9. Pretty Boy
9
PRETTY BOY
ANNA
C aleb was perfect. More than perfect.
“Moan my name louder, baby,” he crooned, squeezing my cheeks and spreading them wider to lick at the most sensitive place where he was moments ago.
A small whimper elicited from my throat, and my knees buckled when his tongue delved deeper.
Oh fuck . I squeezed my eyes shut. No one had ever touched me like he did. Pleasured me like he did. Hell, I didn’t even know pleasure like this existed until he showed it to me.
The way he had splayed me on the lounge chair, filling me up and making me cum?—
“Fuck,” I moaned, my hips moving back in his strong hold as he hummed against my pussy. “W-what if someone hears us?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
Caleb peered at me from between my legs. His mouth, lips and chin covered in our juices. His eyes were dark, and his intense heated gaze made my knees buckle. His grip tightened as he smirked— so filthy —licking my folds.
“Wouldn’t you like that?” he said, his smoky voice reverberating against my sensitive sex. His piercings felt so great against my soft skin. I never thought it would be my kink, but I was already thinking about when I could have him next.
“Someone finding us like this? With my tongue deep in your tight little pussy as you moan my name, hm?”
Fuck, how can he be so dirty? I clenched my hands in fists when I gushed, imagining someone, a handsome man, watching Caleb devouring me with his naughty mouth while I bucked with pleasure. Would the handsome stranger get hard? Touch his cock watching both of us? Or would he join Caleb and kneel in front of me so I can suck on something to quieten my loud moans?
“Tell me,” Caleb demanded.
“I do. Somehow,” I said, licking my lips.
“Mhmm, I knew you would, pretty,” he said, licking me clean and running his hands over my legs and back before standing up and helping me on my feet.
My legs were shaky, and I held on to him, his large hands groping me everywhere making me blush harder than I already was. No one had ever touched me so passionately, and I was glad he wasn’t turned off by the stretch marks, cellulite, or the scar from c-section.
“Will I see you at the wedding?” I asked him. I hoped I would.
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down, kissing me. I hummed against his piercings when they teased my bottom lip and played with my tongue. My arms wrapped around his neck and moaned in his mouth when his hand cupped my ass cheek and squeezed it hard enough to leave a print.
His smile was charming when he pulled back and handed me my wet bikini. “Maybe I’ll get to fuck you in your pretty dress.”
“Tease,” I breathed out, shamelessly staring at him from head to toe. I licked my lips at his muscular body, full of tattoos and piercings. “Be good.”
Caleb winked. “Yes, ma’am.”
I left him there, hugging the bikini to my chest. My heartbeat thrummed louder when I took a long shower and changed back to my clothes.
What was Kyle doing by the pool? I swallowed, wondering about the way Caleb had noticed him and didn’t say anything.
How long was he watching us? Is that why Caleb was touching me everywhere?
A small part of me wondered if Kyle liked what he saw and wanted to join?—
No . Nope. I’m not going there.
I exhaled and pinned my wet hair in a loose claw. I had to get ready for the wedding soon anyway. When I walked out of the women’s locker room, I heard something like a groan from the men’s locker room and froze in my step.
Shaking my head, I ignored it and kept walking.
I was just having a horny fever. I hadn’t gotten laid in a few years, so that was the only reason. Nothing else.
Caleb
I bit my lip watching her ass sway. Anna’s body was perfection. I wished I could bite her ass…
I will. But first...
Grabbing my clothes, I marched towards the door. The man was there, flustered and leaning on the wall, scrolling on his phone as if that was a normal thing to do at four in the morning by an empty pool.
“ You .” I snapped at him, raising my brow when he jumped. “Come here.”
“ Me? ” He asked, looking behind him. He was trying so hard not to look below my chin, since I was as naked as the day I was born.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his shirt and dragged him to the men’s locker room. He struggled, even though he was taller than me by a couple inches. But I had more muscles, and he wanted to come with me or he’d have pushed me away.
I slammed him by the locker, dropping my clothes on the bench and invaded his personal space, glaring at him.
Even taller than me, he didn’t want to look down at me and averted his gaze somewhere on the floor. Not even at my naked body. I wanted to scoff. I was fucking sexy, and yes, my cock was a little soft at the moment, but I knew well how hot I fucking was.
“Wanna tell me why you were sneaking on us?” I asked, crossing my arms.
This was so fucking hilarious . I just fucked my celebrity crush, ate the cream-pie out of her, watching the guy in the glasses, and intimidating him in the locker room when he was fully clothed and I was naked with my ass, balls and dick out.
“I… I was just…” he rubbed his neck. I frowned at his phone when he showed me a text.
I gave him a blank stare. “You saw that?” I nodded at the video which was meant for Anna and not the man in front of me. Maybe I had sent it to him by accident. It was a horny, aphrodisiac-induced mistake.
Or maybe not. I didn’t hate the idea of him watching me jerk off using Anna’s panties.
If it was someone else, I’d have deleted the video from their phone, maybe thrown a punch or threatened them, but not this guy…
He was tall and wore glasses for fuck’s sake. Nerds were my weakness. But tall and nerdy? Fuck me . No wonder I had all but worshiped his cock like it was my favorite ice cream cone that night.
My cock twitched and I tried to calm down, staring at the tent on his pants. He was sporting a semi. Good . I wasn’t the only one turned on here.
“I-it was a mistake,” he started, biting his lip and pushing his glasses back. His eyes were really pretty. Brown with golden flecks in them.
“ Mistake? ” I asked and leaned even closer, putting an arm by his head and whispered in his ear, “Then why are you getting hard, hm?”
His cheeks flushed and I watched his pulse increase. I wanted to lick his neck. Instead, I was a good boy and pulled back, grabbing his jaw and making him look at me. I swear to God, if he looked away from me once again, I would bend him over the bench and show him what he missed that night when he left with a scribbled phone number and without a fucking thank-you.
“Now tell me the truth, pretty boy,” I started and paused. Pretty boy? What the fuck, Caleb? “Did you jerk yourself off to the video?”