Twist of Fate Louise, Tia (read dune .txt) 📖

I’ve taken off my shirt, but I’m still in the sweats as I walk to the edge of the water and put my feet in the surf. “It’s probably because I didn’t…”

Heat flashes in my cheeks. Why am I telling him this? I swear, he can get me talking about things I’d never even say to Sly.

Not finishing my sentence stops his movements. He stills, blue eyes on me like a shark. “Didn’t what?”

“It’s not important.”

“You’d better tell me or I’ll come make you tell.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He makes a move like he’s going to storm the beach, and I say it loud and fast. “I didn’t finish!”

Stopping, he frowns at me. “You didn’t finish? What does that mean?”

“I didn’t… you know.” I wave my hand side to side in a fishy manner. “Get all the way to the fireworks.”

“You didn’t come?”

My nose wrinkles. “I don’t like that word.”

“Sorry. You didn’t have an orgasm.” The way he says it in a fake-snooty way makes me laugh and blush and want to die all at the same time.

“Yeah, that’s… that’s the word.”

“Let me get this straight. Some little punk-assed high school guy punched your V-card, didn’t get you off, and then told everybody you were the problem? He was probably a two-pump chump. Did he finish?”

“He wasn’t that bad. I mean, give me some credit. He was at least cute.”

“Did he get in more than two pumps before he finished?”

Lifting my chin, I don’t meet his eyes. “We practiced safe sex, so I couldn’t tell.”

He’s quiet a moment, pushing the water around with those strong hands. Those hands that never miss a pass. “I’d make you come.”

Heat flashes from my stomach up through my chest. “I don’t know. It kind of takes me a while because I’m always…” I tap on my temple. “I’m in my head too much.”

“I could make you come right now.” His voice lowers, and he studies me in that way he does, calm and focused, like he’s moving in for the kill. “Let me make you come, Daisy.”

This time the flash of heat surges from my chest to my core, awakening my senses. “I think that’s a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a very good idea. Take off those sweatpants and come to me.”

I can’t breathe. My stomach is twisty and scared and excited and nervous. “Scout…”

“Do it.” It’s a low order, and my eyes lock on his.

Glittering sapphires watch me. He’s predatory as he waits, perfectly still, and I’ve fallen under his power. Standing slowly, my fingers fumble along the edge of my waistband. Am I really doing this? The last gasp of my hesitation drowns in the waves. A flutter moves in my stomach as I hook my fingers and slide the pants down my legs, taking my panties with them.

Thank God I shaved last night drifts through my mind, and I realize this is me. I’m doing this.

I’m terrified as I straighten. I want to cover myself, but he’s looking at me in a way that says, Don’t you dare.

I take one step into the water and the corner of his mouth moves ever so slightly. “That’s right. Come here.”

He speaks to me like I’m a timid kitten, and I imagine that’s how I seem. I move faster so the water covers me, and he pushes forward, closing the space between us as he pulls me against his chest.

“I’m afraid.” It’s somewhere between a gasp and a whisper.

“Stop. I won’t hurt you. I protected you from the killer pony. Remember?”

I laugh nervously, and he turns me so my back is to his chest. “First, take this off.” And just like that, my sports bra is gone.

Cool water shimmers around my breasts and my nipples tighten. His mouth is right at my ear, and I feel his erection pressing against my ass. My pussy clenches.

“We don’t have a condom.”

“I won’t put it in. This is about you.” His breath is beside my ear, and a shiver moves across my shoulders.

I want him to kiss me, and he does. Hot lips slide against the hyper-sensitive skin of my neck. It makes me groan and scoot closer to him.

His left hand is flat on my stomach, holding my back to his chest, and his right hand drops lower. It almost tickles. Heat follows his descent, and I gasp when his fingers curl and cup me between my legs.

“Oh, God,” I tense, but he doesn’t let go.

His lips press against the side of my neck again, just at my ear as he whispers. “I’ve got you. Relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Closing my eyes, I try to do what he says. His lips are against my skin. His tongue flicks and pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and my toes curl in the sand. We’re rocking in the waves, and his fingers keep circling my clit.

They slide up and down, back and forth, and with my eyes closed, it’s like he’s guiding my whole body with just those small movements. Tension builds in my lower stomach, and my breath shortens to little pants. My nipples tighten and tingle, and my entire focus centers on his touch.

He keeps circling and stroking, and I hiccup a breath. My eyelids squeeze. The tension in my stomach grows tighter… tighter. It’s like an explosion is building, drawing me closer. His mouth is on my neck again, and when his lips part, he bites me. He pulls at me, and I erupt with a loud ohhh!

Ripples flutter in the arches of my feet, and my hips circle with the movements of his fingers. Until two thick digits plunge into my core, and I cry out. I’m on my toes bucking and riding his hand, my ass bouncing against his stomach. I can’t stop.

Intense pleasure bursts through me again and again, and I’m making noises I’ve never heard. I’m wild and animal, fucking his fingers, desperate for more.

“That’s it.” He kisses my neck. My body tries to collapse