Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) (6 page)

His fingers run up either side of me, and when he brushes against my clit I jolt on the deck chair. He pulls his hand up farther still, over my mound, and then slips it into my underwear, squeezes my lips down there together.

Unconsciously, I lift my hips to him, bite my lip, stare into his eyes, beg him silently to make me feel good.

He traces a finger up my sex, makes me sigh as ripples of sensation course through me, and then starts to massage my bud, rubs it in circles, makes me feel like I’m in heaven.

“Mmm,” I moan. “I like that.”

“Put your arms up,” he tells me, and so I obey, lift my hands over my head, look him in his gorgeous eyes.

He inhales sharply, and I watch as his eyes wander over me, eat up the sight of me, from my underarms to my breasts, to my neck, to my lips.

“Come and kiss me,” I whisper.

He leans into me, and just when he touches his lips to mine he pushes his finger all the way inside me, and I moan out, unable to concentrate on kissing him.

He takes my lower lip, sucks on it, bites it while he fingers me, and when he slides a second finger in, I feel stretched around him, undulate my hips, rock myself to his rhythm.

“You like that?” he asks, bringing his thumb to my clit, making me feel all kinds of bliss with just his one hand.

“I like it.”

“Say it again.”

“I like it,” I breathe, taking his lips into mine again, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

He fingers me so deftly, brings me racing right to the edge so quickly, and I feel so tight, a coiled spring waiting to be sprung.

“Wait,” I pant, pulling up, shifting my body. “Too fast. Not yet.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come at the same time as you.”

He climbs onto the deck chair, bends my knees then crosses one over the other, and leans over me. He pulls my underwear to the side, and his tip touches my entrance, and with his arms on either side of me, he waits there, looks me in the eyes.

“Come on,” I breathe at him.

He leans his weight against my knees, presses them to my chest, and then ever so slowly he inches into me.

I grip at his shoulders, dig my nails into his flesh as he stretches me, as he pushes himself so gradually into me, filling me up.

“Oh God,” I pant, clamping my eyes shut, my body tensing up.

“Jesus, you’re tight, Dee,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

I reach out to his hips, run my hands up his strong waist, pull him toward me.

“Come on,” I whisper, practically beg.

“Ask me again,” he says, stopping.

“Come on!” I hiss, and he thrusts all the way inside me, bottoms out, pulls a cry of overwhelming pleasure from my lips.

He drives himself into me again and again, and it’s all I can do to keep myself as silent as possible, God forbid someone from the party wander by outside.

With one hand, Duncan scoops up my face, tilts it up to him, and my eyes travel over his sexy lips, and I bite my teeth together, arch my body as he fucks me wildly.

He plucks strings of pleasure inside me so deep, they thrum through my body, shake me like the beat of a bass drum.

His eyes stay locked with mine, and he tangles my hair into his hand, pulls my head back, turns it to the side, and as he leans lower, he drags his tongue from my neck to my ear, an action so primal and consuming it sends me quivering.

With rough hands he turns my knees to the side, forces me to tuck them up against my chest, and then I feel his hand on my sex from behind, and he rubs my clit, and all I can do is grip onto the edge of the deck chair above me, close my eyes, and let him take from me everything he wants.

“Moan for me,” he says, and he adjusts his position, and his cock rams against my front wall, and I moan out my pleasure loudly, no longer caring that someone outside might hear.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he growls. “I love your tight fucking pussy. I want to fuck you forever.”

He speeds up somehow, and his cock swells within me impossibly more, and I’m lost in his grip, clutched by his feverish desire for me, utterly and completely his.

“Oh God!” I gasp, his fingers working my pearl like magic, his cock stretching me with each hard thrust, making me feel so full.

“Like that!” I cry, my body tightening, that ball of pressure inside me expanding. Duncan doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t change his rhythm.

My mouth falls open, my tongue comes out, and I hold onto the chair with a white-knuckled grip, my body a tense snapshot of pleasure, right on the brink.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I breathe as I plunge off the edge, come hard and long, and Duncan’s hand cups my face, his thumb rubs my lip, and I bite down on it as white-hot bliss sears me.

I hear him grunt, feel his body tighten as he lets go, and I swear I feel him come inside me, not just the giant swelling and twitch of his manhood.

I moan into his hand as he fucks me even more manically, as he buries himself to the hilt again and again, rubs my clit, drives me through my own blinding ecstasy, draws it out until I can’t breathe anymore, until I’m tensed up, crunched up, toes curled so tight they might cramp.

And then he slows, and I’m panting, coming down, the last touches of bliss like feathers on my skin, ticklish almost.

His eyes are shut as he slowly pushes himself in and out of me, his cock jolting inside me seemingly at random. Sweat glistens on his chest, his abs, and I reach out and run my hand down his slick skin, into his buzz of pubic hair, and I squeeze the base of his shaft, still hard as if he hadn’t just unloaded himself.

He climbs onto the deck chair beside me, behind me, and our bodies form the same shape as we stick to each other from top to toe, and his arms wrap me up, tell me I’m his, tell me that I’m all that he wants.

I lie there, holding onto his hands, playing with his fingers, his cock still twitching inside me, his hot breaths against my neck.

He leans up, and I take the opportunity to smell his neck, kiss the line of his jaw, and then take his lips into mine, and we share a soft and passionate kiss that sends me quaking.

Our tongues meet slowly, our lips dance to the exact same rhythm. Our heartbeats have aligned, and if I could wish for a moment to never end, I would wish it now, and it would not be the first time I wished it.

And when our kiss breaks to the sound of voices outside the opaque glass door, we fix our clothing in unison, sharing grinning glances, until I feel the sticky sensation of all his essence globbing out of me.

“Damn. Is there a changing room here?” I ask. “You’ve made a big mess.”

“Here,” he says, leading me toward the other side of the pool.

I go in, clean up as best as I’m able to, and then together Duncan and I make our way back to the function room. As we’re walking down the corridor that leads there, hand in hand, laughing and chatting, I see the double doors down the end open, and Dad sweeps out, furious eyes glaring at us.

Chapter Two