Splash

by Kristen Kelly

  I growled, taking my cock inside my fist. I stroked from head to hilt. Slick hot precum slid between my fingers. I growled.

  Hot tingling blood rushed through the head of my penis. So good. So fucking good.

  She was so fucking hot! I pictured her hair, long and tangled from previous love-making, wrapped round my fist while I rode her. Ass, naked and exposed, tipped high in the air while I slammed my cock inside that sweet pussy.

  I put the calm responsible Damon out of my mind, becoming feral and raw. An animal could posses her. I stroked faster, slowly at first and then more vigorously, letting my two worlds collide.

  I hissed through my teeth. How had I let her get to me? I swore that would never happen again. Not after the last fucking time. Damn it! I was fucked. So very fucked. I growled louder, feeling the energy in my dick rise, the glorious sensations taking me to the edge. The fucking edge!

  I slowed, wanting to cap the feeling. Spread it out a bit more.

  Could I resist her in real life? What made me think getting the woman on her back was a good idea? “That was your idea, huh?” My cock responded with a little lurch. I felt the edge of my glans which was softer and a little rough beneath my thumb. A drop of precum slipped along the edge and I pumped a little harder.

  Before I could indulge completely, I grabbed the towel from the floor and spread it on my lap. I let out a huge breath, not even aware I’d been holding it. I could tell how much ejaculation I was making. It felt huge, the hot sticky fluids accumulating inside my body. I slowed my hand a bit. It felt good. So good that I wanted to shout about it so I did. “Lizabeth! Lizabeth, you’re so fucking hot. You’re making me come!” There was no one to hear my strange words but they surprised even me. I’d never been this turned on by one woman before. Not when she wasn’t in the room. I’d never shouted while masturbating either, but something inside me wanted to make it real, make it happen in my head. Not just the one between my legs.

  I groaned and then picked up the pace of my frenzied activity, imagined her soft sexy voice begging me to fuck her, to fill her with my cum. What I wouldn’t give to bury myself in that sweet, sweet pussy right now. And taste it. I’d defiantly have to taste it.

  My fantasy grew as I pictured her in my mind. I was glad she’d been chilled, because her nipples puckered up, smiling at me through that barely-there lycra. I wondered about her pussy, how it would feel against my cheek when I nuzzled between her thighs. As I stroked myself more, my daydream grew. She’d feel like a vice around my cock—milk the shit out of me until I came.

  “Fuck!” I was getting close, the stimulation overwhelming. Panting and breathless, I closed my eyes. I screamed her name once more. Each time I did, my senses heightened. Deep sexual pleasure sizzled inside my bones.

  I thought of our swimming lesson and how things could have gone so very different:

  A grinning Elizabeth lay in my arms, breathing heavy. While she was practicing her back float, her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips seductively. Without even speaking, I knew what she wanted from me. My cock. It bulged inside my Speedo, itching to come out, begging for her attention. “Next lesson,” I said, sliding one thin strap off her left shoulder. I did the same thing with the right one and gently slid the suit down until her tits were fully exposed. “Oh.” She gasped but made no attempt to hide herself. Still lieing on her back, I stared down at her full breasts, the nipples pink and hard, begging to be fondled as she jutted them upwards. I kissed the tan lines on her shoulders, then her neck, her chest, and finally her breasts until my mouth found those sexy pink tips. I sucked one into my mouth while supporting the rest of her body on one arm. “So sweet,” I murmured. “I’ll bet your pussy is sweet too.” I lifted my head so as to gage her reaction, see whether she would frown or cover herself up. She did none of those thing, but arched her back toward me, nipples slicing the thick air. She groaned and then said in a breathy voice, “You want to taste me?”

  Boy, did I! My cock was so hard I thought I would burst into flames.

  “I said, ‘do you wanna taste me too?’”

  Affirmation shone in her eyes.

  “I want you, Damon. I wanted you from the first day I saw you.”

  “I want you too,” I said. “I want to fuck you, Elizabeth, make you come while you cry my name. I want to fuck you so hard you never think of another man. But first….”

  She moaned and gasped when my lips found the her nipple again. I pulled on it gently with my teeth while fondling the other between thumb and forefinger.

  “Bite me,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I said bite me!”

  I did as she commanded and she gave a little mewling sound. Then her arms circled my neck. “But first?”

  “Huh?”

  “You said there was something you wanted to do first.”

  “Oh. Well…” I gave her bottom a little pinch and she broke into giggles. “I think you need to pay for your lesson.”

  She gave me a wicked grin, cupping her breasts and wriggling out of my arms. “Oh really, Mr. Donavan. And how do you propose I do that…exactly?”

  “Come here.” I lead her to the edge of the pool. The section where the built-in stairs were.

  I sat myself down. “Now stay right there.”I boosted myself up one step. And then two. “That looks about right,” Then I stood up, slipped down my Speed, stepped out, and flung it out of the pool. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide and heat seared through them as she scanned my naked body. As I sat on the stairs, water lapping at my legs, my cock stood at attention—good soldier that he was.

  My dick hardened to steely rock. So hard my balls ached. While I watched those heavy lidded eyes.

  She fondled her own tits, a little tongue slipping out. “You want me to…?”

  “Yup.”

  “All right.”I could see her heart heaving in her chest, those beautiful breasts bouncing, the red swimsuit pushed around her waist while she knelt on the stairs.. “You’re so fucking big. And hard. Fucking hard as rock,” she breathed. “I hunger for you, Damon. All of you.” Within seconds those sweet lips wrapped around my dick and…

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Who the fuck!” I couldn’t stop—not even if I’d tried, and my hand kept pumping of its own accord for longer than I would remember.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Holding my breath for all I was worth, I finally came, breathing as if thunderstruck, my load exploding in hot thick ropes of cum , saturating the towel on my lap. I growled with the release and then gritted my teeth at having to end it too soon.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Damn it! Hold on! I’m not even dressed.”

  “Damon. Damon, are you in there?”

  Jason? How did he know where I…?No one knows where my bungalow is.

  “Hold on. Hold on.” Grabbing the evidence of my endeavors, I ran into the bathroom, chucked the towel in the shower, and pulled on a robe. Fuming that anyone should know about my place, I stomped back to the door and turned the lock. “You better have a good explanation for…”

  “Hey, man,” Jason said, barging right in. He searched me up and down. “I wasn’t…?” He scanned the room, as if expecting someone or something to jump out at him. “I didn’t interrupt you, did I?”

  “I was taking a shower.”

  He peered into the bathroom, and then shrugged as he took in my attire.

  “What do you want, Jason?”

  “Um, just came to apologize for my sister. She probably doesn’t even remember what happened last night.”

  “No problem.” I didn’t dare tell him we’d already talked or that I gave her a swim lesson “How did you know where to find me? I generally keep this place under wraps from all the guests.”

  He lifted a shoulder. “Wasn’t hard. I just saw you always go in one specific direction and there aren’t any rooms that way, so I figured you had a place in the back. I guessed you like your privacy, huh?”

  “Go
t that right,” I said glaring at him. In fact, I was ecstatic with my privacy right up until your incessant ass came knocking.

  “Probably got a lot of women chasing you, huh?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Thought so.” He scratched his head, and then flopped down in a chair.

  “Is that all?” I said, annoyed that he hadn’t taken the hint himself about the privacy.

  “Actually, I thought you could help me with something.”

  “Really? Mind if I get dressed first?” Without waiting for his answer, I disappeared into my dressing room, grabbing the first pair of jeans I found in my closet, and threw them on. I found a T-shirt in a drawer, but before I could slip it over my head, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Fuck! No wonder he appeared suspicious. I look like I just fucked an entire cheerleader squad. I’d forgotten to shave this morning, giving my face the appearance of dark shadows, and my hair stood up in porcupine quills. I grabbed a comb and gave myself a few quick pulls, then threw open the door.

  “Okay, what can I help you with?” I shoved my arms through the shirt and pulling it over my head. “I’m a busy man you know.”

  Jason grinned and something told me I didn’t like knowing why. “I can see that,” he said. “It’s why I think you’re the perfect person to help me with my problem.”

  “How’s that?”

  “It’s just you seem to know just about every guest here, which is kinda weird since some of these guys would have a heart attack if they even tried to take your class. So I’m guessing they’re not into…you know…what you have to offer. But never mind that. I don’t care really.”

  “What are you getting at?”

  “I assume you get lots of women too, just because of who you are.”

  “Oh really. Who am I then?”

  “You know, hot single guy, always has his shirt off, all those muscles flexing.”

  “So you assume I get lots of action.”

  “Hey, I’m not accusing you of anything. I just figure you been around.”

  I chuckled. If he only knew how far that was from the truth. I hadn’t had a date in a year and-a-half, plus I never dated women at the club. “Get to the point.”

  He took a deep breath and put his feet up on the ottoman. “Okay listen. Here’s the thing. My sister, Liz… You know? The one who fell in the pool? Well, as her big brother, it’s my job to protect her from the scumbags of the world, only so far I haven’t done such a bang-up job of it.”

  “You haven’t?”

  “Nah. She’s too stubborn, but this time I think I have her convinced to let me help. Scumbag number five is why we’re here. To get her mind off that asshole.” He shook his head, then gave me a smug look. “Ya know… if I had any real influence over my sister, I’d make her swear off our kind for at least five years or join a convent for god’s sake but…”

  “But?” I was really intrigued.

  “But, I know my sister. She seems to need a man in her life.” He gave me a lopsided grin that I know had to hurt his face. No brother wants to think of his sister like that. I should know.

  “Maybe she has a high sex drive,” I heard myself saying. I don’t know why I wanted to see him squirm, but the sadistic side of me did—maybe it was because of the unwelcome interruption a moment ago. Jason’s eyes grew enormous. His jaw clenched.

  “Come on, man. Don’t talk about Liz like that.”

  “Sorry.” I half-chuckled.

  His face softened as he sat up. His feet fell off the ottoman. “I don’t want to admit it, but it’s probably true.”

  It was difficult to keep the smile off my face, but I managed. “So how can I help?”

  “Help me find.”

  “I don’t follow.”

  “Help me find Liz a nice guy and… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but he needs to be the total opposite of you.”

  Perfect.

  Chapter Seven

  Elizabeth

  It happened so fast.

  Him leaving me like that.

  As I watched that tight perfect ass of Damon Donovan slink away from the pool, I was confused. I tried to make sense of what just happened. And what was that all about finding me a new swim trainer? Did he think I was a moron because I couldn’t swim? Or worse, an alcoholic not worth his time? I couldn’t blame him for coming to that conclusion, but it angered me even more.

  I needed swim lessons, damn it!

  Embarrassed or not, I wanted to swim, but I wanted Damon to be the one to teach me. I felt comfortable with him. More comfortable than I’d ever been with a man. It was like we’d always been together. And no one. Not even Jason, had ever held me like that in the scariest place in my world. The water.

  As I was ruminating all this in my head while batting the ice around in my glass, Jason joined me at the table. “Eat yet?” He took the seat across from me with a big shit-eaten grin plastered all over his face.

  “Nope,” I said, regretting what god-forsaken idea must be lurking inside my brother’s head. “What are you grinning about?” I really didn’t want to know. Well, I did, and I didn’t. It likely had something to do with him finding me a date.

  “Tell ya later. Um, I’ll have a big greasy burger, an order of home fries and a chocolate shake.” The waitress looked from him to me, as if one of us had two heads. “I don’t…”

  “All right, all right,” Jason said with a grin. “No burgers here. Right. Just bring us whatever is on special. Steak, shrimp bouillabaisse, whatever. I’m in too good a mood to be picky.” He stared down at the menu, frowning. “Christ, I’m going to starve in this place.” His head lifted. “At least they have alcohol. Okay, I order for both of us, Liz?”

  “Sure.”

  “Great. Two specials. And two white wines.” He gave me a wink. “I mean two waters with lime.”

  “You’re never going to let me live that down. Are you?”

  “Nah.” He grinned. “Why would I? It’s what brothers do.”

  I sighed. “I guess I deserve it.”

  “Yup.”

  “Although it’s not entirely my fault.”

  “How’s that?”

  “You told me to have a good time and I was. Having a good time, that is.”

  “Maybe a little too much of a good time?”

  “I guess I deserve that. About that night… I don’t remember walking back to the room. Did you carry me or…” I dropped my gaze, hoping what I thought happened, actually had, although I was too embarrassed to ask.

  “Of course I didn’t. You know I have a bad back. Mr. Muscles carried you. Probably does it all the time. Seems like the caveman type, don’t you think?”

  “I wouldn’t know.” My face heated. “I’m surprised you let him…seeing how protective you are about my…virtue, all of a sudden.”

  “Protect you? From who? Damon Donovan? Oh don’t worry about him. I’m thinking he’s probably…taken. Or something. No harm there.”

  “Oh really?” I couldn’t help grinning. “Well, that’s a relief,” I said. It really wasn’t, but I sort of hoped I was the one Damon was taken with.

  “Yeah, and if he isn’t, he’s not your type anyway.”

  “He’s not?”

  “The guy has player written all over him. He’s full of himself. Why else would he spend all his time doing what he does? What grown man lifts weights for a living, Liz?”

  “He teaches swimming too,” I muttered before I’d really thought about what I was saying. The last thing I wanted was Jason to think I was interested in Damon. “I mean. That’s what I’ve heard anyway.”

  Jason arched an inquisitive brow.

  “Does he now? Well stay away from him, Liz.”

  “Uh huh.” I stared into my drink, trying to look disinterested. “Oh, the food is here,” I said glancing up at a twenty-something waiter carrying two plates of spinach salad, peaches, and poached salmon. He placed them on the table. “This looks good,” I said trying to change the subject.
Jason rolled his eyes but dug in with a grimace.

  “it’s like eating grass,” He mumbled.

  “Oh don’t whine. You need to eat healthier anyway.”

  “Whatever. But when I die, I expect you to throw a big party with lots of juicy steaks and hot fudge sundaes for dessert.”

  I giggled. “Okay. Noted.” I took a bite of my salad relishing the crunchy almonds, seasoned breadcrumbs, and spicy dressing. “You don’t like Damon very much, do you?”

  “On the contrary. I do like him. I like him a lot, but what kind of job is that for a man? It can’t pay that well, right?”

  I shrugged, not having thought about it. With Damon, what I thought about were his lips, warm and hungry, incredibly close as he stared down at me in the pool. I thought of those lips between my legs, how his hair would brush my thigh, the way my skin would tingle beneath his tongue. I squeezed my legs together, my face heating.

  Damon paused in his eating as he searched my face, eyes narrow. “You okay?”

  “Fine.”

  “I’m just saying, you don’t want a pauper, that’s for sure. Mmmm, this is actually good.”

  “What do you mean, I don’t want a pauper?”

  “The list.”

  “My List?”

  “Your perfect man list.”

  “Oh god. You were serious, about that?”

  “Of course. We want someone with his own money, but not so much that he thinks he can buy you right? And I guess the guy should be good looking but not too good looking.”

  “What do you mean by we? Jason what are you up to?”

  “Hey, I’m just filling in the basics, Liz. Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll find anyone here at the club so just in case…”

  “Well, I think I can pick a nice guy even if you can’t, so don’t worry about...”

  Jason waved a finger at me, totally serious. “No way. We agreed. I can’t watch you go through that. Not again. If I hadn’t stopped by that day… “ His face paled and his eyes watered. “I can’t lose you, Liz. You’re all I have in this world.”

  I wanted to say he wasn’t exactly alone. He did have someone. Someone I admired and had grown to love. Someone he was willing to marry but for some reason he hadn’t. I’d never asked him why and wouldn’t now. I was the last person to pry into my brother’s love life. I was the last one he should take advice from, when every guy I’d ever dated had stomped all over my heart. “I’m sorry what I put you through, Jason. Truly I am.”