The kiss was far steamier than the first innocent peck we’d shared. Gavin’s lips lingered on mine as his fingers slid into my long dark hair. Despite being in a swimming pool, I felt heat spread over me like wildfire. It was like Gavin was gasoline, immediately lighting me ablaze with just one kiss or sometimes, even a look.
I burned so hot for him it hurt.
As our tongues danced, our bodies were so close they were nearly touching. Mine was screaming out with desire, begging to feel Gavin’s hands caress all my most sensitive places. That’s when I remembered we were both naked, the shimmering water the only thin veil we had.
Reluctantly, I pulled back.
“Don’t worry, no one will see us,” Gavin reassured me. He sounded as breathless as I felt. “The fence is high and all the neighbors’ houses are dark. No one has any idea we’re here.”
“It’s not that,” I replied somewhat apologetically. Ugh, I didn’t want to have this talk. It was going to ruin the moment and I hadn’t had a moment like this in far too long. Words seemed so insufficient given what I was feeling. I just wanted our bodies to do the talking for us. Oh, the things mine would say to him…
“What is it, then?”
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“Give me one good reason.”
“We could get caught,” I replied at once. Of course that wasn’t what I was really worried about, but it kept me from having to admit the truth. I didn’t want Gavin to know how utterly terrified I was of this…of him. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself.
“Fine…give me two good reasons,” Gavin challenged me, clearly wanting me every bit as badly as I wanted him. Saying no was hard for me, too. Turning him down was like sweet torture. It was like I was on a diet and he was chocolate, tempting and satisfying and completely off limits.
“You’re my boss.”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t.” He stopped then and looked at me…I mean really looked at me. “What is it?” he pressed, sensing there was something I was holding back. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Instead of telling him what was bothering me, I decided to interrogate him. “How divorced are you?” I demanded, staring him down in a way I hoped would intimidate and command the truth. “If you’re lying to me I’ll be able to tell so don’t even think about it,” I bluffed.
Gavin looked confused. “What do you mean? You’re either divorced or you’re not, right?”
At one time I’d thought that, too. But I’d since changed my way of thinking. “You can be a little divorced or a lot divorced,” I insisted, standing my ground. “Just answer the question. Are we talking trial separation or open marriage or she’s half-moved out but still gives you blowjobs or…?”
“Oh,” he said as understanding set in. “Everything was finalized years ago. She’s remarried now. We haven’t even spoken in years.” Then he chuckled as he thought about what I’d said. “You have quite the way with words, Mina Sinclair.”
“This can’t go anywhere,” I cautioned him even as relief washed over me. “I’m not looking for, you know, that right now. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. If we have sex it doesn’t mean we’re together or anything, okay?”
A slow smile spread over Gavin’s handsome face. “Does that mean you’re considering having sex with me?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
Every fiber of my being was tingling with desire. Gavin was right there in front of me, ready and willing, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. I wanted him so bad. Why keep denying myself? Just eat the damn chocolate. Just give in and satisfy the craving.
I nodded. “But it’s just sex, nothing more.”
That was all the affirmation he needed. Eagerly, he pinned me against the side of the pool, his arms on either side of my body. I wrapped my legs around him, the weightlessness of being submerged in water adding a strange, almost other worldly effect. I felt his hardness brush against my thigh. It was really going to happen. Oh hell yes!
I wrapped my arms around Gavin’s neck and leaned in close as his hands cupped the curves of my hips. “Do you have a condom?” I whispered in his ear, eager to get to the main event.
Gavin’s body tensed. “Dammit,” he muttered.
“Ugh, are you serious? You don’t?” I asked in disbelief before remembering his declaration that he wasn’t the man-whore everyone thought he was. Maybe there had been some truth to the claim after all, I marvelled.
Under different circumstances I would have been quite happy about it, but what happened to guys who carry condoms in their wallets? Why couldn’t Gavin be one of those guys?
“You’re not on…?”
I shook my head. I’d had no need for birth control since I’d basically cast myself into self-imposed celibacy after things had gone to hell with the professor. “We can’t,” I said simply, trying to cast the regret out of my voice so Gavin wouldn’t sense my weakness and try to change my mind. “I won’t risk it.”
Though I had many regrets about my past, motherhood wasn’t one of them. Some days I felt like the universe was mocking me, yet those brief moments of affection made it all worthwhile. Having Joel had been a blessing in disguise.
But I wished the timing could have been different. Maybe then it wouldn’t have turned my life upside down quite as much. I wished the father could have been someone else, an honorable, responsible man who’d stand by me and his child.
At least I’d learned from my mistakes. I wasn’t about to make the same ones again.
Gavin looked as disappointed as I felt, but only momentarily. Though he didn’t try to be persuasive or talk his way inside me like some of the guys I’d known over the years, he didn’t let go of me either. “There are other things we can do,” he whispered before kissing me again. His mouth was hungry for me, the kisses needful and urgent.
It was plain to see the effect I was having on him. And my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. Being so close to Gavin and feeling his skin against mine was more than I could withstand. I was starving for him.
I let go of his neck and swam away.
“Mina?” Gavin asked uncertainly, following me.
Wordlessly, I hopped up on the side of the pool. I chose a spot where the water was shallower and Gavin was submerged only up to his waist. That served two purposes. One, it made it easier to reach his cock. Two, it gave me a very nice view. Some might say all that wet, naked flesh and those rippling muscles were a feast for the eyes. And my stomach was growling.
Then there was that magnificent cock sticking out of the water obscenely like Poseidon, God of the Sea’s scepter itself. It was bigger than I’d imagined and very, very hard. I licked my lips in longing, wishing I could feel it inside me.
With my legs on either side of Gavin and my toes dangling in the water, I leaned forward so I could reach his manhood. Immediately, Gavin captured one of my erect nipples in his mouth. Biting gently on the rubbery pink morsel, he flicked his tongue against its tender tip causing it to grow even harder.
Gavin’s cock was stiff and ready, throbbing with desire. Experimentally, I stroked the tip, enjoying the way his breath caught in his throat. Next I closed my fist around the veiny shaft, gentle and firm all at once. Then I moved my hand up and down in a rhythmic motion, blatantly mimicking the sex act.
All the while, I wished his rock hard thickness could be inside me. We always lust the most over what we can’t have, don’t we? It’s so unfair.
Hand jobs seemed juvenile, somehow. They were what I’d do back when I was a teenager and wanted to fool around without going All The Way. But then sneaking into somebody’s backyard and skinny dipping in their pool is the epitome of juvenile, isn’t it? Maybe the hand job was appropriate given the circumstances.
And besides, I’d always thought there was something empowering about holding a man in your hand. With your fist wrapped around his throbbing erection, you control his pleasure. He can beg and thrust and hump and try to take ch
arge, but he’s not the one who gets a say. You are. You and you alone decide when and how he cums.
Sometimes it can be fun to tease.
That’s what I was doing now, moving my hand up and down Gavin’s shaft until his head rolled back and his hands clenched hard on my hips. Then, as he was searching for his climax, I’d back off a bit…just enough to take the edge off. As soon as I was satisfied he was back in control of his senses, I’d resume what I was doing.
Despite Gavin’s growls of frustration, I didn’t prolong his climax to be cruel. It was quite the opposite, really. Here’s a tip: patience is one of the best kept secrets of a good fuck session. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with just tearing each other’s clothes off and going at it like two animals – I quite enjoy that, to be honest. But there’s something to be said about anticipation.
Teasing your partner, if done properly, can lead to the most intense orgasm you can imagine.
That’s what I was striving for.
And that’s what I got.
Gavin came with a mighty roar, sounding like a lion as his cock unleashed a torrent of white hot pleasure. The thick, creamy ejaculate spurted all over my hand and ran down my arm. I couldn’t get over how much there was – it was like it went on forever. But of course like all good things, eventually the orgasm came to an end.
And judging by the look on Gavin’s face, it had been a very satisfying end indeed.
Feeling rather pleased with what I’d accomplished, I expected Gavin to take a minute or two to recuperate. His eyes were half shut in an expression of utter contentment. I’d done that, I thought to myself with a tiny smile.
I turned away, looking back at the house to see if I could spot a garden hose anywhere. Call it silly, but I just didn’t feel right about washing off in some poor unsuspecting stranger’s swimming pool!
When Gavin grabbed my hips and pulled me the edge of the water, I was so startled I nearly let out a shout. At first I thought he was going to pull me in, but he stopped before I lost my balance.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, teetering precariously as he arranged me so that my ass was right at the ledge of the pool.
“No one has ever made me cum quite like that before,” he told me appreciatively, still looking glassy-eyed and lust-ridden as he pushed my thighs apart and positioned himself between them. “Now it’s my turn.”
“I’m going to fall in!” I cautioned.
“You won’t,” he assured me, tightening his grip on my legs. “I won’t let you.”
At first it was difficult to surrender myself to Gavin. I was certain I’d slide into the water at any moment, bringing an unceremonious and somewhat comical end to our sexual escapades. But I quickly came to realize that he was right. His grip on me was firm and unwavering, holding me right where he wanted me.
Instinctively, I knew he wouldn’t let me fall.
A moment later I forgot all about gravity and space and time. All I could concentrate on was the excitement welling up inside me as Gavin leaned in and began to kiss my sex. It was something I’d fantasized about more than once but not even my wildest fantasies could live up to the reality of what he was doing to me.
He took his time, teasing the soft, delicate flesh as he kissed his way up to the top of my slit. By the time his mouth neared my swelling clitoris, I was aching for him. I tried to arch my back and thrust my hips toward him, but Gavin’s tight grip didn’t allow me much movement.
All I could do was gasp and moan as his lips visited everyplace except the one spot that was aching for his touch.
Maybe he was trying to return the favor, drawing out my pleasure so that the much-anticipated explosion would be that much more intense. Or maybe he was getting his revenge, inflicting sweet cruelty on me as he denied me the orgasm I so desperately craved.
Whatever his motivation, I came alive beneath him. The muscles in Gavin’s forearms flexed as he held me in place despite my increasing agitation. His tongue lapped at my wet, pink slit, but no matter how much I whimpered and wiggled, he made sure to avoid my clitoris.
The tiny bud was harder than it had ever been, engorged and throbbing with longing. I could feel it sticking right out from beneath its protective shield, searching out the very stimulation Gavin was denying me. When he pulled back, held still and simply looked at me, I knew he was staring right at my most private and sensitive of places.
“You’re soaking wet,” he marvelled in a husky voice that was tinged with lust. He leaned in and blew on my throbbing pink pearl then, his breath hot. He chuckled as I involuntarily bucked beneath him. “Would you like something?” he teased, clearly enjoying the predicament he’d put me in.
I was so on edge that I knew the slightest bit of stimulation would send me spiralling out of control. If he’d just lick, rub or suck my pulsating button for a few seconds, I’d be there. But it seemed he wanted me to beg for it first. I wasn’t one to beg. I wasn’t one to surrender control. But at that moment my need for release was so great that I could hardly even breathe.
“Make me cum,” I moaned, partly commanding him and partly begging. “Please just touch me…lick me…I’m so horny I can’t even stand it!”
“I can see that,” he agreed before once again lowering his head and licking my juices from my slick gash. His tongue slid into my vagina momentarily before he turned his attention to my clitoris. The second his lips closed around that erect nub at the top of my slit, it felt so good that I nearly collapsed.
It was like an electric shock had pulsed through me, lighting my entire body up with desire. When Gavin began to flick the tip of his tongue across my sensitive button, ecstasy shot through every nerve ending in my body. My eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled as I finally got what my body was crying out for.
Holy crap, did Gavin ever know how to use his tongue!
I’d never been eaten out like that before. Suddenly it was fine that he’d so relentlessly teased me. In fact, it was perfect because the anticipation had built…and built. When I finally did have my orgasm, it was so intense I thought I might black out. Had Gavin not been holding me I would have fallen into that swimming pool for sure!
My entire body went rigid as the tension that had been building in my belly suddenly gave way. My pussy began to spasm as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. My hips rolled and my fingers dug into Gavin’s damp hair, but he simply moved with me like a cowboy at a rodeo.
His tongue was relentless, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure out of me that he could.
By the time he finally backed off, I was completely spent – and deeply satisfied. The look on Gavin’s handsome face told me he felt the same way. As he hoisted himself out of the pool and helped me to my feet, I was overcome with an emotion so foreign to me I couldn’t immediately name it. After a moment’s consideration, I realized it was exhilaration.
For so long, I’d been plodding along in life, putting one foot in front of the other. Now, suddenly, I felt young again. Young and free...and it was all thanks to Gavin Rothe. Had someone told me this would happen back when I’d first met him and instantly despised him, I’d have laughed out loud.
But here I was acting like a teenager with him; a very horny teenager.
As I shakily pulled my clothes back on, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Gavin. I hated to see him dressing. I could stare at that gorgeous, muscular naked body of his all day and it wouldn’t be enough!
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, turning to look at me.
I nodded and he extended his hand. My legs were still trembling with the aftershocks of my climax. I felt giddy and on top of the world. Laughing, we ran from the strangers’ backyard hand-in-hand, disappearing into the night from which we’d emerged.
And what a night it had been!
So what if we hadn’t been able to have actual sex this time? The oral sex had been incredible so I could only imagine what the fireworks would be like when I finally got to feel Gavin inside me. Mmm!
There was no question in my mind that there would be another encounter…and then another.... Our physical connection had simply been too powerful for this night to be written off as a one-time rendezvous. I could hardly wait, even though there was a concern quietly nagging at me. I tried to brush it off, but it persisted.
Could being friends with benefits actually work without blowing up in our faces?
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PREVIEW
It was game day. I was only three spots away from winning the reality show and the money I so desperately needed. My competition was good but I was better. I knew it. It wasn’t conceit talking. It was fact.
Today’s mission had been to create a dessert that was to die for. I had it covered. For once my sweet tooth was actually helping me instead of hindering me! I wasn’t sure who would be sent home but I was confident it wouldn’t be me.
The other contestants had made some interesting creations: a blackberry scone topped with homemade vanilla bean ice cream, a chocolate peanut butter cheesecake and raspberry mint tartlets. They all looked and smelled delicious, but I’d brought out my secret weapon: strawberry cream puffs topped with mocha flakes and drizzled in caramel sauce.
When Gavin emerged from behind the curtain to sample our desserts and evaluate our efforts, a tingle went through me. I tried to play it cool but every time I looked at him, all I could think about was the feel of his bare skin against mine.
His gaze met mine briefly, making me blush.
The warmth and familiarity I was used to weren’t there. Instead, he looked distracted and perhaps even a little angry. Gavin Rothe the celebrity was a different person than the man I knew and shared my bed with. Accepting that was a challenge, but he was worth it. His television persona didn’t matter. All that mattered was the person he truly was beneath the layers of his carefully constructed façade.
I was crazy about him.
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