Gazing at the petals, she followed the line of yellow to the narrow side until it went up some metal stairs that led to the roof area. Smiling, she padded quietly up the stairs, and as she came toward the top, amazement splashed through her in exciting waves.
He had a miniature swimming pool up here on his freaking roof! On one of the several patio chairs sat the culprit of the music, a radio. And doing the breaststroke in the crystal clear water of the swimming pool was Calder.
Oh my. He was naked.
When he spied her, he smiled and did a quick wave. “Come on in. The water is fantastic,” he shouted.
“I don’t have a swimsuit,” she called back, clutching the robe tighter around her as she gazed at the nearby assembly of houseboats, yachts and sailboats.
“Skinny dip!” He laughed.
She couldn’t do that! Could she? Tremors of excitement hummed through her.
“Don’t worry. It’s a nudist area. It’s okay!”
Nudist area? Oh my gosh!
Getting naked with a man in his bedroom was one thing. Getting naked out in the open where anyone and everyone could be watching? It wasn’t her style. But then, she’d never been to a nudist beach or nudist area. Now if everyone else was naked…oh! Why not? He’d already seen her in her birthday-bathing suit, so to speak. So yeah, why not?
In a rush of courage, she dropped the security of the robe and cannonballed into the water. The earsplitting splash hit her at the same time the cool water embraced her hot body.
Breathtaking. Beautiful. So refreshing.
She swam beneath the surface, her arms and legs wonderfully light and fluid. She could stay down here in this refreshment forever. But too soon, she needed to come up for air. Inhaling the fresh, salty, ocean air, she allowed it to fill her lungs.
She’d jumped into the deep end as her feet didn’t touch the ground, so she treaded water. And she found Calder swimming right in front of her. He was smiling, grinning from ear to ear as he gazed at her.
His obvious happiness was contagious, seeping into her every nerve and fiber.
“I guess I should have asked if you can swim.”
“Too late!” She laughed.
“Here I was all prepared to give you mouth to mouth.”
Giggles burst through her. Oh, a kiss would be nice.
“Ummm…mouth to mouth. I like that. How about we pretend I’m drowning?” She laughed.
He licked a bead of water off his upper lip as he swam closer. Leaning in, his cool mouth breezed against hers, soft and pure. Delicate sensations rippled through her.
“You taste good,” he said, after he broke the tender kiss.
“You taste better.”
“I want to make love to you again. Here. Now.”
“I’d like that.” Oh boy, she really would!
With a nod, he indicated she should follow him. She did, but she kept her gaze glued to his tight ass as he swam toward the shallow end of the pool.
“Condoms are ready,” he said as he lifted the lid off a small, pocket-sized, silver box he’d set on a ladder step.
“Let me,” she whispered, wanting to see his cock again. To touch it and explore the power of his flesh between her fingers.
He nodded and handed her a package before moving the box onto the deck. Muscles bulged in his tanned arms as he hoisted himself up into a seated position on the edge of the pool near the ladder. She became mesmerized by how the water ran in rivulets down his form. Gosh, he was a perfectly shaped man. Wide shoulders, lean torso and such a yummy, long and swollen, tentacle-tattooed cock.
Warm cream seeped into her suddenly quivering pussy. She remembered how awesome she’d felt when his mouth had fused over her. Her breath quickened as an idea came to her. Slipping the package containing the condom onto the ladder step, she grabbed his knees. Surprise burst in his eyes as she widened his legs. She began to tremble at the hot, lusty look in his eyes.
“I’m going to do to you what you did to me earlier,” she whispered.
His gaze drew to her mouth as she licked her lips. Tension rippled through his body, the muscles in his chest flexing and his breath quickening as she dropped onto her knees in the pool. The water rose, cool and caressing against the tender tips of her nipples. She settled between his thighs, let go of his knees and palmed his big shaft with one hand and, with the other, began gently squeezing his balls.
He inhaled sharply. “You look good down there between my legs, Catalina,” he whispered.
He leaned forward. Reaching out, he cupped her breasts, caressing them in the same gentle rhythm as she did his scrotum. He groaned and she answered with a sultry moan of her own. It felt good just the two of them, leisurely massaging each other. She didn’t even care if anyone around was watching them. It seemed as if it was just the two of them in the whole world. It was the same kind of encounter she’d experienced last night while she’d been under the water. Being wanted, needed and loved. She should mention to him what had happened to her last night. But she simply didn’t want to break the mood. So she kept quiet, loving the neat carnal sensations embracing her.
Leaning over, she licked the smooth, hot tip of Calder’s swollen cock head. Closing her eyes, she moaned as his fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples. They quickly grew hot and hard, blossoming into tight pebbles.
Having a man’s cock in her mouth was different and exciting. She liked it. She’d have to do this more often with Calder because from the way his eyes were squeezed tight and the awesome way he was rubbing her nipples, he really enjoyed it.
His hips arched upward as she devoured more of his swollen flesh into her mouth. He was solid, powerful and unbelievably big.
“Suck, baby, suck,” he hissed. His fingers became harsher, more desperate on her nipples, making her breasts swollen and her pussy warm with cream. She brought him deeper into her mouth, until his cock hit the back of her throat, before she sucked around his flesh.
He let out a gurgled cry. The rough shout was like a fever slipping into her bloodstream. She sucked harder, loving the array of guttural groans erupting from deep inside his chest.
She slid her hand off his scrotum and it joined the other one, embracing his shaft, holding him as she brought him in and out of her mouth, moving fast and quick, slurping his rigid flesh until his groans grew even hoarser and she imagined him pistoning into her.
He got the same idea, for suddenly he emitted out a frustrated growl, let go of her nipples and warned her he was jumping into the water. With his arousal and anticipation roaring through her own bloodstream, she released his cock and gave him the room he needed to slip into the water in front of her.
“I need to take you now, baby,” he growled as he grabbed her by her hips and turned her around so she was braced by the wall of the pool. The intense way his eyes flared with lust had her reaching up and holding his rigid muscles as he slipped his big cock into her.
He moved quickly against her, his hard body melting with hers for a split second as he impaled her, then leaving as he withdrew. He stroked into her effectively and efficiently, angling his cock so he teased her sensitive clit every time he thrust into her. Within seconds, she was gasping into a climax that slammed into her like a storm.
She quivered as he made love to her. Her body trembling with his every firm, delicious thrust. Her aroused cries snapped through the hot afternoon air and mingled with the shrieks of seagulls. It was a beautiful music as he just kept pumping faster and harder. He brought several breathtaking orgasms out of her, his lips eventually sliding over hers, covering her mouth and catching her cries.
Only after he’d succeeded in wrenching four climaxes out of her, did he finally cry out in a hoarse shout and she shuddered wonderfully as his warm seed shot deep inside of her. And only then did she realize they hadn’t used protection. But it didn’t matter. Yes, she might be naïve in thinking this way, but they fit together so perfectly. They belonged together and they’d just shared such beautiful sex. Not
hing bad could come from such beauty. No way, and at that moment she wanted to hold onto this happiness forever and she wanted this man in her heart. Always.
Calder didn’t want to withdraw from her. He loved being buried inside her pussy. Loved just standing in the water, beneath the warm sunlight, rhythmically moving their hips to the soft music whispering over them from the radio. But he needed to leave her. Just for the night. When he turned back into his human form, he’d be here again in the morning.
“Cat,” he whispered as the golden rays of sunlight quickly disappeared all around them.
Shit. It was later than he thought. A new sense of urgency split into him. He needed to get her out of here.
“Don’t go,” she whispered against his warm mouth as he tried to pull out of her. “We didn’t use protection,” he replied. “But I’ll do right by you, I promise, and I’m not carrying any diseases. I don’t usually do this myself. I usually know a woman much, much longer.”
He hoped she believed him because it was the truth. He was clean and he’d never had unprotected sex while in his human shape. But with his desirable Catalina he’d just lost all self-control.
“A gentleman of honor,” she chuckled and kissed his mouth. Damn she knew how to kiss. Her mouth was warm and fit so wonderfully over his, and her kisses just made him so happy and heady and aroused.
His cock tightened and hardened inside of her. He had to stop this before it went any farther. Daylight was burning quickly and he had to get ready for his change.
“I…I have to go to work. I’m on the night shift at a marina,” he explained.
She blinked as sudden realization slammed into her. Work? Oh shit! She’d totally forgotten she’d been booked solid with clients today.
Damn,” she spat as he pulled out. He chuckled as he let go of her hips.
“I didn’t think you’d be that disappointed,” he grinned at her and her belly did a really cool somersault. Yep, she really liked the way this guy made her feel.
“I’m not. But I totally will never live this down.”
Guilt gripped her as she followed him out of the pool.
“Live this down? What? Are you afraid my neighbors will talk about my fucking you in the pool?” He chuckled and handed her a white towel. She grabbed it and quickly wrapped it around her waist and then pulled it up under her armpits, tucking in the folds.
“No, my clients. I have a full day. How in God’s name could I ever forget them? This has never happened to me before. So many crazy things have happened since I met you.”
“Good things, I hope?”
She couldn’t help but nod as she stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. Gosh, she could just literally fall into those beautiful eyes and stay there forever.
“So, I guess we’re both late for work?” he asked as he switched off his radio and picked it up. Her breath quickened again as his stiff cock bobbed up and down as he opened a nearby steel cabinet and placed the radio inside. Suddenly her lips burned for him. She wanted them pressed against his mouth again. To feel his confident warmth slide over her lips and drown in the lash of his eager tongue pressed against hers.
“I thought of that earlier, but I didn’t want to lose you,” he said as he headed toward the staircase. She quickly followed and they descended to the main deck.
Yeah, but he certainly seemed as if he could stand losing her now. Why did she get the feeling he wanted to brush her off? Gosh, what if she was pregnant and he wanted nothing to do with her? Iciness slithered around her heart. She hadn’t just been used, had she? She hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of her life, having unprotected sex with a guy she barely knew, did she?
Catalina frowned. She was being an idiot. She’d used him too. Kind of.
Okay, so she was confused. First of all, she’d never had unprotected sex before and she’d certainly never slept with a guy she barely knew. She’d better go home and get some distance. She’d clean up there, because if she stayed here she’d most likely follow him right into the shower and let him screw her brains out. Again.
Her frown deepened. But she truly wanted to stay here with him.
“We’ll see each other tomorrow morning, right?” He turned to her and must have noticed her confusion for he was suddenly cuddling her in his strong, protective embrace, his warm body pressed against hers, his hot breath caressing her cheeks.
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to stay here and get to know more about him.
“How about I come over for breakfast?” she asked, staring deep into his eyes and wondering if he was falling as hard for her as she was for him. Oh dear, she was being bold. But she liked being bold, especially with him. She wanted him to know she was very interested in him.
“I’ll be here bright and early. And I’ll have breakfast ready for you by the pool. How’s that?” he said against her lips.
“Sounds wonderful.” Although she’d much rather spend the night.
“Distance,” an inner voice whispered. She needed distance to think about what she’d just allowed to happen. Hot sex. Hot unprotected sex.
“Okay, I need to get showered and changed,” he whispered and when he let go of her, she felt lost and so alone.
“I’m going to miss you like crazy,” he said as he headed out of the bedroom, his voice hoarse and strangled, as if maybe he really was sincere.
A moment later, the shower came on. The overwhelming urge to join him almost won out. But she wasn’t acting like herself. She’d never been this needy for a man. Right now she had to get dressed and she had to leave. Or she swore if she didn’t, she’d be here with him forever.
“Not such a bad idea,” that naughty inner voice whispered.
Calder breathed a huge sigh of relief when he came out of the shower to find Catalina gone. But that relief was short-lived by an ache that carved so deeply into his hearts he wished he had explained to her why he’d needed her gone.
Gazing down at his engorged cock, the colors shimmered bright and vibrant. The warning signs for change. Normally without a tattoo he would have experienced that familiar sense of urgency to head for the ocean before he shifted. But now that he had the tattoo, it was an earlier signal for the upcoming change. It had everything to do with the skin pigmentation readying itself. He wondered if other shifters knew about this. He would have to mention tattoos as signals of the change at their annual convention next year.
Pushing that thought aside, he prepared to get his houseboat out of here and onto the ocean and into a secluded spot as quickly as possible. Then he could safely slip into the water to await his change.
Glancing at the clock in his bedroom, he realized he had just enough time to clear the marina, anchor his boat at some private bay and jump into the water. He didn’t want cut it as close as last night.
As he slipped on his swim pants and headed to the pilothouse, the familiar pounding of blood rushed through his veins. The tattoo had given him a good five-minute leeway. That wasn’t too much time, but for Octoposeidons who needed to get away from humans in a hurry, a shimmering tattoo might make all the difference in alerting them to the approaching change.
Moments later, he maneuvered his houseboat out of the marina, and ten minutes after that, he’d settled into a secluded inlet up the coast. Just in time too, because his body was beginning to go cold and his limbs were softening to the point where his legs were shaky and he could barely stand.
It was almost dark outside and the change was beginning. No sooner had he hit the water, did the urge to swim hit. He resisted that urge and waited until it became hard to breathe the air. Then he slid his head under, inhaling, allowing the oxygenated water to sluice deep into his newly formed gills.
Strength quickly fused through his body and his flesh flowed and ebbed as he began to reshape. His bones disintegrated as his new form took hold. The transformation barely hurt. More so in the beginning, but his brain and nerve endings had gotten used to it and readjusted easily now. Females were luckier and did
n’t experience the pain as males. Something to do with their hormones.
Soon, his tentacles slid back and forth in front of his eyes. His hearing got worse. But that was normal. He didn’t really need his hearing down here. His eyes were his guide for seeking food and potential enemies. Propelling himself through the murky darkness, a solemn loneliness crashed through him.
He missed Catalina. He missed her like crazy.
“Oh my God! Where have you been?” Misty cried as Catalina rounded the corner of her RV and found Misty sitting on the picnic table just outside Cat’s door. Her friend jumped off the table and gave her a huge hug before pulling away and staring at her.
“What’s up? Why have you not been answering my calls?” She didn’t wait for Cat to explain before she headed over to the door and snapped two separate sheets of paper out of the door jamb. She waved the papers at Cat.
“Two customers left notes saying they were here for their tats, but you weren’t. This isn’t like you, Cat. You never miss work. At least never when you’ve been here. Did you have another episode like the ones you had yesterday?”
Her friend’s worried expression truly made Cat feel guilty.
“Everything is fine,” she reassured. Oh boy, she was very energized, despite all that sex today, and she was famished. “Truly fine. Come on inside. I’ll flip on my air-con. Have you eaten anything yet?”
Misty shook her head. “I couldn’t eat a thing not knowing if you were okay or not.”
“Well, now you can eat, sweetie. Come on in.” She curled her hand into Misty’s and, after unlocking her door, she pulled her friend up the stairs and they went inside.
“I don’t know how you survive when I’m on the road, Miss.” Catalina laughed as she set two plates filled with seafood salad onto the small bench table that doubled for her tattoo foyer, and sat opposite Misty who poured them two glasses of red wine.
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