8. Elijah
Alex’s lips are soft and pliant like the rest of her and even sweeter than I imagined. I cup her cheek with my hand, sliding it down her neck so I can pull her closer. She moans at the contact, her mouth opening so my tongue can slip in.
As I lick into her mouth for the first time, I’m transported to a different plane altogether. I may be going to hell, but she tastes like heaven. As our tongues tangle in a new dance, I become ravenous, wanting to consume her. Taste every note of her like she did that wine.
“Elijah.” She whimpers against my lips as my hand grips the base of her neck while I press my thumb into her rapidly beating pulse point. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You are making me feel good,” I say, kissing her now swollen lips, not wanting to go another second without her taste.
She moans, and the hand she has on my cock applies more pressure as she rubs those incredible tits on me. My god, I missed this—being with a woman, having another person’s hands touching me, pleasing me.
Alex trails her fingers along the waistband of my swim trunks, her nail brushing against my lower abs, causing them to contract.
“Sit up on the edge,” she says, pulling away.
I arch an eyebrow at her. She puts her lips into a demure pout that I’m certain would make me do anything she asked of me.
“Please,” she says, her fingers slipping beneath to brush over the hair leading to my cock. Feeling conflicted about not pleasing her first but also needing to please her by doing as she asks, I extricate myself from her and sit on the edge. Alex doesn’t waste any time, moving in front of me and gripping the top of my shorts.
“Lift up,” she says. When I do, she tugs at my wet bottoms, pulling them down enough that my hard length bobs free, slapping against my wet abs.
“My, my, my,” her dulcet voice coos, “what a pretty cock you have.” As if my penis likes being told it’s pretty, it twitches under her praise. Has anyone ever told me my cock is pretty before? No. But apparently, I like hearing it from her lips.
Kneeling on the seat before me now, she runs her fingers up my calves under the water, slowly dragging them up, up, up. Not only do I like the sensation of her hands on me, but I enjoy the way the bubbling jets move the water around her breasts, making the flushed skin bounce as she teases me.
“Pull your top down for me, Alex,” I command, letting my desire for her take over. I’m not thinking about anything else but us right now, about what she’s offered me. I’m going to make it count—everything else be damned.
She looks shocked for a moment, but then she pulls back from me and stands with a siren smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. The lights from beneath the water light up her body, and I’m mesmerized by the way the water droplets run down the curves of her skin and slip into the valley of her breasts.
The jets kick up water around my calves, and my breath quickens as Alex reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her forest-green bikini top. Once the material is off, she throws it, the fabric making a wet plopping noise as it lands on the ground nearby. She bites her lip then runs a finger down her chest, my eyes tracking the movement. My hand moves to my cock, fisting it while she teases me. He and I are both happy that I can now see her bare, perfectly round, light-pink areolae and revel in how tight her nipples are for me despite the hot water.
“You’re touching what’s mine, Elijah,” she tuts, her voice low and dangerous.“I want to admire you first.” I pump my cock up and down slowly while she watches me do it. “Then you can play all you want.”
She licks her lips and palms her heavy breasts that are painted with freckles, squeezing them together. More sexual acts I’d like to do with her fill my mind, images of burying not only my face between them but my cock, too.
“Are you wet for me, Alex?”
She nods, pinching her nipples now.
“Will you show me?”
She doesn’t miss a beat as she takes one hand from her breast and slips it down into the water, beneath the high waist of her bottoms. She lets out a small moan that goes straight to my straining length as her fingers encounter her folds.
When she pulls them back out, her hands are wet from the water, but I can see the slick arousal there, which means she’s weeping for me. Taking my hand from my cock, I remove my trunks the rest of the way and open my legs for her.
“Come here,” I request, my voice low. “But don’t put that hand back in the water.”
She steps forward, her eyes remaining on mine as she offers me her fingers without me having to ask. I take her wrist and open my mouth, placing the wet digits between my lips to suck them clean. A whimper escapes her as she sees me savor the flavor of her. A mixture of the saltwater and her tart pussy explodes on my tongue. When I’ve gotten it all, I slide her fingers from my mouth and kiss her palm.
“Elijah,” she breathes. “Can I please touch you now?”
I suck the pulse point on her wrist. “You want to take care of my cock, Alex?”
“Yes. Very much.”
I smile against her delicate skin, leaning back so I can place her hand on my cock. When her soft palm wraps around it, my breath hitches in my throat. I press my hands down beside me to keep my balance, gripping the edge of the tub as she starts to jack me in slow, measured strokes, exactly how she saw me do it myself.
“Does that feel good?” she asks, her eyes never leaving mine.
“More than good,” I manage to say. I’m glad I took the edge off earlier in the shower or I would’ve come from the few strokes of her hand.
Alex shifts, sinking her free hand into one of my thighs before kneeling again.
“Are you comfortable like that?” I ask.
She giggles. “I’m fine, Mr. Serious.” Then she bows her head and licks the ruddy tip of my cock, her warm, wet tongue lapping up the pre-cum that’s gathered on the swollen head.
“Yes, Alex,” I say on an exhale, my head dropping back as my hips thrust up, seeking more. I get my wish as she darts her tongue out again, swirling it around before sucking on the tip and sliding her hand down my shaft.
“God, that feels good.” I moan, my chin dropping down so I can watch her every movement.
Her green eyes are staring up at me as her mouth descends on my cock, her lips stretching wide to take my girth. As they slip down, a bead of sweat drips from the crown of her ginger hair as water splashing up from between her bare breasts hits her chin. It’s erotic, sensual, and completely and utterly filthy.
Alex smiles with her eyes while she takes the hand on my cock down to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm as she feeds more of me into her mouth. Unable to keep myself from touching her, I take one of my hands and grip the base of her skull, my fingers tangling in her damp hair. Since we’ve never done this together before, I don’t know how much she can take or how rough she likes it, but the way she relaxes her tongue against me gives me the information I need.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, my voice sounding almost as if I’m an entirely different man, one completely overtaken by his sex drive. One completely overtaken by the incredible woman who’s freely offered herself to me.
She hums around me, her nails digging into my thigh as if to urge me on. I place my hand further up on her head, my fingers framing the elastic of her ponytail, then I push her down as I piston my hips upward. My cock disappears further into her mouth before I pull her back up again, the tight skin glistening with her saliva as I work her back down again.
“You feel so good,” I moan, slowly fucking her face, not going too hard yet so she can get used to my length and girth. Her mouth is about halfway down when she hollows her cheeks, sucking me. “Yes, Alex. Just like that,” I praise.
She hums again and takes more of me on her own. I thrust my hips up harder at the same time, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags, her eyes watering.
“Are you okay?” I ask, not wanting to hurt her.
She doesn’t pull away to answer; instead, she takes her hand from my balls and runs a finger over the sensitive skin behind them. The action surprises me, as no one’s ever touched me there before, but the sensation causes me to buck into her mouth. She gags again, more this time, but she still doesn’t falter, swallowing me down as she breathes through her nose.
“Fuck!” I curse as she continues to suck and fondle me. The base of my spine starts tingling, the sensation of my impending release coiling low in my belly. I grab her chin and pull her off my cock, and the string of saliva stretching from it to her mouth almost has me spending all over her face and chest. But I don’t want to come yet.
“Elijah,” she pouts, and it’s the cutest and filthiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You’re such a cock-hungry girl, aren’t you, Alex?”
Her eyes widen, and then a slow and languid smile appears on her face. My hand still grips her chin firmly. “Mr. Serious, you’re surprising me. Such a dirty mouth,” she purrs.
“You like it?” I ask, feeling slightly self-conscious. My ex-wife didn’t like when I talked dirty. She didn’t like anything much, for that matter. That’s one of the many reasons I haven’t been intimate in so long.
Alex licks her lips then moans as if she can taste me on them. “I more than like it. Tell me what you want, Elijah. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, how I can make you feel good.”
I want to tell her she’s already made me feel more than good, but my body and the filthy mind she’s unlocked has other ideas. My cock aches as a scenario pops into my mind.
“Are the jets manually adjustable?” I ask, stroking the wet skin of her cheek.
One red eyebrow lifts. “Yes, why?”
“Take your bottoms off. But don’t tease me, Alex.”
Alex stands and steps back, her freckled breasts swinging as she pushes her bottoms down and off, letting them float away in the water. I can’t see her pussy, but I can imagine what it looks like, what it feels like. The desire to touch myself while I admire her beauty is strong, but I manage to keep it together.
“Come here,” I say. She moves back, and my eyes are still entranced by her chest, her flushed skin, and her damp red hair that my fingers are itching to pull free from her messy ponytail. “I want your sweet mouth on me, but I need you to get off, too. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
A playful smile lifts the apples of her cheeks, and she nods. I help her get back between my legs. This time when she kneels, she parts her legs wider. Sliding my hand down between our bodies and into the water, I feel around for the jet I want until I reach it. Alex’s breath hitches, and when I tilt the powerful stream of water toward her center, she cries out.
“Oh god!”
“You like that, Alex?”
Her hands grip my thighs for balance as I watch her legs spread wider. I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” With my hand back on her chin, I direct her mouth to my cock. More pre-cum has gathered at the tip in anticipation of what’s to come. “Now open those pink lips of yours, and get me off.”
With that devilish look in her eye, almost as if I’ve challenged her, she licks the pre-cum off then slides my cock down her throat until I hit the back. This time, she doesn’t gag as she starts to bob up and down. Water sloshes around us from the movement of her body and the jets, and I bring my hand up to grip the back of her head again. “Yes, just like that, you dirty girl.”
My praise has her moving faster as her sharp nails dig into my thighs. My cock twitches in her mouth, and that tingling sensation at the base of my spine comes back. I use my palm to help direct her down and back up. Her moans and whimpers as the jet assaults her pussy get louder, and I know she’s close, too.
I thrust my hips up and push her down, her throat relaxing enough that her nose brushes the top of my pubic hair.
“Yes, Alex. You’re so goddamn perfect.” Her body starts to shake, and her mouth becomes less practiced as she nears her release. “Are you coming, my dirty girl?” I ask, the blunt ends of my trimmed nails digging into her scalp.
She moans a muffled “yes” around my cock, the vibrations almost tipping me over the edge.
“Look at me, Alex. I want to see your eyes as you get off on that jet.”
She looks up at me with a wide, glassy stare, mouth full of my cock as I plunge into her warm, wet hole. Her body trembles then tenses right before she shatters. She holds on tight to my legs as she shakes, and I push her head down on my cock, letting the sound and visual of her taking her pleasure while giving me mine bring me even closer.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” Alex’s eyes remain open, and her cheeks hollow as she gets her bearings again, her body still shaking and her cheeks pink while she sucks.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her. But instead of moving off my cock, she holds herself on me, one of her hands on my thigh and the other cupping my balls in a firm grip. With her eyes on me and another suck of her lips, I let myself release.
“Oh, yes, Alex. Oh, fuck,” I grunt, cupping both hands around the back of her head to keep her on my cock. She doesn’t falter, taking everything I give her. She swallows my release, her throat contracting around me as I spill myself inside her. My cock pulses and pulses as fireworks explode behind my eyes and my orgasm rocks my entire being. In this moment, I know nothing else except her and the sensations in my body.
I don’t know how long her lips stay wrapped around me, but when I’m finally spent, I release her. Alex pops off my softening cock, using her pointer finger to wipe a tiny bit of my cum from the corner of her mouth. Our eyes stay connected as she sucks it between her swollen lips, a sated and satisfied smile on her face as she swallows the remaining bit of my release.
Once she moves off the seat below me, I drop down into the water and haul her between my legs for a kiss. She doesn’t waste time opening for me, letting me taste myself on her tongue as her hands weave into my hair. The action compresses her breasts against my chest, and she moans as I drag my hands down the soft rolls of her back to rest on her hips.
When she presses her pussy into my lower body, the curls of her pubic hair brush against my skin, and I finally pull back. Her eyes are hooded as she stares at me so sweetly. Fuck. I know that if I don’t stop this now, I’m going to have sex with her. Then I’ll never leave this place tomorrow.
“Elijah,” she says quietly, “don’t think so hard.”
I press my lips together. “I’m not.”
She gives me an Are you joking? look then rubs her thumb along my brow. “Mr. Serious is back,” she teases.
I exhale as she places both hands on my shoulders. With the after-orgasm dopamine drop, the realization of what we allowed to happen between us comes crashing down around me. My body stiffens.
“Elijah.” She digs her nails into my skin. “We’re two consenting adults. We did nothing wrong.”
I blink at her. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”
She lets out an exasperated chuckle. “It’s not that hard to figure out. I’m having the same thoughts.”
“Then why aren’t you freaking out?”
“Like I said: two consenting adults.”
“Alex,” I say quietly. “You know it’s not that simple.”“It doesn’t have to be complicated. I like you, Elijah. I wanted to take care of you. The end.”
I swallow the ball that’s formed in my throat, the words “the end” making my stomach sour. Does she want it to end? Was this that simple for her? I’m not one to treat any kind of sex as transactional. Especially now, after I’ve had a taste of her, when all I can think about is taking her upstairs and exploring the constellations of freckles on her skin, the curves and dips of her body.
The hands that I haven’t been able to remove from her hips grip her tighter at the images.
Her eyes soften, and a hopeful smile tugs at her lips. “Unless you don’t want it to end?”
I tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “I said I would leave tomorrow.” The words come out with less gusto than they should have.
“Or you could stay,” she offers.
“Alex.” Her name is a pathetic whisper on my lips.
“I’ll tell you what. We go to bed, and in the morning, if you want to stay, come to my bedroom when you wake up.”
“What?” I cock my head, eyebrows raising.
“I know you’re stuck on the whole ‘me being Oliver’s daughter’ thing.”
My jaw clenches, not wanting to hear his name after I came down Alex’s throat a few minutes ago. The two things are just wrong to think about together, and it makes me sick to my stomach. Not because of what we did but because now I feel like I need to go to jail or something.
She sighs. “This doesn’t have to be more than a weekend, Elijah.”
My curiosity spikes. “What do you mean?”
“We both came here for a reason. To relax, relieve some stress. I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling pretty good right now.” She smiles.
“Yes, I am, too,” I answer. Because despite my thoughts, I do feel the best I have in years.
“Good. Then think about it. We spend the weekend together, we have some fun, then we go our separate ways. My dad never has to know.”
“He’ll figure it out eventually,” I counter, “that we were both here at the same time.”
“I’ll text my mom tomorrow and let her know what happened. This is a big house. I’ll tell her you’re staying in the guest room and we’re doing our own thing. They’ll never think more of it.”
“And this ends after one weekend?” I grip her tighter.
That playful, devilish smile turns up on Alex’s face again. “Yes.”
I contemplate her offer, considering the consequences of one of us catching feelings or of Oliver finding out.
Alex leans forward and presses her naked chest into mine before kissing my chin. “Sleep on it, Mr. Serious. If you want to stay, come to my bedroom tomorrow morning. If not, no hard feelings.”
I search her gaze. “You’d really be okay with this?”
“What my daddy doesn’t know”—she takes my lip between her teeth—“won’t hurt him.”
With that, she pulls away and walks out of the hot tub, her delicious ass the last thing I see before she wraps a towel around herself and walks inside.
Not once looking back.