Just as he put his mouth on her ear to command her to come, she detonated. Her free hand hit the water, gasping moans drifting from her mouth. Tanna’s body trembled and he rode it out with her; her pu**y sucking at his fingers, her clit pulsing.
She slumped against him after the final contraction. Her arm fell into the water with a splash.
Fletch straightened her swimsuit bottoms. Before Tanna came out of her haze, he spun her around to face him and hoisted her up, wrapping her thighs above his hips. Then he dipped his head, running his razor-stubbled cheeks across the upper swells of her br**sts. “Arch back.”
“Fletch—”
“Do it.”
Tanna leaned back completely in the water and let herself float, arms out in a T shape while her legs were anchored around his waist. Her eyes were dark, sated, yet held a glimmer of lust. The sunlight reflected off her hair, highlighting the red in her mahogany tresses.
Fletch lowered his head and licked a line up her torso from her belly button to the hollow of her throat. His mouth slid to her right breast and he slipped his tongue under the swimsuit top. Her skin was cool and wet and soft . . . except for the hard nipple poking up.
When his hot mouth enclosed that tip, Tanna started to throw her head back, but caught herself at the last second.
He smiled and proceeded to torture her—biting, licking, exposing the wet tips to the air to watch them constrict, knowing she couldn’t move. He loved watching the way she parted her lush lips and how her chest lifted out of the water with every hitch in her breathing.
Tanna started to grind her pu**y into his abdomen and he realized she was close to coming again.
“Get yourself off while I suck on your tits.”
“Yes.” He felt her hand delve between their bodies, her knuckles bumping his abs as she rapidly stroked her clit.
Although he couldn’t see what she was doing, it was f**king hot as hell knowing exactly what she was doing.
Especially when she started to moan, completely oblivious to everything except expressing her pleasure.
As soon as her hand fell away, Fletch pulled her up out of the water and kissed her. In a full-on onslaught. Teeth and tongues dueling while their chests slipped and slid against each other.
His hands skated from her shoulder blades to her butt and followed the cleft of her ass, stopping where her butt curved into her thigh. He slipped his thumb beneath the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms and stroked her anus.
Her body tensed but she seemed more startled than put off.
He pulled back so their lips were barely touching. “This ass? Mine today.”
A shiver ran through her.
“I want to bend you over that chaise lounge, slick up my c**k with suntan oil and slam my dick deep into this pretty little ass**le.” Fletch brushed butterfly kisses across her cheek, stopping at her ear. “I’ll ride you hard, Tanna. That’s the mood I’m in.”
She angled her head and scraped her teeth across the stubble on his jaw. “So do it.”
Jesus. The way she used her teeth sent a jolt of electricity straight to his balls.
“Just not here. I don’t want people to come running to see what’s goin’ on when they hear me howling.”
Fletch growled, clamped his hand on her butt, holding her in place as he exited the pool, his mouth zeroing in on all the hot spots on her neck.
Once they were on the pool deck, Tanna wiggled to be let down.
He slapped her ass. “Stay put. I’m gonna grab the oil and we’re gone.”
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“Oh, but I do. I don’t give a flying f**k what anyone thinks or sees. So unless you want me to f**k you right here, right now, you’ll keep this sexy body of yours wrapped around me tight until I set you down.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly.
Fletch handed her the bottle of oil. “Hold this.” Flip-flops on his feet, he headed to the gate.
“But the towels—”
He cut her off with a kiss. They stayed outside the gate, dripping water, bodies plastered together, mouths locked in passion. When Tanna rocked her pelvis into his, he released her mouth. “Hold that thought, but I gotta see where I’m walking.”
She nodded and buried her face in his neck, her breaths fanning across his damp skin.
Fletch seemed to make the trip to his trailer in five steps.
As soon as they were inside, Tanna unhooked her legs, and stood in front of him. The suntan oil hit the floor. She paid no attention, digging her fingertips into his pectorals as she tongued his nipple.
He sucked in a surprised breath. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted when it came to sex, but she hadn’t acted this . . . hungry for it—for him—before.
Tanna lavished attention on his ni**les and he let her, keeping his hands by his sides, relishing every lick and nip. Her wet hair trailed over his midsection and tiny, cold drops of water kept landing on the tops of his feet, making him flinch.
Enough. He needed her hot mouth and cool hands elsewhere.
Fletch cupped her jaw in his left hand and used his right hand to tug down his swim trunks. He feathered his thumb across her full bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I want it on my cock.”
With her eyes locked on his, Tanna sucked on his thumb, swirling her tongue around it. She allowed a cocky smirk before she dropped to her knees.
The instant her lips circled the cockhead, his entire body tightened in anticipation. No matter how many times she’d blown him, he’d never get used to that dizzying feeling of the first wet touch of her mouth.