Page 22 of Too Far

“Just teasing.” Popping up onto my toes, I peck his lips.

He catches my hip, steadying me but also holding me back.

“Wait until we pull away from the dock,” he murmurs, eyes darting over my shoulder. “They’ve already set up the exterior cameras, but they’re not allowed to capture or use any footage of us on the water.”

Gulping past the worry that’s collected in my throat, I peek over my shoulder.

“We’re okay,” he assures me as he grasps my hand. “I’d rather be too safe than slip up when it comes to you.”

Weaving our fingers together, he guides me toward the captain’s seat. Instead of sitting, he cages me in against the wheel, then reaches for the throttle and navigates the vessel out onto open water as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

“You sure you haven’t changed your mind about boat sex, Cap?”

Decker nips at the juncture between my neck and shoulder as he continues to worship every inch of my skin he can access.

He’s holding me in his lap, with one arm wrapped around my hips like a seat belt, while the other explores my body under his hoodie, playing with my nipples and making me writhe.

His unmistakable erection is pressing into my ass and has been for almost an hour, but he refuses to take things any further.

It’s killing me. Fucking killing me.

Never mind that my pussy still feels like it has its own pulse after last night’s very intense and thorough fucking. A thrill courses through me every time I think about how Kylian let Kendrick get so damn bossy with us both.

Another nip from Decker makes me jolt.

“Boat sex is still a hard no.”

He follows up the bite with a soothing caress of his tongue over the tender flesh.

“But it wouldn’t be right for me to get you all hot and bothered and leave you unsatisfied, now, would it?”

Sucking in a breath, I sit up straighter in his lap.

Is he kidding right now?

“Don’t toy with me, Decker.” I go for annoyed, but the effort is pointless when he’s holding me tightly under the oversized hoodie and brushing his knuckles back and forth over one nipple.

All thoughts flee when his other hand dips low, lower, lower still, into the front of Kylian’s boxers.

“You don’t want me to toy with you?” he whispers in my ear, breath hot and minty, fueling the arousal simmering in my core.

I hold my breath, hoping, wishing, yearning, as his hand continues its journey.

“But what if I want to play?” he asks when his entire hand finally covers my hot, wet, needy cunt.

With a groan, I drop my head back against his shoulder. “Don’t you dare tease me right now, Decker Crusade.”

“Show me what you like,” he replies, grasping my wrist with his other hand and guiding it to my waistband.

I slide my hand lower, until I meet his, and together, we rub my clit, our fingers slipping around each other as they stroke my swollen, slick pleasure point.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, pulling out his hand and inspecting the glistening arousal coating his fingertips.

I dive forward and capture his fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as he paints my tongue with my cum. He presses his fingers in and out of my mouth as my hips buck back and forth in his lap in time with his movements.

“I want you to come right here in my lap, Siren. Think you can do that for me?”