13. Chapter 13 #2
“Okay. No rush.” I pulled mine off first, hoping to make him feel more comfortable.
Then his. He rubbed down my back then squeezed my ass, and our dicks bumped.
That first time naked alone with someone feeling rushed over me, but it was more intense than ever.
This wasn’t just anyone. It was Alfred. This was special.
The butterflies in my stomach joined my damn heart in the race, making my hand tremble when I reached out for him. I cupped his face and kissed him again, wanting to take my time—to savor every second.
I tapped around the bed, eventually finding the lube.
Without looking, I snapped it open, squeezing it onto my fingers.
I reached beneath us, between his legs. It might have been easier in a different position, but I didn’t want to change.
I needed to see him, and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, it became easier.
With many kisses to various body parts, I worked my fingers inside his tight hole.
Tight and hot. I was probably going to lose it the moment I pushed inside.
All the while, Alfred was murmuring softly. He said my name, and that’s it and God, yes when I hit his spot. And a weird noise when I did it again. I loved every bit of it.
After I was sure he was stretched enough, I sat up and handed him the condom. “Please…”
He opened it and rolled it down my length with shaky hands.
“Nervous?” I asked him.
“Yeah. A little.”
“Me too. But I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”
He nodded. “Go.”
I stroked my dick, lubing it up, then lined it up. I shoved his legs up, and he grabbed behind his knees, pulling them apart. Fuck ! This man was killing me. Every damn thing about him was sexy. I pushed in a little, but not enough. “Still full from dinner?”
When he chuckled, I shoved in quickly. Alfred gasped.
“You okay?”
He breathed out long and slow. “Yes. Keep going.”
The rest was a slow glide in, a brief wait, then moving for real. I wanted to take him apart and put him back together, much like every stroke was doing to me. We were good together, moving as one, moving as if we’d done this a hundred times. But it felt like I’d waited forever for this moment.
He made me feel like a poet, like I could wave my hand, and all the words would describe how wonderful this was. And fuck, I was ridiculous. But this was new to me. It was definitely not all about sex. No, this was about far more than that.
“Jackie…” Another long moan made me repeat the exact angle again and again, until Alfred grabbed his cock and stroked it.
“That’s it, Al. Come for me.”
He moaned and shifted around and wrapped a leg behind my waist, and then he came with a brief shout.
And his face had ecstasy written all over it.
So beautiful, I found that elusive orgasm and shoved it forward.
With my spine, dick, and balls all tingling, and fireworks exploding behind my eyes, I came hard.
He felt so good around me in every sense. Please don’t let this end .
I kept thinking about what Alfred had said about a pool. It would be a long time before he decided on buying that place and even longer to get one installed. But if he had somewhere else to swim, maybe that would help to sway him to stay.
And what better place than mine?
In the backyard, there was a huge space, more to the right where the river bend widened.
It would be perfect. I started outlining the area I wanted with orange spray paint while I waited for Brock.
He was coming over to help, while Eddy manned the store.
Although…I had not told Brock what we were doing.
He was that kind of friend. It didn’t matter. If I needed something, he’d be there.
After outlining the area, I decided I needed a better visual before the digging started. I grabbed my shovel and started edging out alongside the spray-painted line. That was when Brock showed up. “Hey man, what the hell are you doing?”
I pointed at the area. “This is going to be a pool.”
“You digging it by hand? Are you nuts?”
“No and no. I have a Bobcat for that. I just want to see the outline first. Grab a shovel and help.”
Brock shook his head but grabbed the other shovel and started digging little divots out of the lawn. “Why the fuck are you doing this?”
“Remember Cameron Telliyard from Fish Springs?”
“Yeah. So?”
“He has a cousin who does concrete work and pools sometimes. He’s going to help me out.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Why are you putting in a pool? The damn river back there has always been enough.”
He wasn’t lying. We’d grown up diving into that river.
Hell, going fishing was our excuse to jump in and swim.
We never gave a damn about catching anything, and we wouldn’t have known what to do with it if we had.
But that wasn’t what this pool was about.
“We’re not kids anymore, Brock. It’s not enough. I need a pool.”
“You going to blog about this?”
I wasn’t, but now that he’d mentioned it, maybe I would.
I dug out my phone and started snapping pictures.
“Great idea.” I’d work on that all summer, maybe stretch it out to three episodes to mark the progression.
After my Seattle piece, of course, which was coming up next.
I was almost finished. “Now back to shoveling, dude.”
“Jackie, is this about Alfred?”
“Why would you ask that?”
He shook his head. “You really are certifiable.”
I gave him my best maniacal laugh. “That is the nicest thing you ever said to me.” I didn’t tell him the truth. Let him figure it out, but in the end, Alfred wanted a pool, and I wanted his ass at my place.