His head fell back against the seat, but he kept his eyes on my hips. “Touch yourself, honey. Let me watch you come all over my cock.”
Leaning back on the steering wheel, I slid my hand between our sweat-slicked skin. The moment I grazed my clit, I was done for. Everything was too hot, too tight, too much. Myfingers moved in short, fast circles as Duke bucked up into me furiously.
My eyes closed as the orgasm took over, crashing over me in waves. He fucked me through every second, not letting up even as I screamed. I allowed my release to pull every ounce of pleasure out of my body until I felt Duke’s grip tighten around my waist, bringing me back to the present.
He let out a strangled cry as he came, holding onto me like I was the only thing keeping him on the ground. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me as he drew out our climaxes with slow, punctuated thrusts.
Other than the sound of his truck, the only thing I heard were our gasps for air. I fell back against the steering wheel, my body limp, as the scent of sex hung in the cab. Duke popped open an eye, giving me a lazy smile. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I let him pull me closer even though we were a sweaty mess of limbs. We didn’t even really have time to linger, and yet we did anyway. His lips grazed the top of my head, then my temple and cheeks, before finally landing on my mouth. I melted into it for one second before pulling back.
“We’ve got to go. We’re still at least ten minutes from the store,” I complained.
Duke sighed, tapping me on the thigh. “Can you reach into the glovebox? I’ve got some spare napkins we can use to clean up.”
“Or,” I said slowly, a sudden idea taking shape. “I could take care of it.”
Admittedly, I wasn’t really sure what I was doing. It sounded hot, but my experience giving head was limited. Surely there wasn’t a wrong way to do it, right? Just avoid the teeth, and it’d be fine.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I slowly lifted myself from Duke’s lap. Wetness seeped between us, slipping down mythighs and coating his cock. He held my hair back as I gripped his erection and slowly slid him inside my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. The grip in my hair tightened, making my eyes water, but it was the best kind of pain.
The taste of him was salty. Not entirely unpleasant, but not my favorite flavor. Duke guided me gently, offering sweet whispers of encouragement as I swiped my tongue down his length and cleaned away our releases.
“Stop—I can’t?—”
I lifted my head, staring up at him with a smile. “Something wrong?”
“Too fuckin’ sensitive,” he gasped, tucking himself away. I stayed put as he collected himself, chuckling at how pained he looked to be doing so. “As much as I enjoyed that, the napkins were for you, honey.”
Right. That probably would’ve been the smartest move. I was sure I was a goddamned mess. “Oops.”
I was about to reach for the glove box before Duke opened his door and stormed around the truck. I scrambled to cover myself up as he ripped open my door and stood above me. “Have you lost your mind? What’re you doing?”
Duke smiled, tugging me out of the truck and bending me over. I felt him fall to his knees behind me, his breath skittering along my most sensitive parts. “Cleaning upmymess.”
DUKE
I watchedfrom my spot on the man-made beach as Charlie and Harper held hands and plunged into the cold water below. They’d been at it all afternoon, wearing Grady, Lukas, and me out by seeing how far we could launch them into the lake.
I was, of course, the winner.
The girls had it easy, though. Olivia and Cleo were floating on the water in giant pink and red inner tubes, margaritas in one hand and books in the other. They’d occasionally come ashore to grab a snack or refresh their drink, but somehow we more often ended up swimming out to them with refills.
Grady walked back to Lukas and me with a towel slung over his shoulder and water droplets clinging to his hair. I fished out a fresh beer from the cooler beside me, holding it out as he plopped down in his chair.
“I didn’t realize I planned this trip for us to end up at their beck and call,” Lukas grumbled. “So far, I’ve done more running around for other people’s drinks than I have for myself.”
“You’ll understand it one day,” Grady said, nodding in thanksfor the beverage. He stared at his wife on the water, smiling like a goddamn fool.
Lukas huffed. “I will not.”
“It’s called Marriage 101. Happy wife, happy life. And I, for one, want the best of both worlds.”
“You’re so pathetically obsessed,” Lukas said, blowing out a breath. “It’s disgusting. See, this is why I’m never getting married.” He paused, reaching over to try to tap his bottle with mine. “At least Duke agrees with me.”
I shook my head, jerking away my drink before he could make contact. “Sure don’t. I’d spend the rest of my life bringing your sister those fruity little cocktails she loves so much if she’d let me.”