FOURTEEN Dangerous Territory
ZACHARY
I’m not even sure who moves first, but in the next second we’re sucking face as if nothing else will provide us with the life-giving oxygen we need. I’ve kissed her before. But it wasn’t anything this intense. Shit, it’s downright sultry.
Her lips are wet from the water—fortunately not that awful over-chlorinated kind—and with my chest utterly bare I can feel every curve and line of where she’s up against me. Like that her nipples are peaked, for instance.
Hell, yeah.
But when I take a breath, Sadie’s blinking at me uncertainly, and all I can think of is how she was crying yesterday. Even though things seemed aboveboard, it yanks me out of the moment. I refuse to take advantage of this situation and decide my safest bet would be to let her initiate.
Which she’s not currently doing.
Instead, since we’re shallow enough to have our feet touching the bottom, she steps back from me, putting about a foot of distance between us. Message received. So, despite my hard-on being flush with her pelvic bone mere seconds ago, I launch into a speech to try to reclaim my composure.
“Did you know that a lot of orthopedic surgeons and occupational therapists prescribe water aerobics to their patients? They did for me after my surgeries. In a heated pool only because the warmth relaxes you and feels so good.” Uh-oh. Feeling good is dangerous territory. I need to pivot. “It makes the resistance less...” I’m about to say painful but switch that term out. “Of a struggle. By lowering the amount of pressure on joints and muscle groups.”
Sadie’s gaze softens, and she approaches. Her tone is lighter than usual, even amused, when she says, “Is that right?”
“Uh, yeah.” I’m rambling, but I can’t seem to stop. “Then there’s the benefit of blood circulation and...”
Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. The only blood circulation issues I can consider with any gravity are the ones involving my dick since she’s now crossed over to me to play with the damp curls at the nape of my neck.. I’ll be lucky if I have more than two brain cells to rub together because the tent in my swim trunks is growing exponentially.
“Zach?” She interrupts me.
“Uh-huh?”
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
I do because I’m helpless to do anything else.
And holy shit, her lips are plump. Plump and juicy. I nibble at them, and when she opens her mouth, I sweep my tongue inside, tasting her. We’re surrounded by the swirling eddies of the pool, the heated water only helping to stoke the fires of our fervor. Her right hand takes my left and situates my fingers on the hem of her swimsuit tank, encouraging me to tug it upward.
And what’s a guy to do but take the hint?
I yank it off over her head, exposing the dusky pink tips of her breasts to me.
Glorious.
I might as well quadruple the amount of time I’ve been without a woman because right now, it feels like an eternity. When Sadie propels herself backwards using some sort of backstroke or whatever, I watch mesmerized as those nipples float and bob about in the water showing off their buoyancy. The scarred one reacting to the water much like its counterpart.
Hot damn.
It’s only as she reaches the far side of the shallow end that I realize she’s sitting there in that foot and a half of water waiting for me. I swim over, and she takes my trunks in her hand, shoving them down until my erection is standing tall right in front of her.
Right in front of those juicy lips.
Still, I don’t expect her to take me like that. Blowjobs are for a man’s pleasure rather than a woman’s. But she stuns me by going ahead and doing it almost in defiance of what I’m thinking. When she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue causing every sort of decadence to swirl along the underside of my shaft, I groan.
It’s heaven on earth.
Looping her palm around my base, she works me over, my trunks still around my knees. Not every pump is in sync with her hand, and on occasion, I feel the sharp twinge that comes with her teeth accidentally grazing the top of me, but I don’t care. All and all, it’s fabulous.
But spurting down her throat wouldn’t be smart. At least, not until I’ve made her come first. I’m so close to hitting that point of no return, yet I can’t let myself. Not before Sadie’s hit hers.
So, I kick off my trunks, drag the clingy material of her bikini bottoms off her flawless ass, and sit so that while our feet are still in the water, the rest of us is out.
“Ride me, lovely. Ride me till you’re climaxing all over my cock.”
She impales herself on me, and we both groan loud enough to reverberate off the walls of this room. I wonder if our other housemates can hear us, then decide that I don’t care. When I notice her knees chafing along the bottom of the pool, I lift up a bit so she can grind over me as much as she wants without incurring any additional damage.
I don’t want any of this to hurt.
With her right hand holding onto the side of my neck, she balances herself and writhes over me like a woman possessed. I stare at her. At how her breasts quake with every movement. At how the strands of her hair create this vast network of silkiness that frames her face. At how her head is thrown back in passion. In euphoria.
“Zach... Zach, I’m about to... Ohhh...”
“Go right ahead, lovely. Let me feel you.”
And that’s when she arches her back and howls like a banshee up to the rafters. Her core tightens above me, writhing and undulating, her orgasm overtaking her.
It also overtakes me.
“Uuungn, yes,” she calls out, and less than a second later, I join her.
“Fuck...” I hiss as I spill inside her. And I swear to God that I fountain within her so many times that it’s a wonder I have any bones, tendons, or ligaments left to deal with the aftermath.
For a few minutes, I lay there, the pool steadily lapping at my ankles as the last vestiges of her climax continue to milk me in these exquisite mini embraces. I’m now holding her on top of me. She’s lowered her cheek to my chest, and I place a peck on the still damp crown of her head.
She peeks up at me, her eyes mellow and content. I can’t help it. I tug at her chin until our lips line up again. Our kiss is soft and sweet.
When she skitters off me a minute later, I miss her immediately. Yeah, the floor of this pool isn’t the most comforting resting place, but I’d endure it for hours to keep her with me.
She wades a few feet away, stark naked now, and at first, I’m not sure why she’s doing it. But then she shows up with our swimsuits in tow.
Right.
I wring my trunks out, my erection still at full mast. Sadie doesn’t know this about me, but my body is more than capable of going straight back for a rebound. Don’t think now’s the time to mention this, though. Not with her climbing the little rise that leads out of the water away from me.
So, sex with Sadie. I didn’t plan for it. Didn’t set out for these circumstances to go down. But I’m glad they did.
Not to mention that there’s more to this date that I haven’t even introduced yet. I’m hoping to receive another wholesomely innocent reaction from her like I did when we rocked all those cannonballs like a couple of kids.
“So, how do you feel about the next stage of our date being the arcade?” I’m still grinning at her. Probably looking all loopy.
But her features flip from enchantingly flushed and relaxed to slack. Then every ounce of color drains out of them, turning her complexion ghost white.
And my grin slides right off my face.