Chapter 153

His name fell from her lips in a triumphant cry as her body tightened, the seconds coalescing into one brilliant rush of joy. "Always." Her head fell to his shoulder as she tried to pull in any possible air, her heart still thundering in her eyes. "God. you're just... "

"Yours," he said on a gasp as he sucked in a lungful of sea air. "Just yours." He held her tighter. "Just yours."

She smiled as her arms wrapped around him, her nose nuzzling gently at his neck. "Forever and a day."

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He heard the heavy breathing, sniffing back the flakes of powder he felt under his nose. God, the party was boring as fuck. Everyone laughing...fuck looks between the couples.

Now if they actually started fucking there might be something to--he moved to the banister when he heard another moan. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Fuckin' A. He leaned over the edge. Two dark figures were in the heat of it.

A flash of a long white neck as her head fell back snapped his dick to attention. "Elena," he whispered to the roaring surf. He looked down and sure enough, Richie was eating her out. He shifted his jeans.

Fuck. Just to have one taste of her. He palmed his cock, tempted to pull it out. Just the sounds of her cries were enough to blow his load. Her choked cries made his dick twitch. Oh yeah.

He could make those come from her, followed by a whimper when he held her down. Orgasms were better when you choked 'em a little. Just a little bit of oxygen deprivation and Pop! They turned into a screamer.

He knew she'd scream real good.

He watched the fucking right hand of God slam her down on his cock and hated him. It should be him. Richie didn't deserve something as perfect as Elena. Her soft cries hit his dick hard and low.

The slut liked a good fuck. She'd never had a good fuck until he'd touched her. He couldn't wait to do it again.

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He glanced over at Kate and rolled his eyes. David had his arm all around her and she was roaring with laughter? David wasn't THAT funny, well ok he was, but not with his woman dammit. Settling his cup on the table and sauntered over to the two of them, his hand snaking out for Kate’s. "Hey gorgeous, lets grab a breath of air." His eyes widened innocently, "after all you said a lot of smoke was bad for the throat ya know."

"Uh, yeah." She looked at David who just waggled his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. "Good idea. I've had enough of chucklehead anyway." She tripped a little as Jon hauled her across the room. "Hey, relax, Jon. We're not in any hurry here."

He glanced her way and muttered, "fuck yeah I am, wanna get you alone for a few." He winked as a sly grin crept onto his lips. Ok so he wanted a kiss, and well a little bit more of this and that, but he didnt have to tell HER that yet.

She laid her hand on his chest and wrapped her other hand around his waist. "Well, that's all you had to say. I take hints well."

He pulled her in closer, his lips brushing over hers momentarily. "Big pretty Deck out there, you and the ocean sounds? So I have a bit of the romantic in me at times."

Starting for the door he opened the screen door and turned to pull her through. "No one would blame me for wanting you to myself babe, I'm greedy after all."

She wound her arms around his neck. "Well, the greedy part I like. Caveman I can do without, sir." She bumped his nose tracing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. "God, I've missed this mouth."

He nibbled on her lower lip, his hand coasting up along her back as he deepened the kiss lightly. "Only been a few hours babe, but they been damned long ass hours."

She slid her hand into his hair, cupping the back of his head. She was ashamed to admit how much she loved his hair, but God did she. It was all fluffy and mussed from the car ride...and the pit stop on the ride back in. They'd been so used to having at each other whenever they wanted it was hard to change the game.

She rocked on her tiptoes, cursing the heels she'd worn to get in the party mood. For once, she was bitching because they weren't high enough. She wanted closer. The kiss deepened and her body pulsed. He was becoming very addicting.

His hands slipped to her ass, cupping her even as he pulled her in, lifted her slightly and settled her on the deck railing. Sliding into the V of her legs he nosed up along her chest, groaning at the scent. Damned woman would be the death of him always spritzing that perfume right in the valley of her breasts. "You're gonna end up killing me you know that?"

She grinned down at him, now just a little taller with the help of the deck railing. She wound her legs around his hips. "Oh really?" She threaded her hands into his hair and yelped when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. "Shit! Jon, put me down." She struggled against him, her chest tight with embarrassment.

The tone of her voice alerted him, she never sounded that out of joint. Stepping back he helped her regain her footing. "What’s up babe?"

She cleared her throat. "Uh," she nodded her head toward the shadows. "Company."

His gaze turned towards the shadows, catching the barely there glow of the tip of a cigarette. His brows furrowed at the height of the glow as he pulled Kate in tighter. "What the hell?"