Splash

by Kristen Kelly

  “Is this about Tabitha?”

  So that’s her name.

  “Um, yes. I mean, no! Listen, you don’t owe me an explanation. You can date whomever you want. It’s not up to me to tell you…”

  Damon burst out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I shouted.

  “Even if she wasn’t my sister, Tabitha is so not my type.”

  My hands on the ladder, I turned around and Damon was right there. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. “You really thought she was my girlfriend? I’m sorry. I guess I should have told you. I should have told you everything. I am really, really sorry.”

  My shoulders slumped and I think it was the first time I’d taken a breath in fifteen minutes. “Seriously? Your sister?”

  “Of course.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the head.“Jesus Liz. What do you think I am? A gigolo?”

  “Um, no.”

  “You don’t sound very convincing. You think because I work here, teaching fitness and eating like a guru I’m vane? That I’m only interested in the sins of the flesh.”

  “Not exactly.”

  He looked down at me, scrutinizing. Then his mouth curved up at the sides and I thought I would melt from the beauty of that cocky grin. God, when he looked at me like that, I felt like throwing myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing him forever.

  “For the record,” he continued. “I haven’t dated anyone in a very long time. I haven’t really wanted to until now.” His hands slipped through my hair and my heart jumped inside my throat as they slipped down around my face, caressing my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. My body trembled with need for him, the heat of his closeness searing me. Two hands cupped my face before he pulled me for the tenderness of kisses. Right there. In the pool. With about a hundred kids around us.

  As the kiss deepened, I felt his body tense and he broke off the kiss.

  A tall dark-skinned boy of about twelve tapped him on the shoulder. Another kid of about the same age but pale skin and ginger hair was there too. The redhead was speaking a foreign language I couldn’t quite make out while the other boy translated for him. “Mr. Delaney? We wanna know if you and the lady will play chicken with us.”

  “Chicken? I haven’t played that since I was a little girl.”

  “That so?” Damon said.

  “Yup. This here is a cinch. The real challenge is playing it in the ocean where the waves can knock you down. I used to visit my cousins in Florida as a kid.”

  “Cinch huh?” His eyes narrowed.

  I waved a hand and cocked my head. “Yeah, easy peasy.”

  He laughed. “I don’t see you as the competitive type.”

  “Oh really? Well you don’t know everything about me, Mr. Delaney. As a matter of fact, there are some things I can be very competitive at. None of my five cousins could beat me at checkers either and everyone wanted to be my partner when we played chicken. Even the adults.”

  “That so? Ready to put your money where your mouth is?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  An evil glint settled in his eyes and he licked his lips. The same glint I saw when he’d been aroused. My own face grew hotter and so did the space between my legs. I was glad it was a hot day and I could blame it on the sun. I gave him a dark look as if to say, ‘you know we have kids here, don’t you?’

  Damon laughed. “Okay, keep it PG. I’ll go first. If I win, you stay an extra week at the club with me.”

  “Hmm, that sounds nice.”

  “And if you win…what would you like, Liz?”

  A warm feeling like the best blanket in the world settled over my heart. “If I win? I stay an extra week at the club.”

  Damon laughed again. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss Doyle.”

  I giggled. “Yup.”

  “Okay, you’re on. Come here, Sammy…” Damon pulled in a breath, cheeks puffing out. He ducked under the water while the dark-skinned twelve-year-old hopped onto his broad muscled shoulders straddling the sides of his head. After Damon popped back up, sputtering and blinking, he tucked Sammy’s legs behind him, hooking his small feet behind his back.

  I did the same with the ginger, who I learned was named Tim, and all four of us commenced playing chicken, while we laughed and poked each other in the chest. Trying to knock each other down.

  I delighted in this side of Damon. Youthful. Carefree. Letting himself have fun. I didn’t know that many men who would let their guards down like that. Let themselves appear vulnerable. Silly even. Especially in front of me.

  I felt something pouring off them. Damon and Sammy locked together. A slight animosity toward us. Madness. Joy. And in Damon’s case, heat. So much heat, it oozed straight into my pores, tearing my heart from the inside out. For the first time since I’d met him I thought, I could really fall in love with this guy.

  Damon pushed forward throwing his weight into us while Sam grabbed at poor Tim’s hair and yanked it hard. Tim didn’t cry out though. The shy ginger pushed back with all his might. Arms tangled in a sort of tug of war while I tried to keep my balance. Tim was giving one heck of a fight. A sweet chunky kid, he giggled continuously. His pale freckled legs bounced against my chest—like buoys in the ocean.

  “Hey, that’s not fair,” I shouted poking at Damon’s chest with Tim’s toes.

  “Oh yeah?” said Damon.

  “Yeah. You know, two can play that game. Let’s get him, Tim. This is war!”

  Before we could retaliate, Sam plowed into us again while Damon did his best to give the little guy orders. I found the two of them adorable. They reminded me of a double Decker bus barreling down a side street. As for me and Tim, I thought we were outweighed, but there was so much laughing going on I didn’t see how either of us would win, but honestly I didn’t care.

  There was a lot of splashing going on that I couldn’t even see where we were going. The water blurred my vision. All I saw were feet now and then and once in awhile an arm sticking out.

  I heard shouting, the rest of the kids cheering us on, like this was some kind of bar-room brawl. The excitement was contagious and my adrenaline kicked in, giving me new strength to plow forward. “Get him, Tim! Get that sucker!” But it was of little use because at this point I was teetering on the edge. We’d almost toppled over.

  “We’re winning! We’re winning,” shouted Sammy.

  “You’re not supposed to hit girls,” a voice said. “She’s not a girl. She’s a lady, said someone else.

  The kids started to chant, and I realized this could get out of hand real fast when a few of the kids got their buddies on their shoulders as well.

  I tried to stay upright but I was getting turned around in circles plus the water had grown deeper. It was all I could do to hold on to Tim’s legs and several times he went tipping over backwards but I’d managed to pull him upright. All this time I just couldn’t stop laughing. I don’t know when I’d ever had so much fun.

  I lunged toward our opponents, and had to hop on one foot as I lost my balance as we tilted to the left. It wasn’t easy keeping Tim up there and the boys were really fighting to the tune of the crowd that gathered around us.

  “Mr. Delaney. Mr. Delaney,” they shouted. “Take ‘em down. Take ‘em down!”

  After what seemed like a long time, I felt fatigued, I thought the boys had had enough, so with great effort, I lifted Tim a few inches and threw him into Sam.

  Stunned, all three of them collapsed under the water.

  The crowd cheered and my laughter escalated.

  I pumped a fist in the air repetitively. “We win! We win! We win!” Then I collapsed onto my back, exhausted.

  .

  ***

  After the last bus packed with kids, pulled out of the parking lot, Damon took me in his arms and kissed me, pressing me so close my nipples flattened against his chest. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. “I bet you taste good too.” His mouth migrat
ed to my neck, kissing and nipping the tender skin. Behind my ear. Along the hardness of my collarbone.

  “I want to eat you all up, Liz.” He growled into my ear. “Will you let me?” He stared at my straight on, searching for his answer as he smoothed my hair.

  Those eyes. They could see right through me. See all my dirty little thoughts. My lust for his enormous cock. The way my pussy throbbed with need for him.

  The heat in his eyes told me we were definitely on the same wave length. In fact, we’d passed go several hours ago.

  “You’ve had me hard all fucking day, Liz. Every time I look at you in that sexy-as-sin bikini I want to rip it off you with my teeth. Then I want to eat every inch of you. Take my time and taste that honey between your legs.”

  I gasped. They way he talked. It was just like the way he fucked. I loved it.

  “Do you know how hard you’ve made me?” He growled and I knew that wasn’t an actual question.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Delaney” I lied. “I was just going for a swim when you practically begged me to play in the water with you. Not my fault you can’t keep your dick inside your shorts.”

  He laughed. “Yes it is.” Then he claimed my ass making me squeal. With one hand cupping me, he squeezed me. Hard. Until I yelped. “Something you want, Mr. Delaney?”

  “Yup. You. On my cock. Riding it into oblivion.”

  “Oh god.” The look in his eyes was pure heat; it sent shock waves sizzling through my aching pussy.

  He pulled me closer, slipping his other hand inside the back of my bikini bottom, cupping both cheeks.

  My body was on fire, I could feel the stickiness dribbling down my legs. Heat enveloped me from head to core. “That sounds like a ride I’d like to try. Wanna come to my room?”

  “I have something better in mind. How about a little adventure?”

  “Depends.” Actually, I was game for anything he had in mind, but I wasn’t telling him that. I was enjoying being flirty.

  “On what?” he asked, grinding that delicious thickness against my belly.

  Fuck! He was hard. Like rock hard! Fresh juices flooded my core as he dove in for another kiss, our tongues twisting around each other like love-starved serpents.

  “I’m game if you are.” I finally said.

  “Let’s go.”

  We ran— hand in hand across the pool decking and meandering ourselves around obstacles, , hopping over pool floats, noodles. We slowed to a brisk walk when we reached the bar.

  Suits were everywhere. It looked like some kind of meeting going on and we came to a sort of impasse. There simply wasn’t any room. Was this it time for the Suits to come out in play? After I’d announced my sixth “excuse me” at the top of my lungs, one of the Suits closed his laptop, jumped to his feet, and pulled in his chair to let us by, huffing at us, obviously annoyed.

  Within minutes, we made it out to the lobby and past the elevator. I was giggling the whole way because I’d had to flash my tits to the next guy who wouldn’t pull in his chair.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” Damon said.

  “Yeah, well I could say they deserved it but they really didn’t.”

  Damon laughed and grabbed one of my nipples, squeezing it through my bikini top. I let out a fake yelp, but his touch sent spikes of heat to my brain.

  When we got to the stairs, we stopped. It was behind one door and no one ever seemed to use it. Not with that very speedy elevator we’d christened recently. “Why are we taking the…?” Damon pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely. He let me go, leaving me breathless. “My room is on the fifth floor!” I was panting but filled with adrenaline. I wanted more. Much more.

  “We’ll take our time,” Damon assured me. “With everything.”

  He reached down, hooked his muscular arms beneath my legs and hoisted me up against him. Then he kissed me again, letting his teeth and lips trail down my neck to the base of my pulsing throat. He groaned. “Fuck, you are so tempting,” he said.

  Still out of breath, I leaned against him, and my heart sank a little when he put me down. I had thought he was going to carry me up the stairs. All five flights! As ludicrous as that sounds. “Grab onto the railing, Liz. And show me your ass.”

  I flipped myself around, arms reaching for the banister, sinking my palms into the hardness of the wood. I bent forward so he could grind his hard cock into the split of my backside, gasping and a little shocked. It was one thing to fuck inside an elevator. Quite another to fuck in a stairwell. Especially in broad daylight. Where anyone could open that door and… As much as I wanted to, the good girl inside me was shouting, ‘fuck no!’

  His lips were flush against my ear.“Now Liz…” H, I felt the heat of his breath, which smelled minty, scald my skin like a flame, the words melt against my throat. “Damon, we can’t. We…”

  “I know,” he said. “I just want… I need to feel you, Liz.”

  I could smell the headiness of his skin, his cock throbbing through our clothing.

  Pulsing.

  Like dynamite. Ready to explode.

  “I want you too,” I said. “But not…Not like this.” I didn’t want more quick gropes and silent kisses between floors. I wanted more. I wanted…him. All of him.

  He murmured his assent, breathing me in, and I almost changed my mind. I wondered if it weren’t me who was the one tempted to take him in that stairwell, and not the other way around.

  I imagined him seated on the stairs—grinning—those powerful thighs spread wide for me, his cock pointed up. I’d strip myself naked, and probably blush with excitement as he held me by my hips and then lowered me down over his thick pulsing shaft. Impaling me on his massive cock.

  My breathing became labored, but it had nothing to do with the climb.

  We were all alone.

  We started to climb.

  As we passed the third floor, I remembered who the real Damon Donovan was, a man obsessed with the healthiest of lifestyles. Lifting weights. Running five miles every morning. Abstaining from alcohol. It had paid off for him too. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on that deliciously toned body.

  He wasn’t even winded. We sprinted up the stairs so fast I could hardly keep up, and once I had to stop to catch my breath. Damn, he had so much energy. He could power up the entire city of New York.

  When we finally walked out of the stairwell, Damon looked up and down the hallway, nodded, and then we headed in the opposite direction of my apartment.

  “What! My apartment is that way.”

  “I know.”

  “K. Where are you taking me then?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  He lead me to the opposite side of the building where it was dark and a little dingy. The wallpaper was outdated and there were no electric lights. Just dim chandeliers overhead and some of the bulbs were not even shining. I even saw unused gaslights here and there. It was like this was the original part of the building.

  I could see there was construction going on by all the ladders and coils of rope, boxes, and equipment lieing about, so I assumed they were making new apartments down here.

  Damon tried several doors, but most of them were locked. Then he settled on one and fit a key inside a hole.

  We peered inside. It was dark. Just like the hallway. “What the fuck, Damon! I have a perfectly good bed back…”

  “No bed. Not tonight,” he said. “Trust me. You’ll like this much more. At least I hope you will.” Now I was curious.

  I was still wearing my bikini but had a simple terrycloth cover over it. I could feel the air conditioning, which was pretty cool, but I was still warmly aroused. Getting more excited by the minute.

  “So what is this place?”

  “My sister’s idea of a sex club.”

  My eyes widened and my heart pumped faster.

  “Unless you’re not into that, but I thought it might be fun. It’s actually in the infant stages of development, but she did purchase a
few…props already, that might heighten our experience. He looked at me expectantly and my knees went weak. “I thought we could give them a try?”

  “Okay.” I didn’t tell Damon, but I was totally in for this. I’d never been in a sex club before even if it was a half built one. I felt sexier than I’d ever been, and my thighs were sticking together. “I want you inside me,” I breathed into his ear. “Now!”

  “Fuck yeah.” He pulled me into the room, yanked the door shut, and flipped on some lights. Thousands of iridescent bulbs set a few inches apart on strands of wire hung from the walls. Like Christmas lights, they glittered before my eyes. They didn’t light it up the whole room like recessed lighting would, but gave the place a soft romantic glow. There was an aura of sexuality in the air, and was that lavender I smelled?

  Damon pulled me to him. “You are so hot,” he growled, leading me to a velvet brocade couch before pouncing on me again in an energized kiss. My body ached for more. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw leather ropes and sliver chains with little clips on the ends dangled over our heads.

  Damon leaned back, breaking our kiss with a soft pop. Wanna make this more exciting?” Studying my reaction with raised brows, and apparently liking my expression of excitement, a pair of pink furry handcuffs appeared out of nowhere. He gave me a wild grin as they dangled from his finger tips.

  I giggled. “Why Mr. Delaney. I’m shocked. Whatever do you plan to do to me with those?”

  “A little bondage is all. Have you ever… ?”

  “Nope.”

  “We’ll start out slow. Nothing too kinky. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. All right?”

  “Okay.” I didn’t tell him that I’d fantasized about this sort of thing for hours, ever since I’d read about it online. I was beyond excited, I was goddammed euphoric, the nerves jumped along my body, nipples taut. I felt like I’d just been offered my favorite candy— after not tasting it for years and years.

  I grabbed the handcuff, and slapped one on his wrist, laughing when I saw his surprised reaction. I jerked his arm up, closing the fastened handcuff to a chain hanging from the ceiling.