Page 39 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

Planting his feet flat on the bed, Fletcher holds me still as he takes over, roughly fucking me from the bottom.

“Oh, f-fuck, Fletcher!” Throwing my head back, a guttural moan rips from my chest as I steady myself with a hand on his abs.

My entire body lights up, white-hot pleasure soaring through every inch of me.

I’m so fucking close already, I can feel it, and I desperately want to come, but I also don’t want to risk him finishing.

Fletcher’s eyes roll back as I grind down on him, attempting to take back control and slow things down. “Oh, fuck, Peach,” he moans. “ Fuck! When you do that, I feel the plug shift in me.”

“Do not come,” I growl, my hand coming up and cracking down on his cheek before I grip his face, forcing him to look at me. “You cannot come yet, baby boy. We haven’t even got to the finale yet. Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare .”

“Then stop,” he cries out, his voice hoarse. “Stop, or I’m gonna fucking bust!”

“Hold it,” I grit out. “Be a good boy and hold on a little longer.”

“Peach, I’m trying!” Face screwed up, Fletcher’s head rolls back as his fingers dig into my hips. “I’m trying to be a good boy, but I need to come. Can I please come?”

My release builds, climbing higher and higher with each passing moment.

I don’t want to stop because I’m so fucking close and it feels too good, but I have to because I can tell he is too.

A garbled, frustrated noise falls from my lips as I begrudgingly pull off his dick.

It takes everything in me, but I do it, and as soon as my ass lands on the bed beside him, Fletcher groans, dick covered in my arousal and bobbing from the loss of an orgasm.

“That’s fucked up,” he whines, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“You’ll thank me in a minute, I promise.”

Reaching into the drawer, I pull out the box I had him look at earlier, and he watches, rapt, as I open it and grab the contents from inside. “Why’s it look like that?” he asks, lifting onto his elbows.

“It’s a strapless strap-on,” I explain, positioning myself between his legs again. “This shorter piece will go inside of me while I fuck you with the longer end.”

Fletcher’s quiet for a moment, then asks, “Have you used it with somebody else before?”

“No, never,” I reply honestly, lifting my gaze to his.

“I’m gonna remove the plug now,” I add. Grabbing the end of it, I give a gentle tug, and it slides out easily.

When Fletcher groans, it sends a flash of heat down my spine.

Tossing it to the side, I grab the lube and the purple toy, spreading a layer of cool gel all over it with my hand before coating the outside of his hole with the rest. I work the short, bulbous piece into my pussy while he watches, the weight of his stare turning me on all over again.

Once it’s inside of me, I drag the flared silicone cock over his ass and peer up at him. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” The smile he gives me is small, and almost shy. “Just go slow.”

A moment passes between us that makes my chest squeeze.

This is going nothing like I thought it would, yet I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I nod, then gently ease the tip past the tight ring of muscle, finding little resistance, thanks to the plug.

Fletcher gasps, causing my head to snap up, and his hooded gaze finds and holds mine as I sink the rest of the way in.

“ Fuuuckkk…” Fletcher’s eyes drop down to where the toy’s inside him. His dick has softened some, which I expected, but there’s a puddle of pre-cum pooling on his stomach already.

“Doing okay?” I ask, massaging the tops of his thighs with my hands.

“Mmhmm.” He nods. “It’s a lot bigger than the plug.”

Leaning over his body, I press a kiss to the center of his chest before meeting his gaze. “You’re doing such a good job so far,” I murmur. “I’m proud of you.”

Fletcher preens under the praise, and it’s adorable and so sexy.

“You like that?” I husk, pulling all the way out before sinking back in.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasps, then reaches up and palms my breasts over the shirt I’m still wearing. “Take this fucking thing off. Let me see those perfect fucking tits of yours bounce.”

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and let it fall beside us before I lean down again, hands flat beside his head as I blanket his body with mine.

“You like the way I fuck you, baby boy?” I purr against his lips.

Flicking my tongue into his mouth, I roll my hips, setting a steady pace.

“Like the way my cock fucks your tight little hole?”

Fletcher groans, a grin spreading across his face as he nods.

Sitting back, I reach down and press the button on the side of the toy, turning on the vibrator.

His eyes widen, and he whimpers. “Oh, fuck…” I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him as I pick up the pace, my body thrumming for him.

“Peach,” he cries out as he looks up at me, eyes glazed over and nearly black.

“Oh, god, Peach… that feels so good. You f-feel so good.”

Fletcher’s falling apart underneath me, and I’m enthralled.

I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

My system is flooded with pleasure, and I can hardly breathe.

The part of the toy inside me grazes over my G-spot with each roll of my hips, and my clit rubs against the ribbed part on the outside, but it’s Fletcher that really does me in.

Head thrown his head back and his eyes squeezed shut, he curls his hands into fists around the bedding as he moans, one right after another, each one more gravelly than the last.

My release hits me like a freight train, taking me by surprise.

Crying out, I slap my hand to his chest, the skin under my palm slick with sweat.

Bringing his gaze back to me, Fletcher wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling my body on top of his as I cry out and tremble.

My lips collide with his, and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with fervor.

His other hand slides down my back before grabbing a fistful of my ass, and the new position has his cock pressed up against his stomach and mine, creating slippery friction.

The vibration and the toy against my clit are almost too much, but I keep going, knowing he’s close.

“You wanna come, baby boy?” I ask against his lips before swallowing down his moans.

He whines, nodding as his fingers dig into my ass.

“Then beg me,” I growl before dragging my tongue along his lower lip. ”

“Please, Peach!” he cries out, voice hoarse. “Please let me come. I need it… I’ve been a good boy, please!”

“You have been such a good boy, and I think you deserve it,” I purr. “Go ahead, baby boy… Come for me. Make a mess for your stepsister.”

“Oh, f-fuckkkk ,” he chokes out. “Georgia, fuck! Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!” Fletcher kisses me deeply and hungrily as his muscles tense and his body shakes, and a moment later, warmth floods my chest as his release barrels through him.

We’re both out of breath by the time I pull out of him and roll onto the bed, and when I take the toy out of me, I toss it on the floor, deciding to clean it later because there’s no way I’m getting up right now.

“Jesus Christ,” Fletcher murmurs as I lay my head on the pillow. He turns on his side, facing me, as he does the same. “That was fucking intense .”

A giggle escapes me, and I’m not even sure why.

Fletcher looks completely sated as he watches me with a goofy grin and droopy eyelids. He holds out his arm. “Come here.”

“We are not cuddling,” I blurt out, heart a rapid beat in my ears.

His brows pinch. “Why the fuck not?”

My face scrunches up as I say, “Because that’s weird.”

“So was you fucking me with a strap-on, but we did that.” Fletcher snorts as he drags me across the bed. “So your fine ass can cuddle with me while we take a damn nap.”

I consider fighting him on it. Yeah, we just had sex, but cuddling is… It’s way more intimate, and we shouldn’t do it. But as his arms wrap around me, and I breathe him in, my body melts against him, and I can’t deny how nice this feels.

I guess we can lie here for five minutes.

Five minutes. That’s it.