Chapter 27 Poolside
Poolside
MITCHELL
Ididn’t fall in. I lowered to a crouch, gripping the edge of the board as the first drops of rain hit my back. Winona swam to the midway point of the pool, where the bottom rose up and she could touch. Then she turned and looked at me through a rapidly growing haze of water droplets on the surface.
Fuck, this woman. I laughed. The sound still felt foreign in my ears. But good.
So fucking good.
For a moment I allowed myself to indulge in the anticipation. I crouched, watching her bob in the water, her gorgeous body fully concealed.
“You just going to stay up there?” she called over the rain, which had grown heavy fast. “Or are you going to come down here and fuck my brains out?”
Fuck.
I stood, backing up to the beginning of the board, as if I was going to come down and walk around on foot. I saw her trying to calculate my movements.
But Winona didn’t know I’d grown up with a cabin by the ocean. That my brothers and I used to have diving contests off the end of the dock. That I’d swum competitively in high school and could hold my breath for over two minutes without a struggle.
She didn’t know what I could do.
I took the board in three quick strides, leaping off the end in a high arc. I cut into the water with barely a splash, closing the distance between us in a matter of seconds.
She knew now that she was in trouble. Her legs thrashed as she swam, her laughing shrieks muffled through the water. She was almost at the edge of the pool when I caught her, wrapping a hand around her ankle. She jerked and screamed, her hand pressing into my hair, but it was no use.
She wasn’t a bad swimmer herself—she’d made it all the way to the edge of the pool.
But I had her now.
And I was going to take her.
Without surfacing, I slid my hands up her legs, gripping her bare ass. Then I lifted her knees over my shoulders and pressed her up against the side of the pool. Now that she was pinned in place, I pushed her legs wide, positioning my mouth at her pussy.
But I didn’t give her my tongue. Not yet. Instead, I let out a single bubble of air.
She stiffened, her hands sliding deep into my hair.
I let out another bubble, then another. Each round globe bounced off her clit, and each time one hit, I felt her body jump, her fingers tighten.
I rationed the air for a few seconds, but soon I pushed it out with more force.
Now her clit was getting gently pummeled by them, and finally I could hear her: a moan of pleasure, barely audible down here.
I blew until all my air was gone and I slipped her legs off my shoulder, surfacing inches from her face.
“Mitchell,” she breathed.
But then we were on each other, pressed up against the pool’s edge, my tongue searching her mouth, prodding, needing everything from her. Rain pinged off the surface of the water. Her hands found my cock, grasping at it, clasping, sending a surge of pleasure through me.
I broke the kiss with a choked, “No.” I lifted her out of the pool, dropping her on the edge with a soft slap that made my still-hard dick twitch.
“No more games,” I rasped. “I need to taste you.”
I arranged her so that her dripping pussy was right where I could reach it with my hungry tongue.
I was done teasing.
“Lay back,” I commanded. I didn’t even try for tenderness. “This is where I make you scream, Winona.”
Maybe it was cocky of me to presume she’d scream.
But I didn’t think I was wrong, considering the sounds she’d made before.
The ones that had made me nearly come without a single touch.
I could feel the way she responded to me.
I knew by the way she’d sucked in air as I drew my tongue up her slit, her hands tangled in my hair, that I could make her come fast. Cocky, maybe, but this part was easy.
I could read her pleasure like a book. I could study it with joy—I already had.
But I wouldn’t let it come easy. Without touching her clit, I slipped two fingers into her pussy and exerted just enough pressure on the padding of flesh just inside that she rolled her eyes back, groaning. “Mitchell, holy shit.”
But I couldn’t stand waiting, either. “Back,” I demanded.
She obeyed, my good girl. I pressed my hand to her stomach, tugging gently at her soft skin to give me access to her clit. I spread her wide with my fingers while she gasped.
“I’m going to take such good care you, Firecracker.” Then I leaned in for my feast.
She cried out at the first lash of my tongue. I stayed there, curling and plucking at her clit with my lips. She tasted so sweet. Like honey. While she whimpered, I flicked my tongue slowly at first, then faster, until Winona writhed under me, her hips bucking. “Mitchell yes! God, right there!”
I’d planned to tease her. To work her a bit then pull back. Then to do it again.
But I made a fatal mistake. I lifted my gaze up and met her eyes. The look she gave me just about undid me. She was so earnest. So open and pure in her enjoyment. She was bold and brave and soft and sweet.
I wanted her in every way. Physically, but so much more. It scared me how much more.
I couldn’t let her not come. Not now.
Her pupils were wide, her cheeks pink in the low light of the pool.
But even as I bent down, I was still greedy. “Tell me,” I said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you again, Winona.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mitchell.” There was no hesitation.
Rain ran in rivulets down her chest. I kept my fingers inside her as I rose out of the water and drew my tongue up between her breasts, then over, taking a nipple in my mouth. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers.
“I want you,” she whispered. I caught it on the rain, and this time, it felt like more. She wanted me.
It had never been about the trappings for Winona. That’s part of what had made me so drawn to her at first. But now, after what she’d said back there in the kitchen?
I like you just the way you are.
I’d told her what a nerd I was. I’d confessed what I loved to read. I’d stayed up late on the phone with her, sending her a spreadsheet of all the charters of the non-profits she’d mentioned wanting to model Heartbreaker Trades after. Hell, I did the fucking Vulcan salute and she still liked me.
I was gone for this woman.
“You’re beautiful, Winona,” I said. Meaning it in all the ways.
“And you’re going to kill me,” she ground out.
I grinned, tucking my fingers up, massaging her g-spot.
The way she tilted her head back and made an almost gargling sound of pressure? Fuck me.
“I want to fuck this pussy bare, Winona. I want nothing between us.” I whispered the words, not intending for her to hear them.
But she lifted her head back up. “I’m on birth control.
I’ve been tested, I—” She glance down at me, like my dick might have been too many places to consider this option.
But I’d been tested too. I hadn’t been with anyone since I’d been here.
Not in months before, either. I’d grown tired of the dance of pretending I cared.
I’d been worried I never would. Now I knew that wasn’t true.
“I’m clear too,” I said. “But I’m not going to fuck you again. Not yet.”
“What? Why?”
She was pissed. I ate it up. “Because you still owe me what I’m here for.”
The clouds let loose, the rain turning into sheets.
“But I want you!” she screamed, barely audible over the torrent. She bucked as I fucked her again with my fingers. I wasn’t playing fair. I bent down and took her with my tongue again.
She cried out at the contact.
I pulled back. “I told you I was going to make you come, Winona,” I called over the rain. “I’m no liar. Not when it comes to you.”
I could have made her wait more, but I needed to see this through now.
I needed it as badly as she did. As badly as air.
I bent back down and flicked my tongue against her clit, increasing the pressure in increments.
I worked her with my fingers and kept my tongue moving, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
I slowed, then ramped up again, until I had her right where I wanted her.
She arched up. “Mitchell,” she screamed. “Please!”
Her begging me was what I was there for. Only that would give her the release she deserved.
“Yes baby,” I breathed, knowing she couldn’t hear me. “Come for me now.”
I gave her everything. All the pressure, all the speed. And she came, like the good girl she was. She tumbled over the edge screaming, her body wracked with the intensity of it.
“Holy shit!” she cried, her pussy squeezing around my fingers. She bounced under me, her hips thrusting her pussy in my face. “It’s not… I can’t…” She was gasping for air. Nonsensical.
This is what I came for.
I could stay here for hours, making her come.
I could die here.
Winona’s body shook as the rain pummeled down on us, the last echoes of her orgasm making her quiver. She was still catching her breath as I kissed her stomach. Nipped at her ribs.
The look on her face as I hovered over her told me just how crazed I’d made her.
“That was… I didn’t know my body could do that,” she said in my ear.
“Let’s do it again?” I said, nipping her earlobe. I began to lower myself back down, But she surprised me by reaching up, grasping my hair with both hands.
“No. I want you to come, Mitchell. On me.”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. I met her eyes. “What do you mean, Winona?”
“Here,” Winona said, dragging her hands down her body. “I want you to come on me. All over me, to be specific.”
My mouth went dry, my aching cock surging. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t last.
But Winona was relentless. She backed up, crawling backward so there was room for me to get out of the pool in front of her.
I was weak, seeing her like that. Her expression determined. Hungry. Her breasts streaked with rain, her pussy pink and swollen where my tongue had been.
She was breathtaking.
I’d lost myself to her already, I knew that. But seeing this carefully held together woman so vulnerable for me? Asking me to do something so fucking dirty and hot? The bottom of the last of my restraint fell out.
I pushed myself out of the pool, landing on my feet, water sluicing down my body. I dropped my soaked shorts, stepping out of them. Then I clasped my cock, my own hand nearly sending me over the edge.
“Come here first,” she said, beckoning me toward her mouth. “Let me get you ready.”
“Winona,” I protested. “I’m ready.”
But she glared. “Come. Here.”
Her tongue slipped out along her mouth like she couldn’t wait to taste me.
I let out a guttural noise, my jaw tense. But my body moved on its own. I dropped to my knees and straddled her, my cock in my hand.
She took it from me, both of her smaller hands taking over. “Fuck my face, Mitchell,” she said.
I groaned, so turned on I couldn’t protest. I leaned forward, dipping my cock into her hot, silky-soft mouth.
Winona inhaled my cock, taking it so deep I had to clench everything not to unload down her throat right away.
She worked my cock with her hands and her mouth, a desperate need in her movements that had me dipping my pelvis down without thinking, thrusting into her mouth so I felt myself hit the back of her throat.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she gasped after popping me out of her mouth.
I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t. I slid back in, her teeth grazing me as I went. Winona tilted her head back, allowing me even more access.
“Fuck me, Winona.”
She mumbled something.
I pulled out to allow her to speak.
“More. Talk to me like before,” she breathed.
Fuck. I plunged into her mouth. Her eyes squinted, and she made a sound of assent.
“You greedy girl,” I bit out with each thrust. “Such a slut for this cock.”
Winona squinted, her eyes watering as she took me so deep.
I almost pulled back, but then I felt her arm tensing under my thigh. I glanced down between us. She was getting herself off while she did this.
It was too much.
“Winona,” I ground out. “I’m going to come.” I really was. I felt it like a runaway train.
She pulled me out of her mouth. “Good,” she said. “Get up.”
I rose to my knees, lifting myself up so she could wriggle free. She scrambled backward, up on the grass, then gestured for me to move. I complied, backing up until I was between her legs.
“Here,” she said, opening her legs for me, pointing to her wet slickness where I so desperately wanted to be. The place where before we’d joined together at the beginning of the night.
“Winona,” I breathed, my hand wrapped around my cock. I wasn’t even stroking. I was trying to keep myself from coming. “Are you sure?” I felt my testicles retract, my cock straining. In a second, it wouldn’t matter.
“I want it on me,” Winona said. Her eyes were on mine and I didn’t see an ounce of hesitation.
Which was good, because it was all over for me.
I cried out as I came, the noise grinding and roaring like a wild beast. Hot ropes of come shot from my cock, hitting her tits, her belly, the pink slick of her pussy. I soaked her with my cum, astonished at how much there was.
And I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
That is, until she rubbed my release into herself; one hand gliding through the mess on her tits, the other frantically working her clit, which dripped with cum. I slid two fingers into her, urging her orgasm out while I was still spasming. “Good girl,” I growled. “Fucking come for me again.”
Winona cried out, thrashing on the grass with my cum slicking her hands, her body arching and shuddering, clenching around my fingers as she screamed my name once more.
I waited until her movements subsided before slipping my fingers out of her. I collapsed onto the grass next to her, then reached my arms out and pulled her on top of me.
Her weight felt so good. The pressure of her curves pressed me into the grass. Her soft, sticky body was a warm balm in my arms.
“So good,” I whispered into her hair. “So fucking perfect, Winona.”
She felt, in that moment, like she was mine. It was the best, most exquisite feeling in the world. And even though it felt impossible—though our circumstances wouldn’t allow it, I knew, right then, that I had to make it true. Because Winona wasn’t just a passing obsession.
Despite what my brother thought, I knew the difference.
Winona was in my veins now; pulsing into the beating rhythm of my heart.
Even if it took burning everything else down, I was going to keep her there.
I just had no idea how.