by Anne Lange
“Damn.” He shook his head. “I have one in my pocket.” He nodded toward the chair where his wet denim shorts lay. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anybody for…a long time.” His words faltered at the end.
“I’m on the pill.” Her voice shook. “And, I’m clean, too. There’s only been my husband. But, still…please.” Nothing, and nobody, could tempt her to put Tyler at risk.
His lips brushed hers, and then traveled to her forehead where he placed the gentlest of kisses. “Smart woman. I like that.”
He released her, hauled himself out of the water and moved across the deck. Angela took the opportunity to admire him. Yesterday his ass had been covered with those black briefs. Today she got the full unobstructed view of his tight cheeks, of the large, erect cock reaching out from his groin. Neither the cold water, nor the shift from water to air, diminished his desire. He had a story-perfect body. And for the next little while he was all hers. She pinched her herself.
Angela watched as he leaned over, stuck his hand into a pocket of his shorts, and pulled out the small square package. Opening it, he withdrew the condom and covered himself. Then he turned and hurried back to the water, slipped in and swam straight over to her, the whole delay no more than a matter of seconds.
“Still willing?” he said.
She tilted her head back and looked up into his eyes. She saw no anger, or resentment, just a simple question. She experienced a moment of gratitude that he’d give her the chance to change her mind, to back away, no repercussions.
In Angela’s mind, Tyler’s head bobbed in anxious anticipation. He’d laugh at her later when she told him about her subconscious conjuring him up.
She nodded.
Connor spun her around, placed her against the wall again, then slipped his arms beneath the water to grasp her legs. He angled them around his hips. Then he leaned his upper chest back and lowered his gaze, pulling hers along to witness the joining of his body to hers. She sucked in a breath. Together, through the rippling of the water, they watched his cock disappear all the way in, one long inch at a time.
He stopped, his eyes fluttered closed and he took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened them, they were bright, intense, and focused on her face. He bent his knees and thrust his hips up, his movements hesitant as he withdrew then plunged back in. Water sloshed around them.
She gripped his arms as his pace increased. She bounced against the ledge of the pool, but she didn’t mind the small discomfort. The push and pull sensation of his length sliding in and out of her felt somewhat odd in the water, different compared to her normal experience of having sex in her bed. The water lapped and flowed over her chest, tickling her skin. Every now and again a splash hit her in the face. Droplets dripped from his hair to fall and slide down the slope of her breasts.
She dropped her head forward to watch. He grunted. They both began to pant. Her body started to coil, to tighten in eagerness. He pushed aside the small triangles of material covering her breasts and pinched her right nipple, then her left. He alternated, tugging and tweaking them while his other hand cupped her rear, holding her in place.
They pumped against each other, grinding their bodies together. He toyed with her nipples, dribbled water over them, sucked them into his mouth, laved them with his tongue and nipped them with his teeth. Angela loved having her breasts played with. She realized the excitement of the encounter increased their sensitivity, moving things along at a faster rate than typical. But slowing down wasn’t an option. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, spiraling out of control faster and faster.
She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gasped. Connor released her breasts and wrapped one strong hand around the back of her neck, bringing her forward. He dropped his head close to hers and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss as his thrusts became more demanding. She felt his finger rotate against her clit, the extra touch all she needed to push her over the edge. A colorful prism of light exploded behind her eyelids. Shudders rolled through her, and she felt her heart hammering inside her chest.
She shivered, clinging to him as his movements became frantic. A moment before she expected him to reach his orgasm, he pulled out of her body and took a small step away. Regardless of the condom he wore, he gripped his cock and stroked, his moving hand a blur beneath the water. Just when she reached out to help, he threw his head back, a loud groan of satisfaction spilling from his slack jaw.
Grabbing her hand, he yanked her tight against him once again, and buried his face in her neck, expelling harsh breaths.
Pleasant exhaustion enveloped Angela and she sagged against him.
“Wow.” She had to swallow before she could string more words together. “You really know how to ravish a girl, don’t you?” Her voice came out as a rough whisper.
He laughed and gave her a gentle squeeze, before setting her away from him, although he kept on hand on her waist.
“I like a woman who likes to be ravished.” His mouth quirked up in a smile, and he winked. “But I guess I should get back to work now. Who knows though, maybe when I finish you’ll be interested in another swim.” He gazed down at her, dropped a quick peck to her forehead, turned, and swam over to the ladder.
As she stood there, gathering herself together after one of the most erotic experiences of her life, Angela’s image of Tyler popped into her head again. This time his smile was wide and bright. She envisioned him giving her a thumbs up. She resisted the urge to smack the knowing look off his handsome face.
She watched as Connor dried himself off, snagged his damp shorts off the chair, and tugged them up his strong legs to cover that tight, round, perfect ass. With a sexy grin tossed in her direction, he walked out of the pool area and over to the deck.
With an exhausted sigh, she dunked under the water to cool off as she contemplated the next opportunity for a swim with Connor Jones, and the conversation she’d have with her husband later.
* * *
Connor finished drying off as he strolled away from the pool area and back to the work. Man, talk about explosive. When he’d realized his hands were shaking, he’d needed to escape to gain some measure of control back. Jesus, he couldn’t believe how responsive Ty’s wife had been—way more than he’d expected. If a quickie in the pool produced those types of results, he could only imagine what would happen when they had more time and both he and Tyler could make love to her.
Firming his resolve, he went back to the work. He found his mind kept replaying the encounter.
After only thirty minutes, he had to stop to take a few deep breaths and give himself a stern talking to. Without focus, the possibility of doing bodily damage increased. Under control and his concentration intact, he worked steadily throughout the remainder of the day, intent on completing as much of the project as possible.
When the end of the afternoon rolled around, Connor had completed the deck and almost two thirds of the enclosure. Between the job and seducing his friend’s pretty wife, he’d accomplished a lot today.
He cleaned up the mess and gathered his tools. He hadn’t seen or heard a peep out of his hostess all afternoon. The time had come to check in on her and make sure she was OK after their tryst in the pool. Thinking about it revved his drill all over again. The idea of a threesome made him harder still.
Connor approached the back patio door. About to rap on the glass, he spotted her working in the kitchen, her back to him, focused on her task. He let his hand fall to his side while he watched her, taking in the gentle swell of her hips, her long, lean legs, and tiny bare feet. He recalled the pink polish on her toes.
She’d let her hair air dry, giving it a wavy, tousled appearance. She looked relaxed. He could hear music playing in the background, as her body swayed back and forth in time to the beat.
His hands itched to rest on her waist. His cock swelled further at the thought of nudging up tight to her ass. He imagined the two of them dirty dancing to some sexy tune. If he played his cards right, maybe she’d b
e sandwiched on that dance floor between him and Tyler soon.
Chapter Eight
While Connor worked throughout the afternoon, Angela hid inside the house. Good lord! She’d had sex with another man in her own pool in the middle of the day, where anybody could have walked around back to see them. Exciting? Hell yes. Wise? No.
And yet, did she regret it? Not in the least.
Her actions were so unlike her, but they also fulfilled a fantasy that her husband had encouraged her to indulge in. When they’d talked about their desires a few weeks ago, she’d mentioned stranger-sex sat near the top of her wish list. They had also discussed bringing a second man into their bedroom, and she had seen the arousal lurking behind his eyes. Tyler had admitted he fantasized about watching another man fuck her and then the two of them pleasuring her together. He wanted to watch her give another man a blow job. And he wanted to witness that other man lick her pussy until she came, screaming their names.
What happened between her and Connor would excite him. He’d be disappointed he’d missed seeing it up close and personal, but maybe she could stage a repeat. Would Connor be interested in having sex with her in front of Tyler? Or would he think her nuts? Did she have the courage to ask him?
While spending the afternoon cleaning and then preparing a salad and chicken for an easy and quick supper, those questions tumbled around in her brain. She’d relived the pool episode so many times her girl parts couldn’t stop dancing. She decided to be an optimist and make enough dinner for two. With the setting sun, the heat of the day lingered, so it looked like a decent evening to eat out by the pool. Eat out. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the innuendo, and heat flushed through her body, leaving her quivering in anticipation. She tried to imagine Connor going down on her. She loved oral sex, and Tyler excelled in that department. Would Connor be gentle or ravenous?
She didn’t know what Connor’s plans were, but he’d made that earlier comment about taking another swim. Maybe he’d said it to be nice. She’d hopped back and forth about the idea of succumbing to him again. Then she remembered her discussion concerning threesomes with Tyler, and the image of her hubby cheering her on during her pool tryst. It was definitely something he’d like to experience with her.
Humming along with the radio, she finished her dinner preparations, trying to figure out the best way to drop that idea into a casual conversation.
A knock on the glass behind her startled her. She spun around to see Connor leaning against the railing, a lazy smile on his face. A brief but sudden urge to hide in her bedroom accosted her. She swallowed and pushed the bite of nerves deep, shoving it under the vibration of excitement that teased her senses.
She crossed the room and slid open the door, waving him in with her hand. “Are you finished for the day?”
“Yup, ready to call it quits. I’ll have it all done by the end-of-day tomorrow.”
“That’s great to hear. I’m impressed.” She paused. Then, gathering her courage, she forged ahead. “So, do you have plans for the evening? I’ve made dinner, and there’s plenty for both of us if you’d like to stay. It’s nothing special, just salad and roast chicken.”
He stared at her for a moment before responding. The look he gave her filled with questions. “I’d like that.”
By the way, you wouldn’t be interested in a ménage, would you? She dropped her gaze to the floor and smothered a fake cough before the words popped from her mouth.
“Wonderful.” She suddenly felt unsure, but at the same time, excitement rushed through her. Her voice raised an octave or two higher than normal. Her hands fluttered at her sides as she spoke to him a slight bit faster than the typical pace. Her heart pounded behind her breastbone. “Just give me a couple of minutes to finish up in here. I planned to eat outside by the pool if that’s OK with you?”
“Sounds great,” Connor said. “I’ll pack up my tools, and if you don’t mind, I’ll leave them inside your garage for the night. Then I’ll help you carry everything over.”
“Thank you.” She nodded in the general direction of the garage. “Would you mind locking it up behind you to save me the trouble later?”
Angela pulled out plates and cutlery, placing them on a carry tray with the food. Connor reappeared just as she stepped through the door, and relieved her of the burden. While he moved away to head over to the outdoor table, Angela grabbed a couple of glasses and the bottle of wine she’d left to chill in the fridge.
“Oh, would you prefer a beer?”
“Either is fine with me. You’ve already got the wine and glasses in your hand, so I’ll go with that.”
They settled at the table under the canopy and quietly dished out the food. Angela couldn’t stop her gaze from skittering sideways to the pool. An image formed in her mind of what they must have looked like. So unexpected. So spontaneous, making it all the more exciting. What did her anxiety and anticipation for another round of naughtiness say about her? Should she be more concerned about Connor wanting her again or not wanting her again?
She focused on the food and shoveled it into her mouth. She needed to find a way to ask for his help with her husband’s secret desire.
Connor broke the silence. “Thank you, Angela, for dinner. Left on my own tonight it probably would have been a peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich or a bowl of cereal.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. I always make a little extra and I hate eating alone. Besides, you’ve been working at my house all day in this heat, it’s the least I can do.”
“You do have one of the best lots in the area. It’s the perfect size, manageable, and though it’s close to the main road, it still keeps the neighbors from seeing everything you do.”
“That’s why we enjoy it so much. It feels like we’re farther out of town than we really are. I just love the summer days when I can sit out here in the morning with my coffee and a book. It’s my favorite time of day.”
They finished their meal and wine while she talked at length about herself and about Tyler—their jobs, the area, why they moved. Connor didn’t reciprocate. She learned nothing of him, except that mentioning her husband didn’t seem to faze him in the least.
The conversation dwindled as the food disappeared. Finished, and not sure what to do next, Angela stood and picked up the empty plates, putting them on the tray. Connor moved to help, but she put out her hand, laying it atop his wrist. “You stay here. This will only take me a couple of minutes. You can pour me another glass of wine while I’m gone.”
A few minutes later she stood rinsing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, scolding herself for dashing away. She was in the process of cleaning the last plate, when she heard the door slide open behind her, the hum of the air conditioner disrupted by the chirping of crickets and soft footsteps. She began to turn, ready to tell Connor she truly didn’t need help, but she found herself pinned to the counter between two strong, solid arms. His chest was snug against her back. She felt his warm breath at her ear and the hard ridge of his arousal tucked into the crease of her behind.
He nuzzled her neck. Taking care, she settled the plate she’d been holding into the sink and took a deep breath, opening her mouth to speak. This time her voice came out an octave or two lower than normal. “I thought you were going to wait outside.”
“You were taking too long, so I figured I’d come in and see if I could help. Good thing, because it looks like you need some…assistance.”
He edged closer, forcing her to bend toward the countertop. He rubbed his palms up and down the length of her arms. Her eyes drifted closed, and she straightened, leaning her head back against his shoulder before realizing what she was doing.
His nuzzling switched to wet kisses along her shoulder. He licked her neck as his hands moved up to cup her breasts, weighing them in his hands. His thumbs passed over her nipples, which reacted to the spark of his touch, perking right up. He groaned in her ear and pinched the hard tips between his fingers before gently tugging them throug
h the fabric of her clothing.
She wiggled her ass, arching her back so her rear pressed tight to his groin. With his right hand, he started a downward trek from her breast to her waist, and then moved to the top of her sex. He flattened his palm against her tummy, his touch firm, before moving lower still, fingers stretching to reach the spot she desired him most.
Holding her breath, she waited for him to go that little bit further. His fingers pulsed against her. Even beneath her shorts her flesh felt singed. Their harsh panting was the only sound in the small room. Anticipation hung in the air like steam in a sauna.
Her courage rising, Angela inched her hand down his arm until she covered his hand with her own. She nudged his forearm, urging him to continue. Once he knew he had her permission, he resumed his journey while he turned his head, burying his nose behind her ear.
With one hand on her breast and the other rubbing between her legs, she started to feel overwhelmed with sensation. Angela turned in the cage of his arms. His eyes dark with passion, the ridges of his cheekbones flushed, he closed the distance and claimed her mouth in a demanding dance. She flattened her palms on his chest and curled her fingers into his pectorals. Connor moaned.
Before she knew it they stood naked in her kitchen. She couldn’t say how it happened or who initiated it. But, all of a sudden, Angela found herself sitting on the counter with Connor wedged between her legs. His hands grasped her head, holding it immobile while he kissed her, his invasion so thorough that time seemed to stand still. His tongue touched every corner of her mouth; it ran along her teeth, dipping to duel with hers. They sparred until he grabbed hold and sucked her tongue into his mouth, the pressure so exquisite she felt its pull all the way down to her toes.
Needing air, Angela broke away. Connor pulled back and nipped her bottom lip before leaning down to grasp her right nipple between his teeth. He tugged and sucked at her breasts as ravenously as he had kissed her mouth. He moved back and forth, lavishing the same treatment on both breasts, fondling one while he suckled the other, licking and using gentle pressure with his teeth to bite the tips. Pleasure, charged like electricity, zinged between her chest and her womb.