STREAMS of hot water pulsate across my skin in our suite’s outdoor shower. Lily stands on the other side of the glass door.
“I thought it would be bigger.” “My ass or the tattoo?” I ask.
“Both.” Her wicked grin lights up the green of her eyes. The shower has a privacy screen blocking the view from the street below.
“Are you going to stand there and look pretty, or are you going to join me?”
She gently tugs on the string of her bikini top, and the bottoms follow shortly after. Her sun-kissed skin is effervescent in the glow of the afternoon sun.
I open the glass door, inviting her in.
She walks toward me, her hips swinging like a perfectly paced pendulum.
Okay, dude, play it cool. You aren’t a dog in heat.
“Happy to see me?” Her siren stare bounces from my hard-on to my open mouth.
So much for playing it cool. “Always.”
“I’ve been thinking about something,” she says, batting her lashes. “Oh, yeah?”
Her fingertips graze the soap over my chest.
I’ve jumped out of planes, scuba dived in open water, and bungee jumped with a broken harness, and nothing gets my heart racing more than her touch.
Absolutely fucking nothing.
“I’d like to make an amendment,” she says.
“What kind of—” Her fingers wrap around my dick, and she strokes my length with teasing familiarity. “To rule number four?” I stutter out.
There’s no fucking way.
“No, it’s more of a personal amendment. My own rules.” My body shudders. I know what Lily is referring to.
I mold my hand to the front of her neck, trailing my thumb over the water that has gathered near her collarbones. My deep desire for her—no, need—pounds through my veins.
I don’t want this summer to end. Hell, I don’t want to ever be apart from
her.
It’s strange to admit it to myself, and it’s where my thoughts will have
to remain, buried somewhere in the far corner of my brain.
Besides, one small amendment to her rules isn’t going to lead her to change her mind on commitment altogether.
“Go on.” I plant my lips on her skin, dragging my teeth along her hammering pulse.
“I’d like to do something for you,” she mewls.
I may have a heart attack from anticipation. I try to remember the emergency service number in Brazil. What was it again? One ninety?
She uses one hand to glide her nails down my chest, leaving red marks. Claiming me. My cock aches for her to touch it again, and I release my grip around her neck. She lowers herself before me, replacing her hands with a trail of soft and rough kisses down my torso.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Lily.” The water mists her flushed skin. “My breathtaking, stunning girl.”
“Do you think I’m prettier from this angle?” she asks as she kneels at my feet. Her pouty mouth parts slightly, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
There’s no way this is happening right now. “Just perfect, you know that.”
She does.
Her mouth wraps around the swollen tip of my dick, and she sucks away the precum waiting there.
“Fuck, Lil. I thought you don’t like to do that.” I clear my throat.
“I never said I don’t like it. With the right person, I enjoy it very much, and I haven’t wanted someone like this in so long.” The words skip out of
her breathlessly while she continues sucking the tip of my cock. The strings of the bracelet I got her bounce around with every masterful stroke.
“I’m not gonna last much with you doing that.” Another smile from her.
Another desperate inhale from me.
“Does that mean you’ve thought about fucking my mouth?” She breathes heavily.
Lily’s tongue works its way up every veined inch of me. Her warm touch lights an electric current through my body. The look in her doe eyes is enough to make an orgasm tighten around the hinges of my spine.
“Every single day.” I manage a breath. “Every time you said we’re just friends, I’ve thought about fucking that word off your gorgeous lips.”
In response, Lily finally attempts to take me into her mouth, struggling with my rigid length. She only manages to get halfway, the start of me dragging along the back of her throat. She keeps her hand wrapped around my cock, and it connects with her lips so she doesn’t break pace.
“Princesa, you feel—”
A hum comes from the back of her throat as she blinks up at me with tears forming in her eyes.
I palm her face, wiping the edges of her lashes.
Lily’s nails sting the back of my thighs, pulling me closer with ecstasy buried in her gaze. She finally manages to get the last few inches of me into her tight throat. I fuck the warm grip there over and over.
“Fuck.” The curses slip out of me. “Just like that, pretty girl.”
The only woman I’ve ever craved is kneeling for me, making me feel like an absolute god. I’m concerned this is a dream, but when I look down, Lily’s still there: a goddess, my goddess.
She wraps her free hand around my balls, full and begging for release, and tugs slightly.
“You take me so well.”
I’m teetering on the brink of a climax. I command a sharp breath into my lungs, trying to savor every moment of her.
Lily teasingly strokes her hand and fist, licking, sucking, and grazing her teeth over me as if she’s enjoying every taste.
“You love sucking my cock, don’t you? Taking every inch like it’s all yours?”
She moans in response, and it’s pure magic. Her eyes tempt me to dive into their darkness, both fatal and precious.
“My perfect little slut.” I fist the black strands of her hair, dragging her attention to me as I constrict in her throat. “So lovely on your knees for me.”
Lily nods, but the movement causes her airway to suffocate around me. She starts choking, but as I try to pull away, she shoves me deeper without slowing.
I can barely breathe. No one’s taken me with such ownership before.
I thrust harder and deeper into her tight throat, my dick swelling. “I’m going to—” I choke out, my head instinctively toppling back into the shower stream. “Can—can I come?”
“Say please,” she moans, and I drop my gaze at her hands fisting my cock.
For fuck’s sake. “Please, Lily.”
She flashes me a sardonic smile. “I want to watch you finish all over my tits.”
One stroke. Two.
Then Lily smirks up at me, her eyes alight with the anticipation of my release.
And I’m entirely finished.
Streaks of white paint her full breasts. Lily presents them to me, watching as my need drips onto her. Her accomplished smile is permanently tattooed into my mind.
When my spiral of mind-blowing concentration breaks, I mirror the grin on her lips. “How did I get so lucky?”
Lily takes hold of my shaky index finger and drags it across the splatter of cum on her chest before circling it around her hardened nipples.
“You’re starting to grow on me.” She lights up with mischief and places my finger in her mouth, sucking my release off her skin.
That’s it. I’ve died. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Uhhh—wow. Fuck.” My dick fills with blood again, already hanging half-mast from her possessive display.
She drags my finger out of her mouth and blinks up at me. “You know what I think?”
“What’s that, beautiful?”
“You’re my little slut,” Lily jests. She’s fucking perfect.
I hoist her up, pressing every exposed part of her flesh into me. “Only for you, love.”
The nickname skips out of me, and before Lily can repeat the list of rules, I connect her swollen lips to mine.
There’s no fucking way that word just came out of my mouth. I don’t even know what that string of letters means.
It’s lust. All we have here is lust.
My friend has assured me of that plenty of times. Lily Rodin, my fuck buddy. That’s it.
I try to spin my thoughts back in that direction, but the way my heart races makes it difficult to focus on our kiss.
I inhale her skin. The sweet and salty mixture of us coats my tongue.
Lily moans into me, filling my lungs, which are starving for each one of her breaths. One of my hands teases, tugs, and pinches at her breasts while the other scrapes against her ass, pulling her naked body closer to mine.
“It’s my turn to have some fun.” I sink before her until her whimpers sound like prayers.
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“WHAT EXACTLY ARE WE CELEBRATING?” Strands of Lily’s wavy hair dance in the candlelight, revealing a pattern of warm browns underneath.
We click our champagne flutes together. The restaurant is upscale with breathtaking ocean views. It’s the perfect atmosphere to catch Lily off guard. Taking her out on these dates—even if she refuses to admit that’s what this is—has been my favorite way to pass the time recently.
“You.” My lips tug into a grin as she eyes me, slowly sipping on her bubbles.
Since spotting the blog on Lily’s computer, finding that pen on her desk, and digging around online, I’m certain it’s hers.
Zoe Mona.
Who else is writing about a fuck buddy situation in Brazil?
I’m curious why she hasn’t told me yet. Sure, she’s allowed privacy, but her new novella, if it’s actually hers, is doing really well. At least from my
limited knowledge of bestseller charts. Wouldn’t she want to commemorate such a moment?
Bringing it up now may be a bad idea. She’s still skittish after the beach interrogation, and I don’t want to risk her getting upset and going home. Even if Lily refuses to let me in on the alter ego, I can still tread lightly and use this dinner as my little secret to celebrate her.
“Okay.” She sets her glass down beside mine.
“Why can’t you let me do that? Does everything need a reason?”
“Be honest, is this blow job champagne to match our fuck buddy bracelets?” Lily flashes me her wrist, and I hold up my flute with the arm adorning the matching strings.
The waiter appears at our table wide-eyed. Obviously, he heard her question.
I can’t help but laugh. “After what you did in the shower yesterday, I think you deserve much more than champagne.”
“Well,” she taunts. “I already have a new dress, we’re at a restaurant with no prices listed on the menu, and we got champagne with a name you could barely pronounce. If I had known I’d be getting such princess treatment, I would’ve started giving you head earlier.”
The waiter clears his throat. “Um, I can come back later if this isn’t a good time.”
I give Lily a quick wink, and we order our dinner, putting the poor penguin suit out of his misery.
When he’s gone, I glance over at her.
“So, you know, the princess treatment, as you’ve put it, is only for you.
Not because you gave me something, but because you’re my princesa.” “Why have you been going out of your way to make things so special?”
Her eyes narrow on me.
The question hits me with a wave of surprise. “I don’t know. I like making an effort for you.”
“Hmm.” Lily looks away, but the blush on her cheeks is obvious.
Now that her face brims with self-satisfaction, I can begin my line of careful questioning. “Remember the neighbor at my brother’s beach house?”
The playfulness claps off her face. “Umm, random question.” “Just came to mind,” I say casually. “What did he do again?”
“How the hell should I know? He was probably retired.” Her poker face is ironclad, but I’ve spent enough time memorizing the microscopic details of her mannerisms. When she’s lying, her eyes narrow and her black eyeliner tilts downward, just like now.
“Did you ever hook up with him?” I sure hope not. “Why?”
“Read something the other day that made me think of last summer and the next-door neighbor.”
Lily refills her champagne and takes a hefty gulp. “When have you found so much time for reading?”
“It’s important to stay up to date on current events.”
“Mhmm…what current events made you think of the neighbor from last summer?”
I sit back in my chair, and my foot bumps hers. “I guess the bestsellers list hasn’t quite left my mind. You know, the one with all those romance books? Apparently, love stories are selling more copies than the Bible.”
“Yeah, they’re quite popular.”
“I was thinking about picking one up, maybe learning a thing or two like you suggested. There was one book that caught my attention.” I hook my bait. “Coastal Fling.”
“Sounds interesting.” Lily’s head bats from side to side, her eyes chasing down the waiter.
“Maybe we can read it together?”
I’ve already read it, but she doesn’t need to know that yet. The similarities between some of the characters are very curious.
“Why not?” She attempts to flag down a server, but her hand catches the side of my water glass, knocking it straight into my lap.
“Fuck, that’s so cold.” I lift from my chair, and stray ice cubes to fall to the floor.
“Oh, Nico. Um, here. Let me help.” She grabs the napkin off her lap and appears between my legs, dabbing the wet stain on my crotch.
I catch her wrist. “You don’t have to do that; it’s just a little wet.” “I’m a mess.” Lily ignores me and continues to scrub the damp fabric.
“Lil, it’s fine.” I glance around the restaurant, and a few dinner guests watch us with wide eyes. Do they think she’s giving me a handy right now? I stifle a laugh. “If you wanted to be on your knees again, Lil, I would’ve taken you somewhere a little more private.”
“What?” She peeks up from the edge of the table and notices the restaurant sitting front row to our hand job simulation. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Lily gets to her feet, holding the napkin in her hand for everyone’s curious gaze. “Nothing to see here, only a man who suffers from some premature issues. This dress—who could blame him?” She twirls back to her seat.
“You snake.” I beam.
“Hey, if they’re looking for a show, we might as well give it to them,
honey.”
Another wave of laughter ruptures from me. Her confidence is priceless. Her humor too.
A waiter clears their throat. “Here’s some more napkins for you. I’ll give you a few moments and be back with your food.”
“Thank you.” I take it and cover the stain on my pants. Lily returns to sipping her champagne. “So, back to this book.”
“What’s up with you and this new romance obsession?” she says, more flustered this time. “Are you in love or something?”
Maybe? “I skimmed a part, and it made me curious. This woman gets tied up to a railing facing the ocean, and it got me thinking, have you…”
“Have I what?”
“Have you ever been hooked up to a railing?”
She snorts into her glass. “No, I’ve never been railed against a railing.” “Maybe we can try it on the balcony sometime soon.” A first I am
happy to help her check off.
“Aren’t your friends coming to visit?” Lily empties her flute. “What do Tara and Tate have anything to do with our outdoor fun?”
“Wouldn’t want to scare them away with your recent exhibitionist obsession.”
Checkmate.
I throw a challenging look her way. “Are you seriously considering giving in to rule number four?”
Lily takes my glass from me and finishes off my champagne. “Not at all.”
