11. Mila #3
“Last one in is a dork,” he shouted and pulled his pants and boxer shorts down swiftly before running into the lake.
I stared at his naked ass as he ran, and all I could think was, Oh, my God, I’m about to skinny-dip with Ryker Walker, and his ass is tan when highlighted by the moon.
How did he have a tan ass? My hands flew to my top, and I pulled it off without even thinking.
I needed to get into that water with him.
I wasn’t sure if he was testing me, but I didn’t care.
This was like all my dreams come true, plus one hundred.
I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of some possible sexy time with him.
“You coming?” Ryker shouted from the water as I stood there in my bra. “If you don’t get in here in twenty seconds, I’ll come and get you.”
“Come and get me, then,” I said giddily, already feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience.
I froze as I saw him coming toward me, his body gloriously naked and drenched in water as he approached me.
My jaw fell as I stared at his manhood—strong, thick, and majestic.
He came closer and closer, and all the moisture in my throat evaporated.
I couldn’t move; my legs were like cement, hardened into the shore.
His towering body stopped in front of me, his dark hair slick on his head as drops fell from his face onto my shoulders.
“I’m here,” he said, his wet hand on my back, touching my bra strap.
“I’m ready,” I said softly, and he unclasped my bra. We both stood there in silence as my bra fell to the ground.
“Those are the words I’ve been waiting for,” he said with a smirk, his fingers lightly running across my collarbone and then down the valley between my breasts.
I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as his fingers ran down to my stomach and played in my belly button before continuing down to my shorts.
He didn’t even pause as he undid the button and then slid the zipper down.
I grabbed his hand, feeling panicked at what I was about to do, and my finger accidentally grazed his hardness.
I heard his sharp intake of breath at my touch, and his fingers stilled.
“You’re never going to forget tonight, Mila,” he whispered into my ear. “Now take off your panties and join me in the lake before I do something everyone on the lake will be talking about in the morning.”
He took my fingers lightly and brushed them against his cock again. This time the touch was deliberate and sensual, both of us knowing what we were doing. I took hold of him and ran my fingers down his length, barely able to breathe. His eyes darkened at my touch.
His right hand reached up to caress my breast. His fingers were cold against my skin, and I shivered as he rubbed his palm against my nipple.
I moaned involuntarily, and he grunted, squeezing my breast even more tightly and pinching my nipple before stepping back and releasing his hold on me.
“Join me in the lake. You can leave on your panties or take them off,” he said gruffly.
“Whichever one you decide, will let me know what you want to do next.”
“What about Barbie?” I asked breathlessly.
“What about Troy?” he asked and raised an eyebrow before shrugging and walking back into the lake slowly and confidently.
I stood there for about ten seconds before I pulled my panties down and followed him into the water.
It was ice cold against my body, and I yelped as I surged down into the water, letting it cover me completely so I could get acclimated more quickly.
His strong hands grabbed me and pulled me out of the water, and he looked down at me with a stern look.
“What are you doing, Mila?” he asked with a frown as he held me.
“I was just getting my body adjusted to the temperature,” I said, then gasped when his fingers slid down my waist and in between my legs, rubbing me gently in my most private of spots.
“What are you doing?” I pushed against his shoulders as my breasts brushed against his chest.
“Checking to see if you were wearing any underwear,” he said, his fingers still lingering between my legs and rubbing on my clit.
“Well, you know the answer now.” I was turned on even as I grabbed his arm and pulled it back.
“Yes, I do,” he said as he removed his fingers, grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me closer to him, so that my body was now pushed up against his as the water splashed over us.
“So, now what?” I said, my voice squeaking as I felt his hardness moving against my stomach. I wasn’t even sure how he was still hard, since I thought men grew flaccid in cold water.
“Now, you tell me that you want me more than you want Troy,” he said, his hands falling to my ass and squeezing.
“No, you tell me you want me more than you want Barbie,” I said. I began to lose my balance and instinctively moved my legs up around his waist.
“Was there ever any doubt?” he asked as he bent down to kiss me. “Right now, I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone else before.”