Poolside Passion (Forbidden Fruit - Book 1)

by Eden Devoe

  Poolside Passion

  Book 1: Forbidden Fruit Series

  By Eden Devoe

  Text copyright © 2013 Eden Devoe Books

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  Poolside Passion

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  Poolside Passion

  The sun’s rays on her skin felt deliciously warm as Ami lay in her backyard, relaxing. For once, the house was quiet, and she was determined to take advantage of the moments she could. Her son had taken his younger sister to an afternoon movie, given her a little breathing room. She loved her kids, but it was nice to have a little time to herself now and then.

  She laid there, her pale white skin soaking in the first rays of the season, taking stock of her life. It was a good one, in her opinion. She had her two angels, she had her health, plenty of money, and was still young enough to enjoy life. The only thing missing was a companion. Her husband, the love of her life, had passed nearly two years before, and she was lonely. She had been with him since high school. They had gotten married when she was just 16 and pregnant, at the insistence of his father, a very powerful man. His family was rich and more than able to take care of them and a new born child while John, who was older than her by almost 4 years, finished his university career and started to make a name for himself in the world.

  Although the decision to marry had seemed rushed to them both in the beginning, neither of them had ever regretted it for a single second. They had been very much in love, and it was a love that had grown daily, aging like a fine wine. They had built a hell of a life together.

  His death had been a blow she had barely recovered from. It had been so sudden. He’d left for work one morning, kissing her goodbye and telling her he loved her more than life itself, and never made it home. She had been devastated. If she hadn’t had her kids to keep her grounded, to remind her she had responsibilities in the world, she was certain she would have wasted away with heartbreak during that first year. Things were better now, though the sadness was still there, swirling below the surface. John’s death had left a hole in her heart that she couldn’t fill and wasn’t certain she wanted to, but it was time to at least try dating again. She needed human interaction, needed the comfort of a masculine touch on her skin. She needed to be fucked, plain and simple. But the idea of dating was daunting, which is why she hadn’t tried yet. Soon, she kept telling herself. Soon.

  “Mom!” The voice of her son, Adam, pulled her from her thought abruptly. She looked around from the lounge chair she was sprawled upon in her bikini with a slight frown. Had so much time passed already? She saw her son making his way toward her skirting the edge of the pool carefully with a young man in tow that she didn’t recognize.

  Adam stopped a few feet from her, happy grin on his face. “Mom, look who came to visit!”

  She stared up at the young man standing just to the left of her son and couldn’t quite place him. After a long moment of silence Adam blurted out, “You remember Clay, don’t you? From down the street? He’s back from college.”

  Recognition dawned instantly, and she understood why she hadn’t been able to place him right away. The last time she had seen her son’s friend he had been a skinny little kid just graduating high school. He had certainly filled out over the last three years or so. He now looked broad and muscular. She could see muscles rippling under his almost too tight t-shirt every time he shifted. He was hot, extremely hot, and she felt instantly aroused. The feeling was closely followed by a burst of shame for thinking such unwholesome thoughts about a friend of the family, though she did her best to hide it.

  She smiled brightly up at them. “Of course I remember Clay!” she replied in a friendly tone. “It’s good to see you. Back for the summer?”

  “Ya, mom’s been bugging me to come home since I went away, but I haven’t had time. I’ve been taking summer classes each year so I could graduate early,” he replied in a voice that was much deeper than she remembered. It sent a pleasant shiver racing down her spine.

  She gave him a beaming smile. “She must be so proud of you. And I’m sure she’s thrilled to see you.”

  He gave her a brilliant smile that made her heart beat just the tiniest bit faster. “It’s good to be home,” he admitted. “Good to see old friends.” He reached out and grasped Adam’s shoulder, squeezing softly before letting go. Adam’s giant grin told her that the sentiment was shared.

  “Adam,” a small, insistent voice called from near the house, interrupting them. “ADAM!” Pause. “Aaaadddaaaaammmmmm!”

  She heard her son give a heavy sigh. “That’s Emily. I promised I’d help her make a snack when we got home.” He frowned and glanced hopefully at her, but Ami shook her head ever so slightly. Emily would just pester her until she sent in Adam, and they both knew it. Her son rolled his eyes slightly in acknowledgment and sighed again. “I have to go help the pipsqueak for a bit. Uhh…” He glanced back and forth between Clay and the house, uncertain.

  Clay saved him the trouble of having to worry about what to do. “I’ll hang out here by the pool with your mom, if that’s cool with her. Would be nice to catch up for a bit.”

  She gave him a pleasant smile. “Of course. You can tell me all about school.” She gestured to one of the chairs next to her.

  “Cool,” Adam replied with a nod, clearly relieved that Clay wasn’t ready to leave just yet. “I’ll bring us back something cold to drink when I return. Beer?”

  “Sounds good.”

  Adam paused, looking sheepish and gave her a hopeful glance. “Is that ok?”

  She sighed. “One,” she replied, knowing he would understand. “No more than that.” He was below the legal age for drinking, but he had recently turned 18, and in her mind, if he was old enough to vote or give his life in service to his country, he was old enough to know whether or not he could handle a beer or so now and again. She was still his mom though, and had to pretend to be the bad guy, at least a little. “And bring one back for me while you’re at it,” she added as an afterthought.

  Adam smiled, rolled his eyes and said, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  Clay waved in return and settled into the chair opposite her, staring blatantly at her. Even though the afternoon was quite bright, he had his sunglasses perched on top of his golden brown locks, allowing her to see his brilliant green eyes staring at her, taking in every inch of her frame. He gave her a cocky, yet endearing smile when their eyes met. “You’re looking damn good, Mrs. K, smoking even.”

  She chuckled in return, pleased at the compliment. She had worked hard over the years to keep in good shape, and although she was a little rounder, a little curvier than she had been in her younger days, she thought the softness of her angles gave her a sexier look. The young man sitting in front of her now certainly seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing. “You aren’t too shabby yourself, Clay. You’ve filled out well.”

  His smile broadened. “Been working out,” he bragged. “You like.”

  She nodded. “You must get attention from lots of the girls in your university.”

  It was his turn
to chuckle. “I turn my share of heads,” he replied flippantly, “but most of them are a little too young for me. I’m more into older women.”

  “Older women, huh?” she asked, somewhat amused by the unexpected direction the conversation had taken.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a fake southern accent, something she found amusing and sexy. “And if I can say, you are one of the hottest older women I’ve ever laid eyes upon.” He licked his lips in appreciation and did another sweep of her form from top to bottom.

  She almost laughed but kept it locked up tight for fear of insulting him, which was not her intent. She was just amused by the fact that standing before her, flirting in the most outrageous manner, was a boy – man she corrected herself – who had spent numerous nights sleeping in her house or in her back yard with her son. The last time she had seen him, he had been a skinny teenager who had been too shy to say more than ‘hi’ to her. That had definitely changed, and she found she liked it. A lot. Emboldened by his brazen flirting, she decided she would play along with his game and see where it led. She expected him to back down and was secretly hoping he wouldn’t. “Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing,” she replied, allowing her southern roots to come out in her voice: an accent she had taken pains to smoother over the years. It sounded deliciously sultry to her own ears. “I could just eat you up.” She licked her own lips, slowly and suggestively, making certain he watched her every move. She saw his eyes widen slightly and was surprised to see the intense lust reflected in his gaze. She was starting to believe that he wasn’t actually playing a game.

  They stared at each other for what felt like forever. She could feel her cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit, his gaze was so intense. Just when she was certain he was about to rise from his chair and kiss her, movement from the house caught her eye. She could see Adam struggling to tug open the patio doors with an armload of beer and knew the game was about to end. Which, surprisingly, she found herself extremely disappointed about. She leaned forward, giving him a great view of her ample cleavage and said in a hushed tone, “If you come by on Saturday when the kids are out of State visiting their grandparents…” she paused and gave him a small wink, “we both might get EXACTLY what we want.” She raised one slim, well-manicured hand to her throat and began trailing her fingers softly downward, watching his eyes follow every motion, a hunger in his gaze that was almost palpable. She paused at her breasts, lingering for several heartbeats, enjoying the feel of his eyes there. With a small, sensual sigh, she continued downward, fingers skimming across her belly, stopping just at the edge of her bikini bottoms. His bright green eyes widened comically as she pushed the edge down just a fraction, hinting at what her words had meant.

  Adam’s voice startled both of them enough that they jumped. “I could only find the imported beer,” he called, finally making his way into the back yard, “That ok, Mom?”

  She blinked once or twice, trying to recompose herself before answering. “Of course, darlin’,” she said with a sweet smile. “Anything for our honored guest.” She met Clay’s eyes and dropped a small wink. “Anything at all.”

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  Ami found herself lying in the sun once again, this time with her bikini top lying beside her, sipping some sort of tropical drink her housekeeper, Soomin, had whipped up for her. The woman had discovered it on a recent trip down south and was eager to share. It was a touch too sweet and could use a bit more alcohol in Ami’s opinion, but it wasn’t bad. Besides, a tropical drink was just the thing she needed to make herself believe she was on a beach somewhere sunning herself rather than lying by her own pool. She wanted to take a vacation, but with the kids in tow, it often turned out to be less than relaxing. She also hadn’t taken one since John’s death, and it was just one more thing that she was afraid to do alone.

  The breeze stirred slightly, feeling nice against her warm skin, and making her nipples tingle and harden ever so slightly. It was an odd sensation to have wind blowing across her exposed chest, mostly because she rarely allowed herself such a luxury. The house was always jam-packed with people: Adam’s and Emily’s friends moved in and out of the house like they were her own kids, appearing at random times and in different locations through the house and backyard. She was relaxed enough not to stress over them seeing her in her bikinis, but she didn’t really want to chance exposing herself to children. Today, though, the house would be free of extra guests. She had sent her own away to visit their grandparents out of state. The only person around was Soomin, and she wasn’t offended by nudity. She also rarely came into the backyard unless she had no other choice. She distrusted water, and the pool made her edgy.

  For the time being, there was little to no chance of being seen sunbathing topless. That was, unless Clay decided to show up, and she would be more than alright with that. She had her doubts that he would. It was one thing to flirt, even as blatantly as they had been, but a whole other thing to put yourself out there and actually show up. She was, after all, the mother of his childhood friend. The age difference alone should have been enough to keep him away. Which was a damn shame, in her opinion. She truly wanted to get her hands on that lovely body of his and have some fun. He had the physique of Greek god. She had spent the last few days replaying the conversation between them over and over again and fantasizing what she would do to him or let him do to her.

  As her mind turned in that direction, her hands began to wander her body. She caressed the tips of her breasts with her thumbs and index fingers, rolling them back and forth lightly, alternating with hard pinches. It was a wonderful feeling, one that sent delicious tingles all through her body. It also made her exceptionally horny. She let out a sigh, still rolling her nipples playfully and gave some though to reaching between her legs and taking care of the need growing there. It would be quick and satisfying, but she decided not to. On the off chance that Clay showed up, she wanted to feel like this to greet him. It would take away some of the nervous tension that might otherwise stop her from pursuing her sexy thoughts. She knew one thing for certain, if he did show she wasn’t going to let him leave again until he had fucked her silly. Twice, she told herself with a little giggle.

  The thought of his thick rod inside her, filling her up in a way toys or her own fingers just couldn’t accomplish, was making her so wet suddenly she was certain her bikini bottoms had to be soaked. Despite her previous decision, she found her fingers skimming over the edge of the material. Ami rubbed her thighs together, moaning ever so softly as the fire between her legs flared brightly. She continued rubbing them back and forth, teasing herself mercilessly for several minutes. It wasn’t enough, though. She slipped her right hand under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, cupping her mound. Her fingers felt instantly soaked. She couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since she had been this turned on, and when her release came, whether with a partner or solo, it would be explosive. And one would not be enough, not by a long shot. If Clay didn’t show by dinnertime, she envisioned a night of toys and a good erotic book or two, or maybe even a prono. Either way, she was determined to have a good, and tiring, time.

  She slipped a finger between the lips of her mound and moaned again, louder this time, as the tip brushed against the sensitive nub hidden there. It was deliciously swollen with arousal and even the lightest touch was sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. The temptation to rub fast and find satisfaction was nearly impossible to resist, but she managed somehow. Teasing only, she told herself fiercely.

  She flicked her finger over her clit again, loving the sensation. It made her wiggle in her seat. To add to the feeling, she closed her eyes and pictured Clay kneeling before her, head nestled between her thighs, his tongue lapping at the tender nub, teasing. She wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the thought was making her even wetter than she had been.

  “Thinking about me while you do that?” a deep and definitely manly voice asked suddenly, startling her so badly she let o
ut a tiny squeal.

  Ami’s eyes flew open, and she yanked her hand back out of her pants so fast the elastic snapped painfully against her skin. Her heart was racing, and she could feel her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she stared up at Clay, looking particularly hot in nothing but a pair of white, baggy beach shorts. The color worked spectacularly well with his deeply tanned skin. She could see that the front of his shorts was sporting quite a bulge, and it made her feel a little better about being caught in such an act. He had clearly enjoyed what he had seen. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded in a tone that was almost scolding.

  He gave her a devilish grin. “Long enough to wish it was my hand in your pants, stroking you.”

  Her heart skipped a small beat, and she stared up at him, a little surprised by his words. She knew she shouldn’t be. There could be only one reason he would show up at her home today, and yet hearing his make such a blatant statement still took her by surprise.

  He took the seat next to her, staring intently at her, the bulge in his pants painfully evident. She found her vision drawn to it. She couldn’t pull her eyes away. Ami licked her lips unconsciously, suddenly desperate to lock them around whatever he was hiding in those pants. She had always enjoyed the feeling of a cock sliding in and out of her mouth and couldn’t wait to get her lips around Clay’s.

  He chuckled, noticing where her eyes were locked, and said, “You know, part of me thought there was no way you were serious in your flirting the other day, that you were just playing with me.” He placed a hand over his clothed erection, rubbing it through the fabric. “But seeing you like this, seeing that look in your eyes,” he paused and she glanced up to see him licking his own lips, “watching you gaze hungrily at what I have here…” He slid his pants downward, freeing his cock. It sprang upward, eager to be free of its constraints, and stood proudly at attention. She felt her eyes widen slightly as she gazed at it, unable to tear her eyes away. He was bigger than she had imagined, and she had a vivid imagination. It was one of the most beautiful dicks she had ever laid eyes upon, and she almost drooled with anticipation. Her pussy certainly did. He continued speaking, drawing her attention away from beautiful cock for just a moment. “Now I don’t care if you were playing or not, I’m not leaving here until I’ve stuck this,” he shook his dick at her, chuckling as her eyes followed every little motion, “inside you and fucked you so long and hard, you’ll beg me to stop.” He stood abruptly, dick bouncing slightly with the motion, and pushed his pants to the ground. He took several steps toward her until he was just an inch or so from her face. He reached out and gently grasped the closest breast, groaning in approval. “You want that, don’t you? Want me to fuck you?”