by Nikki Sloane
Her bottom lip trembled and her hands urged me to go faster still. When she got right up to the edge of orgasm, I held my breath. Should I let her come, or should I draw it out longer? Once she had satisfaction, would she climb out of this pool and leave me?
Outwardly, I held it together, but inside I was shaking with need. Need for this woman, the only one who’d gotten close to being my future.
Her nails suddenly dug into my wrist. “Fuck me, Kyle.”
Yes. I swallowed thickly, my head swimming in lust. “I’m glad you decided to revise your statement.” Her ‘fuck you, Kyle,’ which had started this whole thing, echoed in my head. One simple word swap and everything flipped on its side.
There were tugs at my ruined two-hundred-dollar belt as she tried to get my pants open. I withdrew my fingers from her and curled them around her panties, yanking down. As I tossed her soaked lingerie onto the deck beside my tie, warning lights flashed in my head. This was a very bad idea, but it was too late to stop—
Fuck!
My wallet.
It was all the way on the other side of the room, tucked inside my suit jacket. I had at least one emergency condom in there, but it was a thousand miles across the pool deck. She’d been successful in getting the belt open and my pants unzipped, but I stopped her there. I scooped her up under her ass, ignoring her cry of surprise, and trudged toward the stairs, a man on a mission.
One of her arms hooked around my neck, clinging to me as we moved. “Where are we going?”
“My wallet’s up on the chair.”
Her whine of frustration was exactly how I felt. She jammed her hand between our bodies, down inside my boxers, and when her fist closed around my cock, I couldn’t keep going. Her long, tight stroke drew a shudder and a moan from me. “Jesus.”
“We could . . .” Her gaze went to the chair, and then flew back to me, her eyes evaluating. “How many women have you been with since me?”
“What?” My brain wouldn’t work right when she was touching me. Heat pumped in my veins, with lust as the accelerant.
“I’m still on the pill, and we didn’t used to use condoms.” Her lips pressed into a line at the same instant her bare tits pressed against my chest. It shot warmth straight to my groin. Beneath the water, her fist stroked once more. “How many, Kyle?”
The honest number came out before I could stop it. “Three.”
Her hand paused and she went rigid. I’d confessed to her once how I’d been kind of a whore when pursuing my undergrad degree. She repeated the word like she surely hadn’t heard it right, because how could that be? “Three?”
We’d made it into the shallow end, so I let go of her legs, dropped her on her feet, and cupped both hands on her face. I walked her backward toward the stairs. “Yeah, three. And I always used protection. You?”
“Of course, I was always safe.” She blinked, as if not quite recovered from her surprise.
When the backs of her calves hit the stairs, she fell to sit and I chased after her. “Your number, Ruby.”
I’d revealed too much and tried not to grind my teeth as I set a hand on a step beside her hip, keeping my lips near hers. There was a perfectly good explanation for my number, such as a long-term committed relationship, and I hoped she’d assume that. It wasn’t my real reason, though. I’d lost myself in my job in New York, trying to forget her. It’d been impossible, and I’d had hardly any interest in dating in a new city where I didn’t know a soul.
When I’d finally gotten back up on the horse, sexually speaking, it’d been lackluster. No chemistry, no strong desire. I’d felt nothing other than a few minutes of empty pleasure. So I was more than a little curious to hear if it had been the same for her. My ego wanted to believe I had destroyed sex for her like she’d done for me.
She tried to stall by kissing me, and I let her because, fuck me, kissing her got me hard. I knelt on the bottom step between her parted legs and was throbbing in her hands as she resumed jerking me off. I was supporting myself on one arm, and palmed her breasts with the other, sliding over her wet skin.
Her tone was quiet and cautious. “More than three.” She arched up, stretching into me. “Always safe, though. I’m good. If you tell me you’re good, then we’re good.”
The statement suspended for a moment. So, we were both clean and okay about fucking with nothing between us, but were we good? I didn’t want to be hung up on her number, so I forced the thought from my head. All that mattered was she was here, beneath me right now, her legs spread wide around my hips.
“I’m good,” I said.
“Then, please hurry.” Her voice was full of need and her hands clawing at the waistband of my boxers.
I grinned. Her begging tone sounded so goddamn good. She worked the elastic down over my hips, freeing me from my underwear, and she slumped down on the stair, scooting to the edge so it’d be easier for me to take her. Competing ideas battled in me. I didn’t want to wait, and yet I wanted to hold her here. To draw this moment out.
Even under the water, her skin was like silk. I trailed my fingers down her naked chest, over the dress bunched at her waist, and further until I hit the junction of her legs. She was hot like fire, and slicker than the water. I teased the pads of my fingers over her swollen clit.
Ruby shifted restlessly on the stairs, and whined as if what I was doing felt good but wasn’t enough. And it wasn’t. We both craved more. She wound her hand around me and dug her fingernails into my ass, pressing me forward.
“Please,” she whined again. “Fucking give me that cock.” Her mouth got me every time. She looked so cute and innocent, and I loved the contrast of her conservative librarian appearance and her dirty-talking sailor language.
I ghosted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Always whispering such sweet nothings.”
Then I lifted up on my arm, steadied myself, and rubbed the tip of my dick against her entrance as if asking permission to slip inside. Really, I was teasing her again. I couldn’t see all that well what was happening beneath the surface. Although the water was clear, Ruby wouldn’t hold still, and the ripples bent and distorted the image.
My gaze traveled upward, over her tits that dripped with water, and then it settled on her face. Her mascara was faintly smudged under her eyes, but the rest of her makeup seemed in place. It exaggerated her pretty blue eyes, which were cloudy with desire.
I needed to watch. Had to figure out what she was thinking as we came together.
She slowly drew a deep breath when I pressed the first crucial inch inside. Her eyes widened as I moved further, burying myself deeper. Holy. Motherfucking. Shit. Had she always felt this good? So wet, and hot, and tight? Her expression mirrored what I felt. Surprise and enjoyment.
Her moan was soft and erotic. It was a sound like she’d finally gotten what she’d been waiting a lifetime for. The muscles in my abs quivered as I pushed slowly all the way to the base and she was fitted perfectly around me.
“Jesus, Ruby,” I whispered.
Yeah, she was way better than I remembered, and we hadn’t even started fucking yet. I held still, my knees digging into the ridged step, and tried to soak her all in. She was undulating beneath me, her eyes half closed, but her gaze pinned on me. So utterly gorgeous, my sorry excuse for a heart ached.
Why the fuck did things have to go down the way they did? I disliked Chicago, but I would have stayed for her.
Christ, all she had to do was fucking ask.
Pain mixed with frustration at the situation, and clouded like a dark storm in my head. I withdrew slowly and sank into her once more, pissed off at how good it felt. All these years I’d missed this. I was still angry at her, but I was angry with myself for walking away.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “More.”
I gave her a gentle thrust, creating a small wave in the water. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head tipped back, exposing the long line of her neck, so I took advantage. I skimmed my teeth over her skin and felt her pulse roa
ring there. Her heart seemed to be beating as furiously as mine.
My next thrust was serious. Her pussy clamped tight around me and a groan rolled through my chest. I latched my non-supporting hand on her hip and drove into her. Everything in me was searing with pleasure and chanting for more, and I moved my hips in time.
The water sloshed around us like a turbulent sea, and she cried out. It came from her sounding desperate and thirsty. Her hands flew up and she laced her fingers together behind the back of my neck, holding on for the ride. It was insane.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck.”
I beat my hips against her in a punishing rhythm, and she responded in kind, rocking into me. Her trembling thighs gripped me tightly, encouraging me to plunge back inside on every stroke out I made. Our kissing was broken occasionally as one of us had to gasp for breath.
As much as I loved looking at her, my knees were grinding against the step and the position was murder on my back. I pulled out and climbed to my feet, gripping her waist and hauling her to stand before me. She squeaked a noise of surprise, but I spun her in my arms, pressing my chest to her back, and snaked my hands around her body. The water was up to our thighs, keeping our undone clothes floating there.
I let my hands wander and play for a moment, just a moment, before I planned to bend her over—
“I loved you,” she said breathlessly. “You know I did.”
It was a needle dragging on a record, and my hands stilled. I didn’t want to think about love right now. “Enough.”
Her head turned, giving me a view of her profile, and a water droplet rolled down her throat. “Kyle, I loved—”
“Enough.”
Pushed too far, a dark force took over. I put my hand in the center of her back and shoved her forward. Her hands flew out and caught the handrail at the steps, clinging on. And then I did something I’d never done before, I acted completely without thought.
Only instinct.
The sound of my palm cracking against her ass cheek, followed by her sharp gasp, were as loud as a cannon in my ears. For the longest second of my life, nothing happened. It took another full second for terror to seize me.
What the fuck did I just do?
Chapter
ELEVEN
Ruby’s hands were white-knuckled on the railing, but her pale skin where I’d struck her was already blossoming pink. She turned her head to face me and blinked in shock, her kiss-swollen mouth hanging open.
Oh, Jesus. Any time I’d spanked a woman, it had been playful and soft. This one had been aggressive and backed by a dark desire to punish.
Her response was uneven. “Again.”
What?
The force of her word knocked me back. Her shocked look melted into something else. She wasn’t hurt, or scared, or pissed. She seemed curious. I choked the nervous words out. “You want me to spank you again?”
Even bent over like that, I could see her chest heaving. She swallowed so hard, it was audible. “Yes.”
I held my breath. Sharon had turned on me the morning after. I didn’t want a repeat of that, ever, and definitely not with Ruby. “You sure?”
She nodded. “Do it.”
She took her gaze off me and looked forward, signaling she was ready. Tension rolled through me as I stepped up to her. Should I strike her as hard as the last one? I pussied out at the final second and slowed my palm, smacking her bare ass with little more than a slap.
“Harder.”
Was she talking directly to my dick? I reared back, and this time, I delivered it like I meant it. As the warmth of her skin and the sting of the impact radiated up my arm, I expected guilt to follow, but I felt oddly good. Something was wrong with me. I wasn’t supposed to want to spank her. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy hitting someone else, and I could argue that what I was doing right now was assault.
“Please.” Her pleasure filled moan cut those thoughts into shreds. “More.”
Fuck me. I slapped her flesh, watched her jolt, and reveled in her noises of surprised enjoyment. Everything about my action and her reaction was unexpected.
Her back bowed, as if presenting her pink-stained flesh to me. “I like the way it feels.”
Oh, God, so did I. I shrugged out of my dress shirt and cast it aside, where it floated away. Then I steadied a hand on her hip, delivered one final stinging blow, and plunged my dick into her, needing to reaffirm our connection.
“Oh, shit, yes.” Her hands gripped the railing so hard it squealed.
The slide of my cock in and out of her body was intense. My brain fried from the heat, was rendered useless, and I fucked her like a savage. I wove a hand into her hair and yanked her head back, but she grunted in satisfaction. The rougher I got, the more she seemed to like it. I gathered up the dress, fisted it at her waist, and twisted it in my hand, cording it tighter around her body so I could use it for leverage.
“You’re so deep inside me, I love it.”
I choked out breath, forcing myself to stay in the moment and not lose it. Ruby hadn’t come yet, and not only was that important to me, the fuck if I was going to miss her show. I ground my pelvis, rubbing against her, and sucked down air between my clenched teeth.
Because it felt so very good, and it was with her.
Since I had her head pulled back, her gaze was on the ceiling, and her startled cry drew my gaze up. We were two dark figures fucking in the water, and seeing my domination of her like this damn near sent me over the edge. Relief trickled down my spine as she seemed to be building toward her end.
Her whole body began to quake, and her moans increased in frequency and volume, bouncing off the walls in the large, open room. All I could hear were her cries of ecstasy as she came, rushing toward her big finish. Inside, her body pulsed and throbbed, choking my dick. I slowed to enjoy the sensation but didn’t stop, because I knew I could prolong her orgasm and I wanted it to last forever for her.
She shook uncontrollably and her muscles in her arms strained on the handrail. One scream from her lips echoed in the room and tore straight into my core, injecting me with lust. Then another scream, which trailed off at the end when she must have finished cresting.
Her tremors slowed and she relaxed with an enormous sigh.
“It’s the sexiest thing ever,” I said between tight breaths. “No one comes like you do.”
“That’s because no one,” she panted, “makes me come like you do.”
Her statement caused her muscles to tense, her whole body tightening like she’d said something she didn’t want to reveal. But why? Didn’t she know how amazing that was to hear? Why did we communicate best when we were fucking? Maybe we were too distracted in each other to worry about anything else.
I released her hair and trapped her waist in my hands, then increased my tempo. My gaze slipped down the line of her spine, past the dress, over her rose-colored skin where I’d spanked her, and to the place where my cock disappeared inside her body. The reflection of the water played around us.
If my mind had its way, we’d remain here all night. I’d fuck her until our hands where shriveled and pruning, and then maybe I’d fuck her some more on one of the lounge chairs. But my body, it had very different ideas. It begged for release, and I couldn’t hold it back much longer. Everything ached for it.
Even though she’d come, she still seemed to be enjoying herself. Ruby’s soft, satisfied moans as I thrust relentlessly into her caused a swell in me to begin. My chest tightened and I dug my fingers into her, denting the soft skin around them. I pumped as deep inside as I could get, wanting to lose myself. I was greedy and needed one more blissful memory with her.
Breath came and went so rapidly from my lungs, I became lightheaded, but then things began to tingle. The pressure built, pleasure grew, and I climbed until every cell was screaming to tip over the edge.
She must have recognized how close I was. One of her hands came off the railing and clamped down on top of mine. “Yes,” she said, her voice
hurried and excited. “Oh, fuck yes, Kyle.”
The orgasm tore through me, a hot torrent of pleasure, and I slowed to a jerky stop, buried deep. I panted for air, strangling off a moan. Goddamn, it was amazing. The pleasure continued to roll through my body and left me shaky as it went.
It might have been the best orgasm of my life.
My heart went from pounding, to speeding along, and then finally slowed to a normal tempo, and I held on to her hips as I caught my breath. Now that my body was satisfied, my brain fired back online.
Ruby collapsed forward on the steps, and she was shivering. First order of business was getting her out of the pool and warm again. I could handle that, and I did up my pants. She didn’t fight me as I tugged the dress slowly down, and slipped it off her.
She rested naked on the steps, not looking at me, which was a very bad sign. I set her dress up on the deck so it was a puddle of wet fabric, and took her by the arm, turning her to face me.
Her gaze focused on my chest, not meeting my eyes until I slipped my hands under her and lifted her into my arms. That certainly got her attention.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“I will,” I said, clambering up the stairs. Water ran off us and dripped with every step I took. I bypassed the lounge chair closest, and went to the one at the end that had a thick, striped cushion. I deposited her there, sat down beside her, and grabbed a handful of plush towels from the stack on the table beside it.
She shivered once more as I unfurled and laid it over her, and I watched as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. A nervous, unsure Ruby wasn’t my favorite version, but I’d take it. At least she hadn’t fled. I might have taken off her dress to prevent that.
I hadn’t fled either. There was no desire to do so. I stared at my shirt floating in the water and her high heels resting at the bottom of the pool. So the second order of business would be getting stuff as dry as possible. She curled up under the makeshift blanket of towels and watched me wordlessly as I got back into the pool and fished everything out.
