by Nikki Sloane
Her eyes thickened with irritation, but lust was buried beneath. “You’re not?”
I liked when she told me what to do, but I wasn’t a pushover, and I had no problem being the one in charge. Half the time, I let Erika think she was the one taking the lead when it was really me.
Who was actually in control anyway when one person ordered the other to take the reins?
“Is that what I am to you?” I gripped her hair at the base of her scalp and tugged hard enough to get her attention. “Just some kid? Because you let me do some very adult things to you.”
It excited me when she went weak at my words, her lips parting to drag in a shallow breath.
“You want that, don’t you?” I demanded. “For me to fuck you all the ways your husband wouldn’t?” I dropped the volume of my voice until it was a growl. “In all the places he wouldn’t?”
“Oh, Christ,” she gasped.
She’d confessed to me she’d never had anal sex. I hadn’t either, really. The one girl from my past who’d been open to the idea changed her mind five seconds in.
I was excited to try it with Erika at some point, and she’d dropped plenty of hints she was eager too. But right now, I was more talk than promise. She’d gone over my head to make this decision about my career, and I needed to remind her I was capable of making decisions too.
I slammed my mouth over hers, silencing her moan of approval. I wasn’t going to ask how she wanted it this time, and I didn’t need to either. We’d been together long enough I could tell. Plus, we were both angry at the situation and looking for a way to blow off steam.
When I stroked a hand between her legs, right over the fabric of her bikini bottom, she jolted and broke the kiss. Her gaze flew down the slope of her lawn toward the party still going on around Preston’s pool. The sound was quieter up here, but we could still hear the music and the people laughing over it. We were partially obscured in the shade, but not exactly hidden from their view.
I’d expected her to drag me into the air conditioning of her house, but instead she clamped a hand on my wrist and tugged me toward the pool house. Not to the workshop door, but to the side of it.
There was a slatted partition wrapping around the outside of the brick building and covered by the overhang of the roof. I’d never had a reason to go into her outdoor shower before. If I’d needed to rinse off my hands, I’d used the garden hose or the sink inside the pool house.
The open-air shower was spacious and bare, other than a hanging wire rack full of shampoo and lotions. I stood on the textured concrete floor as Erika cranked the handle attached to the chrome pipe that climbed up the brick wall and ended in a large rainfall showerhead. Right before the water began to pour and drip from it, she stepped back, shed her cover-up, and hung it on one of the hooks at the doorway.
Fucking her in the shower had been on my to-do list, but this? It was so much hotter. We were secluded back here, but it felt like we were out in the open. There was a party going on just across her lawn.
“If you get too loud,” I set a hand on her hip and eased us both under the falling water, “someone might hear us.”
The shower was barely warm, but that was good. It was hot enough outside and between us. In seconds, we were drenched, and her nipples poking through her bikini top begged for attention.
She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as I pinched one of them, surprise making her blink her pretty blue eyes rapidly.
That’s right, Erika. I’m in charge.
As soon as my message had been received, I put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. Now we were both facing the partition, and I jerked her back into me, so her ass pressed against the top of my thigh. It put my hard-on right beside her hand that dangled at her hip.
To show her what I wanted, I tugged open my trunks and let them fall to the water pooling at our feet, and my dick swung free. Shit, it felt fucking amazing when she closed her fist around me. Her grip was tight, and stayed snug as I moved my hips, slowly sawing my dick back and forth through her hand.
My mouth was beside her ear, and I grunted with pleasure at her touch. I could touch too, though. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand to cup her tits and the other to play with her pussy. I started over the bikini. I toyed with her through the damp fabric as she worked me over.
The stroke of her hand made my heart go out of rhythm. I did a fair share of cardio along with my lifting schedule, but it blew my mind how quickly Erika could raise my heartrate. It was already difficult to catch my breath.
At least I had the same effect on her.
I shoved my hand inside her bikini bottom, rubbed her clit, and when she began to pant, I pushed my middle finger inside. A sinful chuckle broke from me as she arched her back and her hand stopped moving on me mid-pump. Like the sensation of it was almost too much to handle.
“That’s just one finger,” I whispered. “But this pussy’s so wet, you want another?”
She shivered. “Yes.”
Her body was hot and slick, and she moaned when I eased my ring finger in to join the one already fucking her. I liked using my middle fingers in this position. It meant I could rub my palm against her clit and give her stimulation, inside and out.
Her hand that wasn’t wrapped around my dick reached up behind her, until she could grab onto the back of my neck. The curve she created with her body made me wild. My hand jerked at her top, trying to get it up, or down, or sideways . . . whatever would get it out of my fucking way.
She let go of the back of my neck and undid the hook on hers. The band around her was still hooked closed, but I ignored it at first because her straps hung down and her tits were finally free, and I could see what I wanted.
Her smooth skin was damp from the swimsuit and the mist of the water falling nearby, and I ran my palm from the globe of one perfect breast to the other. The last five years of guitar had taught me to be good with my hands, and I used my skills to tease her to the point her sighs became whines of need.
Fuck it. Enough foreplay. I needed to get my dick inside her.
I stepped back, pulling my throbbing dick out of her hand, and I quickly undid the other hook that was keeping her top up. It fell onto the drain with a sopping noise, and I used a foot to push both it and my shorts off to the side.
Erika was as desperate as I was, because she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms and peeled them down her long legs. I clenched a hand on the cheek of her ass as it came into view. I was a classic guy. Tits and ass got the job done for me every time.
“This ass,” I said appreciatively, “was made for trouble.”
She liked hearing that, because she reached out, flattened her hands against the partition in front of her, and stepped out of the swimsuit wrapped around her ankles, spreading her feet on the shower floor. She was partially bent over, her ass presented to me.
Her question was rushed, like she wanted to ask it before she chickened out. “Is it an ass made for fucking?”
My dick jerked, and heat seared across my nerve endings. As excited as I was, it came from me in a dubious tone. “You want me to fuck your ass right now?”
“I want you to fuck my pussy.” She wiggled her hips, taunting me. Her voice was seductive, yet breathless. “There’s a bottle of coconut oil in here, so you can use that for your fingers first, and then . . .” It was as if her directions were so hot, she could barely speak them. “Spread it all over your big cock, and when we’re ready, you’ll slide it inside my ass.”
I nearly came.
Instead, I swallowed thickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
She held perfectly still as I stepped up behind her and rubbed the head of my dick against her clit, both to tease her and orient myself. Her gasp dripped with satisfaction as I pushed inside her, and her hot pussy clamped down. I immediately set a fast tempo, because sometimes slow-fucking her felt too good. I needed to last.
I had one hand on her shoulder and the other anchored on her hip and
drove into her. The slap of our wet bodies was loud and sharp, but I wasn’t worried about anyone over at Preston’s house hearing it. Erika’s moans, though?
“Shh,” I whispered, grinning.
She said it mindlessly, like it was a valid excuse. “It feels so good.”
I agreed. It was why I reached behind me and searched for the bottle of oil among the shampoos and conditioners. As soon as I had it, I popped the top and poured some into my hand. It was like baby oil, but smelled much nicer, and I let the excess drip down onto her.
I’d slowed to a stop and was lodged deep inside her, and the noise of the shower water falling and gurgling down the drain was the only sound when I peeled her backside apart and dripped more coconut oil on her. I left the cap open and set it aside in the rack, then swirled the tip of my finger over her asshole.
She moaned encouragingly.
Her hands were splayed out on the partition slats, and as my finger pressed and began to intrude, her hands curled into loose fists. I went slowly and carefully, not wanting it to be uncomfortable, moving in and out until most of my finger was buried inside the tight ring of muscles.
“Good?” I whispered.
“Yeah.” And to prove it, she gently rocked her hips, making her slide on both my finger and my dick.
My head swam with pleasure. Not only did it feel amazing, it looked amazing too. “You’re so goddamn hot, Erika.” I murmured. “Who said you could be so hot?”
She sighed with contentment, and her head hung down. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew what pleasure looked like when it ran through her, and I was sure her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, rounding into silent ‘oh’s.
When she seemed relaxed enough with one finger, I tested her readiness with a second.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Your pussy just got ten times tighter.”
Her moan in response was so loud, I froze. Okay, that one was definitely loud enough someone might question it. She whimpered, annoyed that I’d stopped, and I hesitantly resumed the glide of both my fingers and my dick inside her body.
Her legs were shaking, but it was obviously in pleasure. Our moans mingled together as I increased my speed. It was wild how I could feel my fingers on me from inside her pussy. I was tingling and buzzing, and I clenched my jaw to hold back the desire to come.
“I want it now, Troy.”
I withdrew my hips, sliding my dick out of her, and with the new space between our bodies, it gave me more room to maneuver. I thrust my first two fingers deep between her cheeks. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here?” The words tasted deliciously dirty. “In this virgin asshole?”
Once again, she shivered. She seemed to love my filthy mouth, and her plea was urgent. “Please.”
Hearing her beg was the sexiest fucking thing ever. I moved as a man with purpose, retreating from her completely so I could do what she’d asked. The bottle of coconut oil was snatched up and I dispensed a shit-ton of it into my hand, slathering it all over me.
I ignored how good the slick slide of my hand felt as I lubed up, and when that was done, the remaining oil on my hand was stroked between her ass cheeks.
The muscles in my chest were tense as I lined us up. Although she’d seemed to be enjoying it a few seconds ago, my dick was a lot bigger than two fingers. I wasn’t going to be comfortable if she wasn’t, and no way was I going to hurt her.
I asked it more for me than her. “Ready?”
She nodded.
With all the prep, her body was still kind of resistant, and it made me nervous with how much force I had to press into her with. Abruptly, the head of my dick pushed inside, and Erika’s sharp gasp made me feel like I’d swallowed a brick. I froze, unsure.
The shower continued to run, but otherwise everything was still. I wasn’t even breathing.
Her arms were tense, but her fingers unfurled from fists and pressed against the vinyl slats. And then she began to move minutely. Just a fraction of an inch at a time. I was only barely inside her, but I had to close my eyes. The visual of what we were doing was going to send me over the edge.
Her painstakingly slow movements began to increase, taking more of me with each pass as I held absolutely still. I couldn’t help it, the words spilled from my mouth. “God, I love it when you fuck me.”
She sighed dreamily. “Me too.”
Warning lights flashed inside my body and bliss traveled up my spine in waves. Don’t come. Wait.
Fingertips brushed against my sack and I glanced down. She was touching herself, and—fuck me—my dick was halfway inside her now. I palmed her ass cheeks and peeled her open so I had a better view.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
She didn’t answer right away. Maybe she was struggling for the right word. I hoped for ‘good’ or some variation. Her tone was incredulous. “Crazy.”
The brick in my stomach weighed me down some more. “Do you want to stop?”
There was no hesitation this time. “No.” She kind of laughed. “You’ve got a big dick. Give a girl a second to get used to it.”
I let out a tight breath.
When I relaxed, she did too, and suddenly it was easier for her to take me deeper. I groaned from the sensation. It wasn’t just how tight and different it felt, it was all the other shit that went along with it. How hot she looked with me inside her. That I was the first guy she’d wanted to try it with. How perfectly in sync we were.
I don’t know how it happened, but at some point she handed control back to me. I was the one fucking her now, slow and deep, while she had one hand bracing herself against the wall and the other between her legs.
She said it like a warning. “I’m going to come so fast.”
“That’s going to make me come,” I fired back.
I didn’t want her so far away when it happened. I leaned over, setting my hand beside hers on the partition, and used my other hand to turn her head toward mine.
I drank in her moans as they swelled and crushed them under my kiss when she came. Her rhythmic pulses choked my dick, and I groaned as the orgasm roared toward me, feeling like my body had been cranked up to eleven.
We didn’t talk about how she wanted it, so as I began to come, I pulled out. Hopefully, my timing hadn’t been terrible or I’d ruined her orgasm, but it was impossible to hold back any longer. I pumped my fist on my dick, stroking a few furious thrusts, before shooting streaks of cum across her perfect ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my whole body twitching with electricity and satisfaction.
Our hurried, labored breath was louder than the shower. I filled a hand with water and used it to gently wipe away the mess I’d created before she decided to get creative again.
Maybe it was my cooling body or the sudden breeze whipping through the slated partition that caused a chill to cling to my skin. An eerie awareness rolled through and my heart thudded oddly inside my rib cage.
There was a shadowy reflection in the water pooled at our feet that hadn’t been there earlier. I glanced toward the shower’s doorway—
Erika’s ex-husband stood at the entrance, and judging by the horror running across his face, he’d been there a while.
TWENTY-ONE
Erika
When I felt Troy solidify into stone, I wiped the dampness from under my eyes, straightened, and followed his gaze.
No.
Clark stood at the entrance of the shower, backlit by the bright, sunny afternoon behind him, his gaze fixated on our naked bodies.
I said it both in my head and out loud. “What the fuck, Clark?”
There wasn’t much point to shielding my nakedness from him. When we were married, we weren’t shy about nudity. He had no right to look now, but still he had the audacity to do it anyway. In my surprise, my brain was slow to understand why he was looking at me like my body was unfamiliar.
It was because he hadn’t seen my breasts since my surgery.
His stunned gaze flicked away from mine and la
nded on Troy, and his voice was hollow and powerless. It was as if he were shell-shocked. “This is a surprise.”
And as suddenly as he’d appeared, Clark turned the corner and vanished from our sight. I scooped up my drenched bikini bottoms as Troy did the same, reaching for his shorts.
Hurried footsteps crunched over the pebbles in the rock garden as Clark fled.
“Fuck,” I spat out. “Wait.”
My hands were flustered and clumsy. Putting on a swimsuit in a hurry was hard, but a wet one was impossible. Why the hell hadn’t I brought a towel over? My cover-up was basically a useless accessory. Something cute I’d added to my cart when buying the swimsuit because it was on clearance.
Troy had it much easier than me and had finished doing up his fly when I reached for my top.
“Should I go after him?” He asked it in a hurried voice, but it couldn’t hide how desperately he did not want to do that. Troy actively disliked my ex-husband, and surely saw this as another unwanted intrusion into my life. If anything, he’d want Clark gone as fast as possible.
What would Troy even say to him anyway?
I hesitated long enough that the gate crashed closed, making what I wanted irrelevant. Best case scenario, Clark would be backing out of the driveway by the time I made it to the fence.
“No, let him go.” I struggled to put my top back in place as he shut off the shower.
“What was he doing here?”
I snatched the cover-up off the hook and jammed an arm into it. “Besides trespassing? No clue. I don’t know why he would think it was okay for him to come back here without permission. This isn’t his house, it’s mine.”
I marched out into the sun and to the end of the pool deck, peering down the slope of my lawn to spy the backend of Clark’s BMW as he sped off. Frustration tightened inside me. He hadn’t called or texted to ask if—
Shit.
I wouldn’t know if he had because I’d blocked his number.
Troy stood beside me, the air between us tense. He watched me cautiously, not sure how to react or what to say, and it only grew more intense as time dragged on.
