held her tightly and she wished the world around them could fade away entirely.

“So tell me about this dragon,” he said at last.

“Dunno. Just someone who wants to kill me for revenge and has since I was a baby. I assume she’s pretty bad. My aunts have already packed up the cottage—they want us to run.”

“Where?”

“No idea, probably across the country. I mean...how am I even supposed to
do
that? Be on the run? Are we going to get fake IDs too? How long before this happens again?”

“So your whole life is uprooted now because of me.”

She gave his side a harsh poke and tilted her head back to look at him. All she got was a view of his strong chin, but she glared at it nonetheless. “Don’t start. It’s not all about you, Mr. Narcissism.”

“Point. But I do feel responsible.”

“My aunts should’ve told me. I might have been more careful in general if they had.”

“They hid you to protect you...”

“Yeah.”

“Well...” He shifted so he could look at her, turning more onto his side and tilting his head down so they were eye to eye. “Not to go all white knight on you, but I’m pretty sure
I
could set up some protection for you. I’ve been getting credible death threats since I was fifteen. I’ve hired people from the private sector who protect presidents and royalty and hotel heiresses. I get you somewhere safe and hire a threat assessment team and then bodyguards. Problem solved.”

She frowned, struggling to put into words precisely why the idea bothered her. Being swept away from all this had been her dream for years, but it would be trading one cage for another. All she’d wanted was
freedom
. To make her own choices, her own money, her own path in life. Now her options were run away with her aunts and hide again in bumfuck nowhere or let Sawyer place her in a gilded cage somewhere with people following her to the bathroom in the name of “safety”.

“Too much, too soon,” he guessed, and tightened his arms around her. “Sorry. I just...” His voice went low and raspy, almost a growl, and gray eyes looked away to frown at the night around them. “I really don’t want to see you hurt. I’ll give anything to keep you safe. You just need to say the word, Bryar.”

She softened a little and pressed a tender kiss to his throat. “Thanks. I know you mean well. It’s just...it’s a lot to take in and I don’t know what to do. I just want to live my life. Or figure out what I want my life to
be
without everything around me influencing it. Now I can’t see a way of even doing that with someone out there who wants to kill me.”

“This woman, The Dragon—she’s mob too?”

“Yeah. Aunt Donna specifically said a rival of my parents.”