Like a Memory (Sea Breeze Meets Rosemary Beach #1)(45)

This life . . . suddenly felt really fucking appealing. Or was it the need for Bliss’s body that was changing my mind? I hadn’t wanted Octavia this way. Sure she was a freak. I’d done some crazy porn worthy things with her. But it was different. There was a missing piece and I now knew it was that connection. The one I had with Bliss. The one I’d always had with Bliss.

Octavia’s need to fuck in public places where she knew someone might see us had grown annoying. She got off on being watched. I liked that shit at first but then she started pushing it too far. Like wanting to do it at the shop hoping Bliss would see us. I wasn’t about to go there. The last thing I had wanted Bliss to see was me fucking Octavia.

The first time she wanted to do it, we did it in the men’s restroom at a club. With a guy who walked in watching. She told me to go harder when the guy came in and she became a maniac while he watched. He’d started jacking off while watching us and that made her come. None of us were anywhere near sober but that night I was sure I could live with Octavia the rest of my life.

I’d been wrong. Kinky sex hadn’t been enough. I was reminded of that the moment those boxes fell and Bliss was standing there looking wide eyed and shocked. Deeper meaning had come back to me and I had been fighting it ever since.

The knock on my door brought me back to the here and now. I went to open it and Bliss standing there in a short soft pink sundress with no bra on underneath was all I needed.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked taking her hand and pulling her in the condo then slamming the door behind her.

“Of course.”

I reached under her short dress and tore the small flimsy satin panties off. “Good,” was my response. “Are you sore?”

She blushed. “A little.”

I pushed her back against the door and dropped to my knees. Taking one of her legs I threw it over my shoulder and gently began kissing the pink sensitive flesh I’d had the night before.

“Nate,” she breathed and her head hit the door with a thump. “I don’t know if I can stand while you do this.”

I began working her clit with my tongue and she panted my name along with god’s name. It was adorable and made me want to tease her more. I was actually down here to make it all feel better so I could bury myself inside again. Now. Soon.

I didn’t need someone to watch us to get me off. Or get her off. I was throbbing with excitement just from the smell of her.

Her legs wobbled and she leaned forward and her hands grabbed my shoulders. I gave her one last lick before dropping her leg and standing up.

“I want to fuck you, Bliss. Not the sweet loving we did last night. I want to bend you over and grab your hips and fuck your pussy from behind.”

If I was going to scare her that kind of talk should do it. Instead she was still panting. “Okay. Do you want me to bend over here?”

This time, not laughing at that innocent question was hard. But I didn’t. She was being sincere and I didn’t want to laugh at her.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the sofa. She wasn’t going to be able to stand for this. Not if my eating her pussy had her almost ready to collapse in the floor. “Get on your knees and lean over the back of the sofa.”

She did as I told her and I jerked her dress up exposing her ass to me. I was going to come on that ass. Watch it run down her crack. Jerking my sweats down I was already naked underneath. I stepped out of them and moved in behind her.

“Pull your arms out of your straps and let your tits free. I want to be able to grab them.”





Bliss York

HIS LARGE HANDS grabbed my waist with more strength than I expected. It was startling yet exciting. My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure what to expect. There had been a tender throb between my legs all day and the idea of him going back in had made me nervous. But after he had worked his magic down there with his mouth it was all I could think about.

The pain was more pleasure than anything. My body was craving the same release it got last night and I held onto the sofa anxious to be filled with him.

“Spread your legs more and stick up your ass,” his words were thick and deep. I was ready to beg him so I did exactly as I was told. Whatever got him inside me I would do.

The moment my bottom was pushed up his hands squeezed my hips and he was inside. One hard move like last night and I was full. This time there was no searing pain. A little sting but no more. There was a constant ache down there wanting him to do more. Give me more.

“Fuck that’s a tight pussy,” he growled. “Needs to be fucked. It’s my tight pussy. It’ll know my fucking dick. You’ll get wet thinking about how good this feels. How much you want it.”

He was right on all accounts. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn’t say anything back. His hands came around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. That sent an electric tingle through my body and right down to my clit. How had I missed this for so many years? No wonder girls in high school got pregnant. If this was what sex was then I understood their weakness. I may follow Nate around begging for it like a puppy dog.

He pinched my nipples and I cried out as he began moving harder inside me. Each time he entered there was more force behind it and that brought me closer to my orgasm. His grunts and the feel of his hand roughly touching me. Like he can’t get enough of me was intoxicating.