Chapter 30
Gavin
Charlotte is naked.
Well, not entirely. She still has on her bra and panties, but the pale pink lace against her fair complexion makes her look naked.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep my eyes on hers and not her nearly naked body.
“I told you, I want to go swimming,” she says.
“Now? In the middle of the night? In your underwear?” I ask.
“Well now, you’re starting to sound like me,” she says.
“I guess that’s because you’re acting like me,” I say. The next thing I know, she’s hopping into the pool. A moment later, she comes up out of the water, her eyes bright and a smile on her face.
“Oh my god, it feels amazing. You have to come in,” she says, bobbing in the water.
“You want me to come in with you.” I ask, but it comes out like a statement.
“You won’t regret it,” she says teasingly, and every nerve in my body ignites.
No, no, I will not.
A moment later I am stripped down to my briefs, hopping into the pool. She is not wrong. It is warm. It feels amazing after being on a ski lift in the thirty-two degree air.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” she asks, wading in front of me.
“It is,” I say, slowly closing the space between us.
I cup the nape of her neck in my palm and pull her closer, my lips covering hers.
This time, it’s warm, wet, and hungry. Charlotte’s eyes close and she links her hands around my neck as the kiss goes deeper.
Part of me wants to look around to see if anyone is watching.
The other part of me doesn’t care. That part seems to win the fight because I back her against the edge, lifting her onto the step in the water.
“I want to taste you,” I say gruffly, and she grins.
“Well then, come back for more,” she says, running her hands through my hair and pulling my mouth back towards hers.
“No,” I say with my hands on her thighs. “I want to taste you,” I tell her. Her eyes search mine, wild and mischievous. I take a deep breath and go under.
Charlotte’s hands are laced in my hair as I find the elastic on her lace panties and pull them down. Then, I cover her pussy with my mouth. My tongue wastes no time finding her clit, flicking and sucking while the clock ticks. I need air, but not as badly as I need her to come for me.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to see her face or hear her whimpers to know she is edging. I can feel the muscles in her thighs and her torso flexing. Not to mention the way she’s pulling my hair.
Still, time is of the essence. I know myself.
I can hold my breath for roughly a little less than a minute when I put my mind to it, thanks to diving class in college.
But I’d pride myself on unraveling her in less than that.
I bare down on her clit, sucking, kissing, nibbling and flicking until her hips buck against my mouth, shaking with the force of the orgasm.
I come out of the water, and both of us are gasping. But it only makes me grin.
“You are unreal,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” I say, giving her a kiss, wanting her to taste her sweet self.
“But you know…two can play that game,” she says slyly, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Charlotte staring up at me through her eyelashes, her skin glistening from the water, her breath rising in the cold air, her cheeks rosy.
It’s giving me a raging hard-on. I am about two seconds from picking her up, bending her over the edge of the pool, and having my way with her.
Apparently, two seconds is too long. The next thing I know, she is tugging my briefs down and clutching my dick in her hand.
“Fuck,” I let out when I feel the pressure of her hand.
“Not so cocky now, are you? Pun intended, of course,” she purrs. I wouldn’t normally let her get away with that sass; I also can’t bring myself to move.
Charlotte pumps her hand up and down the length of me, slowly at first and then a little more quickly, then slow again.
I can feel the pressure building inside me, then back down again.
Up and down. Up and down. She’s edging me and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it other than reach behind her and grip the edge of the pool in my hands.
“You’re so hot,” she whispers as her hand strokes me from base to tip. She lets the head slide between her fingers, teasing it with every glide. “And you’re so hard for me,” she adds.
My lips part, emitting an aroused sigh at her words. Giving me a hand job in a hot pool is one thing. Dirty talking is another. This girl is going to end me, right here, right now.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” I say, gripping the side harder in my hands. “I need you to get me off,” I tell her.
“Is that what you want?” she purrs.
My voice is rough and growl-like as I look at her. “Get me the fuck of–” I stop talking, and she stops stroking as voices come from around the corner.
“Shit,” I say.
“Oh my god,” she adds.
I hop out of the pool and hold out a hand. “Come on. The cabin is right around the corner.”
I pull her out and we start to run as quickly as we can without slipping on the pavement towards the cabin. But then Charlotte stops. “Wait! Our clothes!”
I look back and see the shadows of some guys walking toward us. I rush back, grab our clothes off the chair, and we dash off to the cabin.
Once the door is closed and locked, we both laugh. I pick her up in my arms and take her to the bed where we climb under the covers. We are soaked; shivering and laughing, but very much still turned on.
“You’re still hard,” she says. “Even though it’s like thirty degrees outside.”
“Well, it’s about ninety-eight in here and rising,” I say as I crawl on top of her.
Our mouths connect again, our tongues reuniting, picking up right where we left off. I take her hands in mine and raise them above her head, pinning them to the bed. I lace my fingers with hers as I straddle her, a smirk on my face and fire in my eyes.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?” I ask.
“I mean, considering we got interrupted a few minutes ago, I’m guessing pretty badly…” she says with a small smile.
Oh, baby girl…
I lower myself down so I am eye level with her pussy, kissing her lower stomach before nibbling at the elastic.
Then I rip them downwards, tearing the lace with my teeth, exposing all of her.
I kiss her softly, teasing her clit again just to warm things up; she gasps.
I shed my briefs and lower myself back down onto her.
“Did you just rip my panties off with your teeth?” she asks. I grin and pin her hands above her head again.
“Yes, I did,” I say, maneuvering my hips over hers. We’re skin against skin now, and while we are still wet, we have definitely warmed up. Charlotte’s chest is rising and falling with her rapid breaths. I kiss the swell of her breasts before pressing my lips back to her mouth again.
Freeing one of her hands, I use mine to guide myself inside her.
It’s a smooth glide. She is hot, wet and ready for me, and we both moan as I fill her up.
She uses her free hand to rake her fingernails through my hair.
I didn’t know how much it would drive me wild until I met her.
I’m usually a little uncertain what women think of my hair.
It’s still dark brown and thick, and my hairline could put Henry Cavill to shame, but the silver is becoming more prominent.
When I hit my mid-forties, it really started turning gray, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s even in my beard a little.
“I love your hair,” she says as her hand trails from the back of my head to my jawline and over my chin. It’s like she can read my mind.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, grinding slowly into her. “What do you love about it?”
“The color…” she says with a small smile.
“So it doesn’t bother you?” I ask, moving rhythmically over her.
“That you’re older than me?” she asks.
“I prefer the term mature,” I say with a hint of a cringe.
“I’m not sure that word entirely fits you,” she teases.
“Baby girl, are you implying I’m not a man?” I ask.
“Not at all…” she says with a giggle. And with that, I drive myself deep inside her.
“Oh, god…” she lets out, and I clench her hands more tightly in mine.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I said fuck,” she cries out, and I let out a gritty chortle.
“Good girl,” I say before picking up the pace, thrusting my dick in and out of her until I can feel the promising swell of release.
“Gavin,” she moans, wrapping her legs around me. Her fingers dig into my hands as her jaw unhinges. I can tell by the shuddering in her muscles that she is close too.
I reposition myself a little higher, knowing that the hard, smooth tip of my cock is rubbing right against her g-spot. The heat builds to an uncontainable level inside her.
“Oh fuck!” she screams, and her body bucks against mine as I come inside of her, her pussy tightening in spasms around me.
I come to my knees and sit back, both of us gasping for air with a smile.
“That was crazy,” she pants.
“Crazy good or crazy bad?” I ask, reaching for a towel.
“What do you think?” she asks, and I grin. She rolls over and pulls the blanket over herself. As much as I don’t want to, I get dressed.
“I have to go,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says.
Before I leave, I plant a kiss on her lips and then quietly sneak out. Once again, the night air feels amazing. Only this time, in the distance, is the soft glow of the sun. It’ll be coming up in an hour or so. Damn.
I shove my hands in my pockets and make my way towards my cabin, but as I round the corner, I stop.
“You’re up early,” Ben says.
Shit.
“And why are you wearing the same clothes as last night?” he asks.
Double shit.
“They weren’t dirty, so I figured, why not?” I ask. Then I spin the conversation around. “Why are you up so early?”
“We all crashed out at the brewery last night,” he chuckles. “I’m headed back to the cabin now. Not everyone called it a night early on,” he says.
“Right. Yeah. I’m just…heading to grab coffee before the hangover wagon rushes the coffee shop,” I say.
“Sounds good,” he says. I pat him on the back before we part ways. I let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask any more questions. Problematically, I’m now wide awake. Guess I will go grab some coffee.
It’s going to be a long day.
But it was totally worth it.