Page 67 of Beautiful Crazy
The thought forms in my mind, taking me by surprise,becausewhere the hell did that come from?I don’t let myself obsess over it for long. I mean, friends travel together…
This specific lighthouse has a self-guided tour where you can stop at various sections and a video will play, telling you various facts about this location and what it was known for when it was still running. For it being a Sunday, I’m surprised there aren’t more people here. It’s practically empty as we make our way to the top. My favorite part.
“It’s huge in here,” Everett says as we step off the last flight of stairs. “From far away, you’d never think it was this big.”
“I know. Imagine being a drunk sixteen-year-old taking these stairs.” I can’t help but laugh at the memory.
Everett gawks at me, smirking. “You broke into a lighthouse?”
Giggling, I say, “I’d hardly call it breaking in, since it’s never locked. I’m sure it’s different in bigger areas, but most people leave this spot alone, which worked in my favor.”
Up at the very top, there’s a lookout over the ocean. Hands on the railing, I peer out, nothing but crystal blue water for as far as the eye can see. Everett comes up behind me, hands going on the railing beside mine, boxing me in. I let my head rest on his shoulder as we simply exist for a moment, taking in the beauty in front of us.
Everett dips his head down, hot breath fanning my neck, sending goosebumps all over my flesh. “Ever bring any guys up here?”
I breathe out a laugh. “Once or twice.”
A groan sounds in his throat, vibrating from his chest and into me. “Ever fuck any of them in here?”
Heat zips through my body as a smile splits my face. I shake my head. “Never.”
Clicking his tongue, he rasps, “Such a shame.”
“Why is that?” I practically purr the question, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Because…” Hot kisses press down on my neck, and I lean into the touch, my body awakening in every sense of the word. “Up here all alone,” he murmurs against my skin, “with a view like this, what I wouldn’t give to bend you over.”
I smile, heat spreading through my veins as I push my ass back into him. His hand fists the material of my dress as his groan rumbles through me. “But what if somebody came in here?” I ask, voice breathy, desire wrapped around every syllable.
“Then they’d get quite the show, wouldn’t they, mama?”
The thick ridge from Everett’s erection rubs up against my ass, driving me wild. My skin tingles and my head feels hazy, like I’m drunk on this verbal foreplay.
“Would you stop?” I ask. “If somebody walked in.”
“Fuck no,” he growls. “Let ’em watch what I do to you. Let them see what a good little slut you are for my cock.”
Oh, Jesus Christ. The mouth on this man.Even with the breeze coming in from the window, it’s scorching up here.
“Does the idea of somebody watching you, watching us, turn you on?”
I already know the answer, but hearing him say it makes it immensely hotter.
A groan climbs up his throat as his hand slips under the hem of my dress, traveling slowly up my thigh, leavinggoosebumps as he goes. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he rasps, his hand freezing as he reaches my bare hip. “Well, what do we have here?” I clench my thighs to relieve some of the ache. “No panties?”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I shake my head, pressing my ass farther into him.
“What a dirty girl you are. Is this for me?” Fingertips dancing across my overheated flesh, he teases. My clit throbs the closer he gets, but he never makes contact. “Did you wear this because you wanted me to fuck you up here where anybody could catch us?”
“Maybe,” I murmur.God, it’s so fucked up. Why does the idea of getting caught suddenly turn me on so much?
Everett brings his hand around, palming my bare ass and squeezing as his lips find my neck again, teeth nipping, tongue soothing. His other hand leaves my hip, the sound of his zipper sliding down reaching my ears, sending a thrill down my spine. I’m damn near panting by the time I feel the tip of his cock glide along the crease of my ass.
“You want this?” he asks, nipping my earlobe and making me gasp, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as I nod feverishly. “Ask for it then, mama.” His index finger slides through my lips, easily finding my clit, and rubbing it just barely before he goes on. “Beg me to fuck you up here. Beg me to hike this sexy little dress up to your waist and sink into your hot, drenched pussy right here, where anybody could see.”
I can’t think. I’m so turned on I feel like I’m already right on the edge of release, and he’s barely touching me. His words, the way he says them, the smell of him in my nostrils, and the way his body feels pressed up against mine,all of it has me spinning out of control. His attraction and appreciation have unlocked something inside of me, something I never knew existed. It breathes confidence into me.
Which is why I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and I give him what he wants—what I need. “Please, Everett,” I purr. “Fuck me right here, make me come all over your cock, and then fill me up with your cum.”