Page 18 of Brazilian Fantasy
“Same.”
Piper moans and kisses me like a woman starved. I kiss her back with a raging hunger, a savagery that should probably frighten her. She’s unleashed a need inside me, one that had been building since she stepped foot in my home.
Panting, she tears her mouth from mine and gives me a little shove, severing the intimacy. My heart stalls as I stumble backward. Jesus, have I scared her? Did she come to her senses and realize I was going at her like a fucking animal in a closet?
But when she drops to her knees and opens my jeans, I brace my hands on the wall, my pulse jackhammering at my throat. Her hot mouth closes over my crown, and she leans forward, taking me deeper.
Caralho.
Her tongue swirls around my plump head, her hand cupping and massaging my balls. I jerk my hips forward and slide into her throat. She chokes a bit, and I ease off, my hands going to the sides of her head to control the depth. She sucks harder and laps at my pre-cum. Fuck, that is sexy. I’m so goddamn close to shooting off in her mouth that I grab her shoulders and pull her off me.
“Come here.”
She stands, wobbles a bit in her heels, and I put my arm around her slim waist to steady her. “I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide my hand under her dress and around her waist to lift her clear off the ground. I press her back against the wall, and my mouth crashes over hers as I drive into her, seating my cock in so high and deep, we both gasp for our next breath.
Air leaves my lungs, and I struggle to breathe as I bury myself in the tight heat of her sex, the urgency in our bodies raw and primal as we fuck. I pump, gently at first, but when she cries out, I slam into her, my thrust growing harder, faster. Fierce.
Her hands go around me, clawing at my back, digging deep enough to leave marks through my shirt, but I don’t care. I bury my mouth against her throat, wishing she were completely naked. Next time. Next time, I’ll strip her bare before I fuck her.
Time seems suspended as we slam, pull, push, and take what we need. She moves wildly as I buck into her, thrusting several more times until her pussy clamps around my aching dick. Her liquid desire drips down my cock and singes my balls. She rips her mouth from mine and cries out as she tumbles over the precipice. My balls climb into my body as I go still inside her and fill her with my cum. I keep my dick buried in her, wanting nothing more than to stay seated inside her hot pussy for the rest of the night.
Her head falls to my shoulder, and when something or someone bangs against the door, I inch back until her legs slide to the floor. Her breath is hot against my throat as she struggles to catch it. I hold her against me, never having felt so alive. I fix her dress, but when my hand slides between her legs, my cock jumps, eager for more.
Who would have thought that sex with Piper would be so freeing, so addictive, so goddamn fucking great I want more?
Chapter Six
Piper
I had fully intended to seduce Lucas last night, but he sure flipped the table on me and took full control. My entire body quakes as I recall the way he turned fierce, feral, fucking me in the closet where we could have gotten caught. I’ve never had a man do that to me before, and I have to say, it was damn exciting—epic—and left me craving more.
Needy girl that I’m becoming, I want Lucas to take me, use my body…own it for the next three weeks. Last night, after returning from the party boat, he took me to his bed, and I snuggled in close as I fell asleep. Once Maddie returns home, I’ll be back in the guest room, but we don’t pick her up until later today, so why not take advantage of this situation and get a little dirty with the millionaire daddy who fucks like a god? We each know where the other stands, and we’re fully aware that what’s between us is just sex. No emotions. No commitments. Simple.
Not simple.
Damn.
Dressed in one of Lucas’s T-shirts, I climb from the empty king-size bed and pad quietly to the window. Lucas must have gotten up early to get some work done. I pull back the curtain and take in the movement in the infinity pool. Lucas climbs from the water, and my mouth waters at the sight of his hard, taut body and the sexy oblique muscles that are like a flashing arrow guiding my gaze to his cock. My mind wanders, conjuring the path my tongue would like to take once I get him out of those racer shorts. Cripes, he can make my thighs tingle, even from twenty feet away.
Determined to make every moment of this vacation epic, I slide open the glass door of his bedroom balcony and step outside for a better look. The warm sunshine beats down on me as I take him in, secretly watching him, the way he always watches me.
He must feel my eyes on him. His head slowly lifts, and he tosses the towel he was drying himself with over his shoulder.
“Morning,” I say and stretch, allowing the shirt I’m wearing to rise high on my thighs. Lacking any sort of modesty, Lucas fixes his shorts, but there doesn’t seem to be anything he can do to keep them from tenting. Maybe I can help with that.
“Mind if I join you?”
His grin is slow and predatory as he crooks his finger. I step away from the window, my heart pounding a little too fast at the thought of feeling him inside me again.
This is just sex, Piper, nothing more.
Foregoing a bathing suit—it will just get in the way of what I have in mind—I walk through the house and step out the back door. When I find Lucas waiting for me, his gaze going over my body like he’s going to eat me alive, my breath comes shallow. My steps slow.
“Get over here,” he says, his deep voice like a rough caress.
I make my way to him, and he grips my ribs, right under my breasts. He looks over the T-shirt I’m still in. “Not swimming?” he asks.
It’s all I can do to drag air into my lungs as I turn and look at the cool water. “I never said that.”
