The Billionaire and His Castaway (Alexa Riley Promises #3)(10)

When our lips meet, it feels as if a fuse has been lit and there is an explosion coming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, not waiting for an invitation. His hand moves to my ass, and the steel rod of his cock moves between us. He grinds me against him, and before I know what I’m doing I’m working my hips with his hands. My arms go up around his neck, and my lower body works his cock like a stripper pole.

I’ve never in my life acted like this. Something about being alone on an island with a man like Kenton has my base instincts reacting to him. I spread my legs wider to give him what he wants. My hands are moving down and rubbing his chest as his mouth devours mine. His tongue is warm and strong as he takes the kiss. My hormones are skyrocketing, and I feel bold. Bold enough to trail my hand down his stomach and to his swim trunks.

His full lips never break the kiss as my hand reaches inside them, and I find the length of this shaft. My small fingers have a hard time encircling all of him, but when I manage, I give him a hard squeeze, and then it happens.

“Fuck,” he nearly roars as he breaks the kiss.

It’s then I feel warmth around my palm, and I realize I just made him cum. Holy shit, I’m like a sex goddess. One touch and I made this guy go off. I wonder if it’s always this easy for girls to do this.

Before I know what’s happening, his lips are back on mine and I’m lost to sensation again. I still have my hand on his cock, and it hasn’t gone down at all. Isn’t that supposed to happen after a man cums? Maybe he didn’t and that isn’t what happened.

It’s then his mouth moves to my neck, and all-new sensations start going through my body. He licks me in a place I didn’t know could feel so good, and I shiver.

“Did you cum?” I ask on a moan as he licks me in the same place again.

“Yes,” he growls, and I feel powerful again. “And I’m about to again.”

I squeeze his length in my hand again, and then I feel my * clench. Like she’s longing for him.

He moves his mouth from my neck, and his eyes stare into me as he reaches between us and takes my wrist. For a second I think he’s going to take my hand away, but after an intense moment he starts moving it up and down. He’s using my hand to jerk himself off, and for some reason, that dirty action turns me on.

He lets go of my wrist for a second and reaches up to my bathing suit. He pushes one of the triangles out of the way, then the other, before putting his hand back on my wrist. His eyes penetrate me there, his stare fierce and almost angry. I see his jaw clench, and I wonder if he’s trying to keep himself from putting his mouth on me there. God, what would it feel like to have someone suck on me?

I should be shy about showing him my breasts, but this feels so good, I don’t stop to think about it. I want him to see me, and most of all I want him to want me. Knowing that I turn him on makes me feel like I have control over this situation, and I feel myself becoming bolder.

I use my other hand to untie the string of his trunks, giving us both better access to him. When he’s somewhat free, I tilt the wrist holding his cock and move it to my *. I’ve still got my bathing suit bottoms on, but I rub him against me there and feel the thick head against my clit. I close my eyes at the feeling, the hard pressure so perfect.

After a few moments of rubbing, I need more, and I reach between us again. I’ve still got one hand on his shaft, and I use the other to pull my bathing suit to the side. I just need skin on skin and I’ll cum. I know it. Just the tip against me is all it will take.

“Madeline,” Kenton says, his eyes looking down in the water between us.

It’s not a warning, but there’s an edge to his voice. One that makes me clench again.

“Use me,” he finally says and nods.

I rub his naked cock against my clit, and I start to shiver. This whole thing is like a dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up. I move him slowly up and down, the wide head perfect against me. It’s only a few strokes and I know I’m getting close, so I dip him a bit lower so he’s at my entrance. He doesn't push forward, doesn’t try to go inside me. Instead he remains still as a rock, allowing me to use his cock to get me off. The power makes me feel drunk, and I move him back to my clit, rubbing it twice before I slide him back down to my opening. It’s like I’m teasing a bull with a giant red flag, just waiting to see what will break him.

When I repeat the move, two swipes on my clit and then to my opening, I feel his arms start to tremble. He wants to f*ck me, and I want him to, but he’s trying to hold back. For now, I need to cum. My own body demands it. I’m just afraid that once this moment is over, the spell will be broken. Maybe it won’t be so bad and this will all be totally okay. At least that’s what I keep saying in my head as I near my climax.

“Kenton,” I moan as I press the hard vein of his cock to my clit and feel it throb.

His whole body tenses up, and I feel his warm seed spill between us as I cum with him. My * clenches, wanting to be filled, sad that it’s empty. My orgasm rolls through my body, the heat searing my veins, and when I come down, I’m limp.

It’s as if I’ve expended all my energy in getting us off and now I need a nap. I rest my head on Kenton’s chest, just needing to be held for a second.

“Relax, sweets. I’ve got you,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

What in the hell just happened?