Page 134 of Charming Like Us

“Yep.”

His nose flares,definitely desire.“Let’s go there.”

His ass is definitely adventurous. I grin at the words in my head. Heat has already bathed me before I even return to the water.

But I’m stepping back into the hot tub now, more warmth ascending my legs, my waist, my abs. I come up behind Jack, my chest melding to his toned back, and when he turns his head slightly, we catch each other’s lips in a sweltering kiss.

Muscles burning, my cock is a torturous distance from his ass, and I force myself not to take him so fucking fast.

I use the moment to tease him open with my finger. His breath hitches, breaking a kiss.

“You alright?” I ask against his lips.

He nods once. “That felt amazing.” His voice is choked like he’s already on the brink. He faces Disko Bay. He’s about to put a hand on his head, and as fucking sexy as that habit of Highland’s is, I lie my arm over his folded arms. Keeping them on the cedar edge of the hot tub.

We’re closer, braced stronger together, even more so when I edge my way carefully into Jack. His body contracts, and I hold off for a second, kissing his deltoid.

He’s breathing hard. “Can I do anything for you?” he asks.

I begin pumping my hips. “Just enjoy the ride.” I enter further, my cock disappearing inside Jack—the sensation electrifies every sensitive nerve, and he responds with a sharp pleasured noise that bows him forward. I hold him tighter to my chest.

My body takes over on instinct, doing what feels best, and I thrust in a hypnotic rhythm up against him. Inside him. Rocking causes the water to ripple. Creating waves around us, and my jaw brushes his jaw as I flex further.

Christ.

Jack groans, “Os.”

I stroke his mouth-watering erection beneath the water, and I tilt my head to try and see him better. His eyes are shut in pure euphoria. Jagged breaths emit between his parted lips, and I clench my teeth as a groan barrels through me.

Attraction is a hot torch fusing us together.

He opens his eyes onto me, and we kiss once before the pleasured sounds leave us both. I circle my hips a little, then pound his ass faster.

“Uh, fuck,” he gasps.

Shit. I slow.

He looks up out at the sea, then back at me, nodding.He’s alright.We kiss, and I return to my quickened pace. Each thrust forward, water splashes over the lip of the hot tub.

I rub him and give his balls a squeeze.

He makes a surprised, heavenly noise like he’s met an angel.

“Jack,” I groan huskily, lowly. Being inside him is lighting me up, but so is being this close. My chest against his back, my arm around his arms. Thrusting and bringing him with the movement. We are on a ride together, and I might be at the helm but it’d be nothing without him.

I climb up the highest peak. On the edge. Three more deeper thrusts along with my hand feeding Jack more pleasure, and we hit a climax.

His orgasm shatters him forward. I hold tighter, feeling his muscles spasm and ripple against my build.Fuck.

Fuck.

I imprison breath, black spots in my vision. On instinct, I pump to milk that last bit of pleasure left, and I take my arm off his arms.

“God,” Jack chokes, resting his forehead on his folded arms—he takes a hot second to come down. All the strain and ache in his sore muscles look gone. “I could get used to that after long shoots.” He clarifies, “Not the hot tub.”

“Hear that, cock,” I say as I slowly pull out of Jack, “you outrank a hot tub.”

“Not just your cock,” Jack breathes, running his fingers through his hair, wetting the strands. “All of you, Os.”