“Show me some cheerleader jumps.”
“What kind?” she asked, breathing hard.
“My favorite was those splits in the air.”
“Yeah? Like this?” Georgia bounced twice, extending her arms and her heels simultaneously.
Tell whooped. “Goddamn. That was perfect! Do it again.”
Grinning, Georgia bounced harder and caught more air as she stretched herself out like a starfish.
With Tell egging her on, she performed a couple herkies, pikes, figure nines and back flips, ending with a backscratcher and a reverse twist.
Feeling lightheaded and giddy but amazingly juiced up, she slowed the bounces and crawled on her knees to where Tell stood. On impulse, she kissed him through the netting. The only places they touched were mouths and fingertips. Erotic and somehow intimate.
But he broke the kiss far too soon. He rested his forehead against hers. “Will you do something for me?”
“What?”
Then his fingers were on her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Take off your bikini.”
“Right here? Why?”
“Because I have another fantasy involving you.”
“Which is?”
“Very adolescent.” There was his sheepish grin again. “But I’ve always been a simple guy.”
“So tell me this simple adolescent fantasy.”
“You. Jumping on a trampoline. Nekkid.”
It took a beat for that to sink in. “Omigod. You cannot be serious.”
His dimples winked when that bad-boy grin emerged. “I’m totally serious.”
“But…why?”
“It’s fuckin’ sexy as hell. Seeing all those nekkid girl parts bouncing. Makes me crazy to think of seein’ every bit of your sweet pink pussy when you do a split jump.”
She was pretty sure her eyes bugged out of her head.
He laughed. “Shocked?”
“Yes. My God. How long have you been thinking about this?”
“For. Ever. Since the first time I saw you in that itty-bitty cheerleading skirt getting thrown in the air, givin’ everyone in the stands a glimpse of your sweet little ass cheeks. I jacked off to that image more times than I can count.” He actually growled. “So yeah, I’ve been dreamin’ about this a long damn time.”
“So you’ve been out here in the buff on your trampoline with your dangly male bits bouncing?”
“Hell no.” He smirked. “I could hurt myself. Bruising my chest when my hard-on bounced against it.”
She snickered. “Your chest? Cocky much?”
“Haven’t heard you complaining much about me bein’ cocky.” Tell just grinned. “Look, Georgia, darlin’, I wasn’t gonna ask you.”
“Why? Because you know it’s a ridiculous request?”
“No. Because I knew you’d say no.”
Her eyes narrowed on him. This was one sneaky-ass man.
“What?” he said with such an angelic expression she had to laugh.
“Oh, don’t try and pull that innocent look, McKay.”
“What?” he said again. “You’re the one who said you’re not very adventurous.”
“I’m not.”
“So? I’ve made my case and my point. You won’t do it.”
Do not fall for this. Do not.
She poked his chest. “You know what, cowboy? I’m about to get daring. Very daring. Like Criss Angel kind of daring.”
“That right?”
“Yep.” She shimmied her swimsuit bottoms off and threw them at him. “But…if you want me to strip the rest of the way, you’ve gotta do something for me.”
“Name it.”
Georgia cocked her head and focused on his crotch. “I wanna see you whacking off like you did more times than you can count when you were thinking about me bouncing on a trampoline.”
Tell’s cheeks turned pink. “Funny, Georgia.”
“I’m not kidding. If you want me to jump nekkid, then you will be stroking yourself while you watch me.”
Ten whole seconds passed until Tell yanked down his board shorts. “Take off the top.”
She untied the swimsuit top, spun it around her finger and tossed it at him. The hook caught on the netting.
Tell wrapped his hand around his girth and started to stroke slowly.
She fell onto her back and bounced a couple times before spreading her legs as she moved her pelvis up, directly in line with Tell’s eyes.
“Oh yeah. Sweet Georgia has left the building. Bring on Bad Georgia.” He whistled a few bars from “The Strip” and she laughed.
Put on a good show. Make him drool. Make him shoot Make him yours forever.
Tell’s left hand was curled into the mesh; his right hand firmly jacked his cock. His eyes were that deep blue as he stared at her from beneath lowered lashes. His lips were parted, releasing broken breaths.
Rolling to her feet, Georgia began to jump. Her boobs jiggled and immediately her nipples hardened.
And his focus zoomed to her chest.
Imagine that.
After a few high jumps, she spun around. Letting him watch her ass shake.
He groaned behind her.
She performed a frog leap around the perimeter of the trampoline. Then she did a few twists and faced him again.
Bouncety-bouncety.
That hand started moving faster after her first straddle-split jump. She did jumping toe touches. Pikes. More straddle splits.
Her wiggle, jiggle, flounce and bounce routine really got to him because he let go of his dick and croaked, “Stop. Goddammit, stop, I can’t take any more.” Then both his hands were white-knuckling the netting.
When Georgia dropped to her knees to catch her breath, her body started to stiffen up in places. She’d be sore tomorrow. Really sore in more places than her little-used gymnastics muscles if she had her way.
She crawled across the trampoline, but Tell didn’t open his eyes. But his gaze did snap to hers when she licked his fingers through the mesh. “So? Did this live up to your fantasy?”
He shook his head.
A tiny spark of fear began to burn.
Then his fingertip was tracing her lip. “This is a million times better.”
His words stirred the bad girl into action. She sucked his thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Moaning that she could taste his musky essence lingering there.
He groaned, “Fuck. Me.”
The digit slid out with a wet pop. “Good plan.” Georgia rolled herself up, letting her nipples poke through the mesh.
When Tell tried to capture one, she pulled back and laughed seductively. “You can have me any way you want me, McKay, but you’ve gotta catch me first.”
Tell scrambled over the edge of the trampoline like a primate scaling a banana tree.
God he was amazing. All focused, aroused male.
He yanked his shirt over his head so they were both naked. Wild. Circling each other like wrestlers in the ring.
Then Tell said, “Fuck this,” and launched himself at her, taking the brunt of their bounce on his back as he knocked her off her feet.
She shrieked and he spun her facedown, resting on his haunches as he hiked up her hips.
“I caught you.” He slid her knees out, making a place for himself behind her. He spread her thighs and impaled her to the root on the first deep stroke. “And you’re all mine now. Say it.”
“I’m all yours.” Georgia pushed back to meet his thrusts. Losing her balance when they bounced together, but it felt too good to stop. He’d find the rhythm; he always did.
He pulled out and she whimpered. He sat back, legs out in front of him, and brought her on top of his lap. “That ain’t workin’. You drive.”
She took his hard length in her hand, aligned it to her core and dropped her hips until he filled her completely.
Tell groaned against her chest, his mouth following the damp curve of her breast to her nipple.
Georgia threw her head back and dug
her nails into his shoulders. Trying to find the right tempo of when to lift and lower. Every time she tried to bring that thickness in deeper, they’d bounce—not in a productive way, but in a way that sent them off-kilter. Tell tried to balance them by keeping his hands on the trampoline behind him, but between the suntan oil, the sweat and the bouncing, they slid sideways whenever she moved.
He winced and said, “Stop.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This is pinching my balls.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She carefully scrambled off him.
Tell reached between his thighs and readjusted himself.
She was sweaty, frustrated and she needed a goddamn orgasm. Now. Maybe they should just go in the house.
Georgia looked up to see Tell stalking her on all fours, planting random kisses on her quivering flesh as he positioned his body over hers.
The heat in his eyes made her mouth dry.
He scooped her up, clutching her butt cheeks in his hands and said, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
As soon as she did, he slid her onto his straining dick in one sure and sexy move.
Yes. She glanced down, his knees splayed wide, his flat belly rubbing against hers with every roll of his hips as his shaft disappeared inside her.
He murmured, “Goddamn you feel good on me.”
She surrendered to the sensations of hot, sweaty, intense sex. Feeling those big hands of his squeezing her ass as he helped her ride his cock. Feeling his mouth attacking her throat as their slick bodies glided in opposition.
When their joined bodies bounced, it drove him deeper inside. Every. Time. And she cried out every time. Despite the heat of his body and the rays of sun beating down, her entire body was a mass of goose bumps.
So close. The tightening sensation started in her tailbone and radiated upward.
“You’re there, baby. Take me with you.”
And when Tell gently bit on her earlobe, she lost it.
The orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane; no storm warning, it just swamped her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, making it hard to breathe, to think, to hold on as the power of it inundated her.
The roaring in her ears stopped. Her body quit vibrating from the last storm surge and she slumped against Tell. Sated. And sleepy. The climax flattened her completely.
Then Tell’s hands were holding her face. His sweet, hot mouth was on hers, kissing her with that perfect mix of reverence and gratitude.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered against her lips. “Did you get the name of the coal train that hit us?”
She snickered. “No, but at one point I’m pretty sure I heard circus music.”
“Damn, woman. Once you started to come, you kept coming, and I was toast.” He placed soft kisses on wherever his lips could land. “So fuckin’ hot.”
“I think you broke me. I’m pretty sure I have trampoline burns on my knees and elbows.”
“At least you don’t have them on your balls,” he muttered.
Georgia thrust her hands into his hair, tilting his head back to gaze into his eyes. “Buck up, cowboy. The trampoline was your idea.”
“You really think I’m gonna complain about a sex injury that I got after fucking on a trampoline?” He grinned and punctuated each word with a kiss. “Not. On. Your. Life. Baby.”
“You’re such a guy.”
“And I just proved it.” He swatted her ass. “Come on. Let’s go in and get cleaned up.”
Although the suntan oil and sweat was scrubbed clean from her body, Georgia wasn’t anxious to leave the enclosed shower. Hot water, hot man, after hot sex—what more could she want?
“God. Your skin is amazing. I could spend all day just touchin’ it. So soft. So perfect.” Tell’s finger followed the arch of her spine from the middle of her back, down the crack of her ass.
She didn’t move.
Those hypnotic blue eyes never left hers. The shower pelted her shoulders, spraying fine water particles on his face. The misty droplets caught on the dark hair on his cheeks and on his long eyelashes. In that moment, with his intense gaze, he was the most breathtaking man she’d ever seen.
Oh, he was dangerous. She’d do anything he wanted, be anything he desired, if only he’d look at her like that forever.
But you’re leaving, remember?
She didn’t want to think about it now. Not when Tell was setting her blood on fire with the heat in his eyes and turning her world upside down with the addictive power of his touch.
His finger stopped on her anus. He insistently stroked the pucker. Pressing a little harder, inserting just a fingertip inside, continuing to gently swirl against the clenched muscle.
She couldn’t look away even when her cheeks turned bright red. No man had ever breached that part of her.
“Ever been fucked here?”
“No.”
Tell made a soft snarl. “This is mine. If you hadn’t noticed, I ain’t a patient man when it comes to what I want from you. And I want everything.”
Georgia lost the ability to breathe.
“You will give it to me, won’t you?”
She nodded.
“I want it now.” He angled the shower spray so it hit the floor. Then he reached for a small tube, cracked it open and coated his fingers.
“You keep lube in your shower?”
“Yep. I like to jack off in here.”
Her heart raced when he lowered his head.
He allowed two soft brushes of his lips over hers and whispered, “Relax.” Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth as he slipped his finger into her ass.
That felt weird. Not bad, just not normal. She kissed him as that slippery digit moved in and out, her body tensed with anticipation and a little fear.
His mouth slid to her chin and he scattered kisses up the line of her jaw, dipping down to suck on the spot on her neck that made her crazy. Dizzy. Mad with want.
Those warm, full lips feathered across her ear. “Come like this. Touch your clit.”
Reaching between her legs, she reveled in the eroticism of Tell’s hand already there. She placed her hand on his, feeling him slide his finger deep into her anal passage.
“Fuckin’ hot as hell, Georgia. Give me more.”
She let her fingertip pass over the strip of skin separating the two openings. She wiggled her middle finger into her pussy, coating it with her juices and dragging her fingertip to the swollen flesh.
“When I fuck your ass this first time? I’m gonna take you from behind. That way I can pull your hair and bite the back of your neck because I know that drives you wild.”
God, it turned her on when he whispered such raunchy things. Soft moans began to drift from her mouth as she fingered her clit and Tell worked another finger into her ass. Stretching her. Building another level of anticipation to the point she began to shake.
When she realized the head of his cock was rubbing on the inside of her arm, she moved her arm faster, increasing the friction for both of them.
Tell snared her mouth in a blistering kiss.
Georgia lost herself in this moment. Touching. Tasting. Absorbing the new sensation. Feeling hot, wet flesh sliding together. Hearing harsh breathing and the patter of water droplets against the glass shower door.
Her finger flicked her clit rapidly until the tingling energy gathered momentum at the base of her spine.
Tell ripped his mouth free and rasped, “Eyes on mine as you come.”
That demand tipped her over the edge.
She moaned his name as the pulsations overtook everything. Her ass clenched around his finger. Her pussy spasmed and her clit pulsed. She gasped with each throb of pleasure, watching satisfaction flare in Tell’s eyes.
Then his fingers were gone and he ground out, “Turn around.”
Her heart still crashed against her chest as she braced herself.
He spread her ass cheeks and the thick cockhead slipped over her anus. Back and forth until she had t
he burning need for more contact.
“Tell.”
“Relax and let me in, sweetness. It’ll feel amazing. I promise.”
She nodded. One, two, three prods. On the fourth stab, the tip breached that resistant ring.
“Breathe, baby. I’m gonna go slow.” Then his mouth was skimming her shoulder as he eased in, inch by inch.
Her ass burned. But an odd sort of burning that wasn’t painful, just constant.
“So tight. Goddamn. It’s like having my dick in hot velvet. You okay?”
“Mmm.”
“I’m gonna move now.”
He withdrew, not fully, and pushed back in. Slowly. Carefully. Methodically.
Tell was the mindful lover, even when she felt his shaking and his need to unleash the power of his body on hers. The burning had faded and again, Georgia had that unnamed need for more.
“Tell?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me. Like you want. Remember when you said you wouldn’t have to worry about breaking me when you fuck me hard? Do it now.”
A warning growl was all she got before his hand was fisted in her hair, pulling her head to the side so his mouth could latch onto her neck.
That’s when he withdrew past the tight muscle and slammed back in.
Goose bumps erupted as he fucked her. Pausing at her sphincter, rimming it before pushing his thick shaft into her bowels. The bite of pain in her scalp matched the bite of pain in her ass and she liked it; she liked letting go.
His hips pistoned faster. Harder. Drilling into her anal passage with every deep plunge He released a hoarse shout and wet warmth bathed her swollen tissues. He pumped and pumped until he had nothing left. Until he was panting. Until he muttered nonsense into her hair. He cranked her head around and took her mouth in a brutal kiss. A kiss that was the perfect end to this dark pleasure.
His spent cock retreated and he turned the water spray on them, although it was nearly ice cold.
Georgia faced him, curling her hand around his nape, resting her damp forehead on his chest. Letting his body hold hers up because she felt as solid as a noodle.
Then those rough hands swept up her back, making her shiver anew.
“Had enough water games for today?”
“Uh-huh.”
She didn’t move much as Tell tended to her. Lifting her out of the shower. Toweling off every inch of her body. Spreading her out on his rumpled sheets.
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