Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) by Marie Carnay

vision—a world of paint and wonder behind her eyelids. A completed canvas. Right there. Summer gasped and Blake relinquished his hold.
    She sunk to her knees in relief, unable to stand or bear her own weight. Resting her head on his thigh, she took heady gulps of air as the tremors subsided. Holy shit.
    Summer reached up, fingers sliding over his jeans to stroke his cock. It strained against his jeans—rock hard and ready.
    Blake hissed and grabbed her wrist. “You can’t—I can’t—”
    “What?”
    “Summer, please.” The words came out through Blake’s clenched jaw and Summer glanced up with a smile.
    “Please, what?” She eased up onto her knees and reached for his button. “You can’t think I’d leave you like that. Not after—”
    “You don’t owe me anything.”
    She stood up on shaky legs. “It’s not about payback.” She grabbed his face and dragged him forward for an open-mouthed kiss. His lips still tasted like her own arousal and Summer groaned. More. She wanted more.
    Letting his face go, she reached between them. She yanked open his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and his cock sprang free. Yes. Hot and velvet soft, she stroked his shaft until he groaned against her lips.
    Blake broke their kiss. “I don’t have anything.”
    Summer raised an eyebrow. “I’m on the pill.”
    “What are you saying?”
    She stroked him harder. “I want you to fuck me.”
    His nostrils flared and his chest swelled. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded.
    “Turn around.”
    She let him go and spun in the sand until her breasts pressed against the stone. As Summer turned her head, Blake surged forward, his dick sliding into the crease of her ass. Yes. Please.
    His hand palmed the rock beside her face and Summer was trapped. Dress pooled around her waist. Panties shoved to the side. Boobs smashed against rock. Her heart beat a mile a minute and she opened her mouth to pant.
    Just do it. Fuck me. With his free hand, Blake traced circles up her inner thigh until he found her slick channel. Slipping two fingers inside, he pumped until she shoved her ass back against him. I need you.
    He crushed against her, lips hot and wet on her bare shoulder as he pulled out and smeared her entrance in her own juices.
    On a grunt, he slammed into her, filling her in a single thrust. The grooves of the rock rubbed against her nipples and she cried out as he pumped, slamming her into the stone. She moaned out a command. “Harder.”
    With a groan, he obliged, pistoning his hips so fast her thighs shook. Another orgasm built from the remains of the last, deeper and more intense than before. Mmm. Yes. She moaned again as the sound of laughter and car doors filtered into her ears. Blake went still, his cock still inside her as the noises grew louder.
    “You got everything?”
    “Yeah. Hurry up. The surf looks great.” Coolers hit the pavement and rolled along as Blake held a finger to his lips.
    Another car door opened and shut and Blake pulled back until only his head remained inside. With soft, short bursts, he toyed with her entrance, delaying her gratification. Driving her crazy.
    As laughter echoed off the rocks, he thrust himself home. Oh! A moan slipped from her lips and before she could react, Blake wrapped his hand around her mouth.
    With his fingers held firmly against her cheek, he thrust again, a slow in and out of her swollen pussy. Oh my God. Summer’s eyes rolled back and as Blake thrust again, she gave in. To the danger and risk—the forbidden act of sex in the open. People steps away.
    “Hey! Let’s head down there—the surf’s higher toward the lighthouse.”
    She could hear them so near—beachgoers unpacking and tramping down the steps, dragging surfboards and coolers through the sand and splashing into the water. All while Blake fucked her in slow, measured paces with his hand covering her mouth.
    At last the noises faded and Blake picked up the pace, thrusting harder and resting his head on her shoulder.