Chapter 33 Reed
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My cock is hard as steel and pulsing as I watch Georgina’s naked form swimming laps two stories below.
Back and forth across the length of my moonlit pool, she goes, her toned legs and arms working furiously.
Back and forth she goes, torturing me. Have I ever seen a more perfect ass?
I’m certain I haven’t. I’m physically aching to bite that ass.
To lick it and fuck it. I lean my forehead against the window, breathing hard.
Feeling consumed with lust. Yeah, she hates me right now.
But, even so, she obviously came outside to give me a show.
Which means hating me isn’t keeping her from wanting me.
Unless, of course, she only came out here to torture me—to dangle what I can’t have in front of me.
Which, knowing her, is probably the case.
After a while, Georgina stops in the middle of the pool, flips over, and floats on her back.
And I’m gone. Jolted with carnal, unadulterated, white-hot lust and desire like nothing I’ve felt before.
I saw swaths and peeks and segments of her gorgeous body earlier tonight at the stadium, but this is the first time I’m seeing her fully nude, all at once, although the dark water lapping at her sides is doing its damnedest to impede my view.
And, good lord, she’s a wet dream. A goddess.
The most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld in my life, without a doubt.
My eyes trained on Georgina, I slowly pull my briefs off, freeing my straining cock, and toss them onto the floor.
My breathing heavy and tortured, I bound over to my nightstand, open the top drawer, and quickly sift through the accoutrements I keep there—soft cuffs, cords, and various vibrating toys—until I locate a bottle of lube.
After briskly wetting my palm, I return to the window.
And with my forehead pressed against the glass, and my eyes trained on Georgina’s floating form below, I grip myself and get to work.
I move my palm slowly, not wanting to get myself off too rapidly.
But that’s easier said than done, when your visual is Georgina Ricci floating naked in a moonlit swimming pool.
All too fast, I’m hurtling toward release.
I feel my balls tightening. Tingles shooting through my core and cock and balls.
I lay my free palm flush against the window, to the side of my forehead, and give myself permission to lose it.
But just before I come, Georgina opens her eyes, turns her head, and looks straight at me, shocking the hell out of me and stopping my hand mid-pump.
There’s a split-second pause, where neither of us reacts.
I’m a thief. She’s a cop with a flashlight.
And then... Georgina smiles. And, thankfully, it’s a bold, brazenly sensuous smile. A smile that tells me she likes what she sees. A lot.
My eyes locked with Georgina’s, I resume my work—this time, far more slowly than before, just in case Georgina gets the bright idea to join me.
Biting her lip, Georgina glides to the side of the pool, hoists herself onto the ledge, and stands underneath my window—giving me my first wholly unimpeded view of her naked body.
And she’s glorious. Her curves are an hourglass in the moonlight.
Her nipples erect. Her wet hair is slicked back, showcasing her high cheekbones and full lips.
She’s a goddess. A fantasy come to life. And... Oh, God, I think I’m gonna come.
Condensation begins pooling on the glass in front of my face.
I’m a caged lion, an unruly beast trapped behind glass, being teased with a slab of meat.
Oh, fuck, I’d pay her any amount of money if she’d come to me now and suck my dick.
If only she’d get her hot ass up here and let me touch and lick every square inch of her and then fuck her every which way.
“Touch yourself,” I mouth to her. And then again. And again. And again. Until, finally, her face lights up with understanding. Her body trembling with arousal, she sits on the ground, spreads her smooth legs wide, and touches herself, right where I’m dying to lick her.
Oh, God, this is so fucking hot.
With a loud groan, I lick at the glass, wishing my tongue were licking her sweet pussy. And that does it for her, apparently. Her eyes roll back into her head, her body stiffens and then quakes with her orgasm.
As my balls tighten and ripple, I grip my cock and aim it right at her tits, and, two seconds later, I’m streaking the glass with the physical evidence of my need.
When the deed is done, and my painting complete, I press both palms against the glass, yearning to touch her.
It’s a good thing I don’t do coke anymore.
Because, I swear to God, if I were high on blow in this moment, I’d grab that armchair from the corner, crash it into this window, and leap through the jagged, gaping hole to get to her naked body two floors below. Which, obviously, wouldn’t be good.
“Come to me,” I mouth.
And she immediately responds by rising to her feet, her tits aimed right at me, and lapping at the air with the full length of her tongue, like she’s licking up every last drop of my cum off the window.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” I murmur, every cell in my body exploding with desire. “Come. Here. Right. Now.”
A naughty smile breaks free across her sultry face, telling me she’s understood my command perfectly.
To my thrill, she moves from her spot...
but not to come to me, as instructed. No.
Georgina is having too much fun torturing me to do that.
She grabs a towel off a nearby lounger and returns to her spot, which is where she begins drying herself off, for my benefit.
Slowly, Georgina towels off her arms and shoulders.
Slowly, Georgina dries off her perfect tits and stomach and pussy.
And, finally, with a little wink, she turns around, bends completely over—thereby giving me a view that nearly gives me a heart attack—and slowly proceeds to towel off her feet and shins and calves.
“Oh my God, you evil woman,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against the glass. “You’re the devil.”
Her task complete, she straightens up and turns around to face me again, her tits pushed forward and her nipples erect. And then, with a little swish of her hips, she strides across the patio toward the French doors... and disappears from my line of sight.
My heart crashing with anticipation, I race to my bedroom door and press my ear against it, awaiting the sound of her footsteps in the hallway. She’s got to be coming to me now, right? She wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave me alone tonight after that.
Finally, after what feels like half my lifetime, I hear movement in the hallway.
But the sound stops before it gets to my door.
Is Georgina standing at the far end of the hallway, deciding whether to come all the way to the end, to my room?
Or is she summoning the resolve to head to her own room, just to emphasize her point that, although she’s staying here with me, she’s far from a sure thing?
Yeah, I know exactly what’s going on inside that glorious, devious mind of hers. She’s standing at the end of the hallway, deciding which she wants more in this moment: to fuck me... or punish me?
I spear my fingertips into the door, wishing I could physically claw my way through the wood to get to her.
Frankly, I’d wear my fingers down to bloody stumps to get to her, if I thought it would convince her to come to my bed tonight.
I’d open a vein and give her every last drop of my blood, if it would mean she’d open her thighs to me tonight.
I’d pay her any amount of money. The only two things I won’t do?
Lie about that fucking demo. Or beg. I begged her once, that very first night, right before she double-flipped me off and peeled away in an Uber.
And I swear to God, I’ll never do it again.
There’s movement in the hallway again. Footsteps, as plain as day.
I hold my breath and wait. And pray. But the brief footsteps are followed by the distinct sound of a door opening and closing at the other end of the hall.
And that’s that. The house is silent now.
Apparently, Georgina decided she’d rather punish me, than fuck me, tonight.