The Pool Boy: Boys of Summer, #1

by Madison Faye

  I grin, and my jaw drops. “Oh come on. What, like a crush?”

  He shakes his head, and his eyes spark with something hungry. “No, not just a crush. I mean I lusted after you, beautiful. I was hard like the whole time you lived here before New York.

  I gasp in mock shock. “Why Mason Dunn!” I utter. “Did you touch yourself to me in high school?”

  He chuckles. “Layla, you have no idea how many times I came fantasizing about you.”

  I bite my lip. “That’s actually pretty hot, you know.”

  He shrugs, and I lean in to kiss him.

  “Wait, so do you still do it? I mean masturbate to me?”

  He winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  “I would!” I giggle. “Wait, so when you go back college, are you—”

  I pause suddenly and frown, the idea of him leaving suddenly souring my mood horribly.

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” I say softly, and my grip on him tightens. I don’t want him to leave or go anywhere. I just selfishly and possessively want him here, with me, always. Which might be crazy talk, but I can’t help it.

  “You don’t have to worry,” he growls.

  “I’m not worried, I mean I don’t own you or anything, and I’m sure there are a whole bunch of college girls waiting for you to get back to Stanf—”

  “I’m not going back, Layla.”

  I frown and quickly look up at him. “What?”

  “I’m not going back.”

  “No, I heard you, but that’s insane! Mason, you’re not going back to Stanford? Are you kidding me?”

  He shrugs. “Nope.”

  “That’s absurd! You can’t just not go back to a school like that!”

  “You can if they ask you to not come back.”

  I stare at him. “Wait, what?”

  Mason sighs and pushes his fingers through his hair. “I got kicked out, Layla. I’m not going back because I’m not allowed to go back.”

  “Jesus Christ, Mason! For what?”

  He turns and smirks at me. “I hacked their system, and they didn’t really take too kindly to that.”

  “You hacked your own ivy league college? What on earth for?” I blink. “And you can do that?”

  “I’m… pretty good with computers,” he chuckles. “And I did it to try out this new online encryption algorithm I’ve been working on.”

  I blink. “Really?”

  “Yeah, it’s… eh,” he shrugs. “It’s boring e-com stuff.”

  I roll my eyes. “Mason, who do you know who started, built, and then sold a multi-million-dollar e-commerce line of lingerie?”

  He grins. “You want to see it?”

  “Um, hell yeah?”

  Mason chuckles and slips out of bed. “Then come on.”

  “Where?”

  “My place.”

  I pause, biting my lip. “Oh, that…” I think of waltzing into the house of my twenty-one-year-old lover and saying hello to his parents, my next-door neighbors, and my face falls.

  “My parents aren’t home,” he chuckles, like he’s reading my thoughts.

  I blush.

  “Feel like you’re in high school again yet?”

  I giggle. “A little, yeah. Except I never snuck into a boy’s house in high school. I was a nerd,” I shrug.

  Mason grins. “Same.”

  “Yeah, but then you got fucking hot,” I blurt out, blushing instantly.

  He winks and pulls me close, and I gasp when his hand slides down to cup my ass. “Look who’s talking,” he growls. “Now come on.”

  Okay, now I really do feel like I’m in high school.

  I’m sitting on Mason’s lap, in his bedroom at his desk, with his laptop open in front of us. I’m not super tech savvy, but I did start Layla Rose Intimates as an online-only store, and I know enough to know that what Mason is showing me is game changing. It’s incredible, actually. He’s managed to build what looks like the fastest, most lightweight, and safest online sales processing code ever.

  “So, yeah,” he shrugs. “That’s my pet project.”

  I blink, and when he turns with an expression of concern at my silence, I just shake my head.

  “What the fuck, Mason, this is incredible.”

  He shrugs, grinning. “Thanks. The goal is to finish it off and then see if Google or Shopify wants to buy it or something.”

  “Mason, do you really get what you have here?”

  “A pretty kick-ass payment processor?”

  “Well, yeah, but this is revolutionary, Mason. This could be worth a ton of money!”

  He grins. “That’s the goal. Millionaire by twenty-three, what do you think?”

  I slowly shake my head. “Think higher.”

  “Oh c’mon.” He frowns. “Wait, you think?”

  “Mason, I’m talking billions. You’re sitting on what could be the next Paypal.”

  He whistles lowly. “Billions?”

  “I’m not even trying to puff you up here!” I laugh. “Mason, this is freaking incredible!”

  He grins, and when he spins me around to face him in his lap, I bite my lip and look into his eyes. “Okay, I knew you were good with computers and stuff, but this is something else entirely.”

  “Well, guess I’m just full of surprises then.”

  “Yeah,” I purr. “Yeah, you are.”

  I lean in and kiss him, and it’s meant to be a quick peck, but it suddenly turns deeper. I moan as his tongue finds mine, and my pulses quickens as his hands slide over me. Slowly, I pull back, biting my lip.

  “So, go back to you fantasizing about me…”

  He chuckles. “When, back in high school?”

  “Uh-huh,” I whisper.

  He grins. “You want specifics?”

  I blush. “Maybe.”

  “Naaah,” he chuckles. “I don’t think you could handle that.”

  I laugh. “Try me!”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  I grin hungrily at him, and when I feel his cock swelling between my legs, I shiver. “Yes, I do,” I say huskily. “I want to know all of it.”

  “Do you now?” he growls. “Well, I used to sit right here in this chair, and I’d try and imagine you on your knees, with those fucking lips wrapped around my cock.”

  Heat blazes through me, imagining a slightly younger Mason stroking his huge cock and wishing it was me. It’s naughty, but goddamn is it hot and thrilling to think about.

  “What,” I whisper thickly. “Like this?”

  I slide off his lap, and before he can react, I’m reaching for his belt. I look up at him with fire in my eyes as I open his belt, and then his zipper. I tug his shorts down, and then hook my fingers into his boxers.

  “Shit, Layla,” he growls.

  “This what you imagined, Mason?” I whisper. I tug his boxers down, and I gasp when his fat cock springs free. I grip it, and with my eyes locked on his, I lean in and give it a long, slow lick. He groans in pleasure, and his hand slides into my hair. He grips my hair, and I moan at the control he takes, and I slide my wet lips over his swollen head.

  Mason hisses, and I whimper around his fat cock as I swallow as much of it as I can into my throat. I bob on his cock, and I slurp loudly. I get nasty on his cock, sucking wetly and loudly and slurping on him like a porn star. His jaw drops, and his look of pure unbridled lust spurs me on. I stroke him and play with his balls while I slobber on his cock, until finally I pull away with a wet pop.

  “Like that?” I breathe.

  “No,” he growls. “Not like that.”

  I frown, and he grins.

  “Trust me, the fantasy fucking sucked compared to that.”

  I giggle, and fire blazes through me.

  “What else?” I whisper heatedly.

  His eyes smolder. “You,” he growls. “On my bed, on your knees with your face to the sheets and that sweet ass up in the air.”

  I whimper, and I kiss him heatedly. He grunts and starts
to peel my clothes off—my tank top, my bra, and then when I stand, my cutoffs and then my panties. His fingers slide between my legs and stroke my eager, wet pussy, and I moan wantonly for him.

  “On the bed,” he growls deeply. “I’m going to get some water; I’ll be right back.”

  “Don’t be long,” I purr as I slide onto his bed and raise my ass up in the air. I sway my hips, and Mason groans.

  “I’ll be back in seven seconds.”

  I giggle as he lunges out of the room in just a pair of tented boxers. While he’s gone, I sit on the edge of the bed and look around his room. It’s been brought up to speed with him being a young man now—as in, it doesn’t look like I’m sure it looked when he was in high school. But it’s still funny to look around and think of him in this room when he was so young—young and thinking of me.

  I blush and start to snoop a little. I turn to the side table next to the bed and pull open the drawer. I smirk at the two-years-expired condoms and roll my eyes at the crumbling cigar still in the wrapper that looks like it’s been there for years. But towards the back, I find something that makes my brows arch.

  A bottle of lube—specifically, anal lube.

  I’m still holding it when I hear his footsteps. I close the drawer, flip over onto my hands and knees, and before I can second guess myself, I know what I want.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he steps back into the room. “A guy could get pretty fucking used to walking in to this sight.”

  I giggle and look back at him with a sultry look, waving my ass at him.

  “Mason?”

  “Yeah,” he grunts. He drops his boxers, and I suck in a breath of air as my eyes slide over his thick cock. What I’m thinking… well, I’ve never done before. And Mason is huge. But the wild desire is there, throbbing inside of me and making my whole body tingle. I slide a hand under his pillow, and I wrap my fingers around the little bottle from his drawer.

  “What else did you fantasize about,” I purr. “I mean concerning me.”

  His jaw tightens, and his eyes flash. “Lots of things,” he growls.

  “Tell me,” I whisper.

  “I thought about fucking you every possible way I could,” he groans. “On my bed, against the wall, in the shower—the hood of my fucking Jeep. Shit, Layla, there was no place I didn’t imagine having you.”

  I blush, and the thrill courses through me. “Yeah, but…” I blush deeper. “Where.”

  He frowns. “Where did I want to fuck you?”

  I swallow, and I arch a brow at him. “I mean where did you want to fuck me,” I purr out seductively. “Mason.”

  I slide my hand out from under the pillow, and his eyes blaze when they see what I’m holding.

  “Fuck, Layla,” he groans. I watch his already hard cock just fucking pulse between his legs, swelling somehow even bigger.

  “Don’t tease me,” he groans.

  “Why Mason Dunn,” I say with a sultry, shocked voice. “Did you fantasize about putting that big cock in my tight little ass?”

  “Fuck yes,” he hisses. His eyes are stormy as he stalks towards the bed.

  “Full discloser,” I breathe. “I’ve never actually done this.”

  He groans and moves onto the bed behind me. He slides over me, and I moan as his lips crush to mine.

  “Let me show you,” he growls. He kisses me again, and then he starts to pepper kisses down my neck, and onto my shoulder. I moan softly and sink back to the bed as Mason starts to kiss down my spine, one little bump at a time. His hands slide over me, soothing my skin and turning me on like nothing else, and when he gets to my ass, he starts to kiss each cheek.

  I murmur, closing my eyes and shivering with heat as he moves lower. His big hands grip me and spread me lewdly open, and a thrill shudders through me. I feel his breath on the backs of my thighs, and when his tongue drags over my pussy, I gasp in pleasure. He groans and pushes his tongue deep, fucking me slowly with it as I writhe for him. He sucks my clit between his lips and swirls his tongue over it until I’m moaning desperately and aching for anything he wants to give me.

  He teases his way higher, and when his tongue swirls over my asshole, I gasp sharply. It’s different, but my God does it feel good when he does that. He dances the tip of his tongue around and around my tight little hole, until I’m moaning deeply. His thumb finds my clit, and he rubs it as he tongues my ass.

  “I want it,” I gasp. I push the bottle of lube back towards him, and I hear him groan. “I want to feel it,” I whimper. “Just—”

  “I’m not gonna hurt you, beautiful,” he growls. I hear the pop of the bottle top, but then I moan as his tongue goes back to my ass. He groans into me, and I glance back and whimper when I see him stroking his thick cock, making it slick and glistening with the lubricant. He pulls away from me with a final lick, and then I gasp when I feel him start to drizzle the liquid over my ass. I moan, feeling it slide down between my cheeks, over my ass and then dripping down the lips of my pussy.

  Mason kneels behind me, and his hands stroke my skin. His fingers tease over my asshole, and I whimper as I feel him add pressure.

  “Just relax,” he growls softly. “Relax and let me make you feel good, baby.”

  And fuck does it already feel good. I’m so tight, but slowly, his finger starts to slide into me. A hot, throbbing sort of pleasure that I’ve never felt before blooms through me, and I moan eagerly. He growls, kissing the small of my back and slowly pushing his finger in and out of me. He slips it free, and I find myself whimpering in protest.

  Mason chuckles darkly behind me. “Greedy girl,” he growls, making me moan.

  He pushes his finger back to my ass, and this time, there’s two of them. Slowly, gently, he opens me up, sliding both fingers into me as I grip the sheets and moan for more. He pumps into me slowly, back and forth, before his fingers slide out again. I look back at him, our eyes lock, and I nod.

  “Fuck me,” I gasp softly.

  He groans and moves behind me, and when I feel that thick, swollen head of his slick cock against my tight little hole, I tremble and whimper. Mason strokes his cock against me, and he grips my ass with his other hand. He starts to push, and my breath catches. He’s slow, but determined, and he keeps adding pressure as I start to feel his fat crown slowly spread me open.

  “Oh God, oh God!” I whine in pleasure, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as I pant into his pillow. “Oh fuck, Mason!”

  He groans, and he pushes a little more, and suddenly, his head slips through my tight ring and into my ass.

  “Oh fuck!” I cry out. I tense a little, but holy fuck does it feel good. Weird, maybe, and different, but so good.

  Mason groans and keeps pushing, and I start to moan uncontrollably as inch after slick inch of his huge cock slides up my ass. My toes curl, and my fingers bunch the sheets into tight fists. It feels like he’s prying me open, and like he’s so fucking deep in me, but it feels fucking amazing.

  His hands grip my hips, and with a low, deep, almost primal growl, he pushes his cock the rest of the way into me. I cry out in pleasure, moaning eagerly and wantonly for him. He holds himself there deep inside, letting me feel his big cock throb, and letting me adjust to the thickness of him. I turn to him, gasping as our eyes lock.

  “I want you to…” I whimper. “Do it like you fantasized about.”

  He groans, and his cock pulses deep inside. One of his hands slides down the crease of my hip, down between my legs. His fingers stroke my absolutely dripping wet pussy, and he starts to rub my clit in maddeningly slow circles. Gently, he begins to slide out, and pleasure sizzles through me. He keeps going, groaning in pure pleasure until just his swollen head is right inside my tight ring.

  “Jesus, Layla,” Mason snarls. “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy like this.”

  “You like… oh fuck,” I shiver. “You’ve finally got me in your room, Mason,” I purr. “On my knees with your big, thick cock in my ass.” He pulses, and I whimper again. “So
, what are you gonna do about it?” I whisper heatedly.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you’re climbing the fucking walls,” he growls right in my ear. “I’m going to fuck this tight little ass until you’re coming harder for me than you’ve ever fucking come before.”

  He rolls his hips and pushes his cock into me. I moan, my eyes rolling back as I feel that fat dick slide into me again. He keeps going until his abs flex against my ass, and then he’s sliding back out. Mason keeps one hand on my clit and grabs the bottle of lube with the other. I moan when I feel him drizzle more of it over my ass and his glistening, bulging cock, and when he slides back in even easier, pleasure blooms deep inside of me.

  I drop my cheek to the bedsheets, and the moans just start to pour out of me as Mason starts to fuck me like he owns me. His slick, pulsing cock slides deep into my ass, making me squeal, and his fingers rub my clit until I’m gasping in pleasure. It’s not just regular pleasure either, it feels like it’s swelling through my whole body. My very skin feels like it’s on fire for him. My pulse is like lighting coursing through me, and the throbbing between my legs grows thicker, and wilder.

  Mason grunts, and his fingers dig into my skin as he fucks me harder. His hand slides up my back, and when he tugs my hair, I start to lose it. With his fingers on my clit, the other hang pulling my hair enough to make me moan, and his fat cock plunging deep into my ass, I start to tumble hard towards that edge. I gasp for air, and I’m drowning in pleasure when he pushes deep into me and rubs my clit just the right way.

  I clench, I convulse, my vision swims, and I start to come—and I start to come hard.

  The cry is guttural and deep in my throat. My body tightens and then suddenly explodes around him, and the orgasm detonates through my very core. I scream into the sheets, shaking and writhing under him, and Mason suddenly roars. He thrusts deep into me and grips me so fucking tight. And suddenly, I can feel him start to come.

  His fat cock pulses and throbs deep in my ass. His balls tighten against my pussy lips, and I cry out when I feel him start to explode deep inside of me. His hot cum pours into my ass, flooding me and pumping into me again and again as he just holds himself there. He leans over me, and I twist my head to kiss him feverishly as we both freeze like that, trembling and shaking as the orgasms shudder through us.