by Jordan, Ivy
The door opened to the bathroom, my hand froze on my cock, and suddenly I was face to face with Blake’s big beautiful eyes. No hot water to create steam, no curtains to cover the glass shower door, nothing to hide the fact I was masturbating as Blake stared towards my hand, her mouth opened, her eyes wide, and her cheeks blushed pinkish-red.
She backed out quickly, apologizing in a soft voice, and then was gone, the door closed once again. I shut off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist.
My cock twitched beneath the terrycloth of the towel, and my heart raced with embarrassment as I feared opening the bathroom door to Blake’s eyes. I sat on the toilet seat, catching my breath, when I heard the front door pull closed. She was gone. I started to calm, but my cock was throbbing worse than before.
I finished what I started, ejaculating in a wad of tissues, trying desperately not to think of Blake as I did.
I had to talk to someone, and the only one I had was Luke. I was grateful he was still in town, still unsure of the reason, but grateful.
I headed into town, parking my truck outside the bed and breakfast where Luke was staying—the same one where Blake had stayed. It was nice, with a pool in the back, complete with a tiki bar and restaurant. I began to question why she preferred to go through with a wedding to me just for a place to stay when this place was great.
“Hey, man,” Luke waved me over to the pool where he was sitting.
I pulled up a chair, took the beer offered to me, and let out a long sigh. I had no idea where to start or how to.
“What’s wrong? Wedding blues already?” he chuckled.
“Something like that,” I smiled.
“Spill it,” he insisted.
“I’ve been having some awkward feelings about Blake,” I admitted cautiously.
Luke took a long swig of his beer, turned to me, and smirked.
“Yeah, that’s natural, she’s a good-looking woman,” he said without batting an eye.
I was impressed that he knew what I was talking about, but also a little confused as to how.
“Yeah, but she’s off limits. She’s Liam’s little sister, and we’ve been friends for years,” I explained.
Luke laughed, his head falling back against his shoulders as the loud roar of amusement fell from his lips.
“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” I demanded, not finding the humor in my situation.
“It’s just odd. Your wife is the one person you can’t sleep with,” he chuckled, finishing his beer and grabbing another from the cooler by his feet.
I joined his laughter, realizing he made a very good point. It was odd.
“So, I had a dream about her this morning, and woke up, well, ya know,” I whispered.
The closest people to us were across the pool, and they had three kids hooting and hollering, so I knew they couldn’t hear. I still felt awkward discussing this in front of anyone, even Luke.
“It’s just a dream,” he shrugged it off.
“It’s not just the dream. I took a shower, and she walked in on me,” I wrinkled my nose and moved my hand near my crotch to give away what I’d been doing when she’d walked in.
More laughter roared from his throat. Wow, I really wasn’t expecting to be laughed at. I needed some advice, someone to tell me it was okay, that I hadn’t made a terrible mistake.
“So, she caught ya with your willy in your hand?” Luke snickered.
“Yeah,” I sighed, chugging the rest of my beer.
“She didn’t know you were thinking about her, so what’s the problem?” he questioned.
“I-uh, I kinda caught her in the shower the other day,” I whispered.
“Holy shit, like you walked in on her flicking her bean?” Luke’s eyes widened.
“No, not exactly. I heard her and was standing by the door when she walked out. I’m pretty sure she knew I heard her,” I admitted.
“Wow, you two have some serious sexual tension in that house. I’m not surprised though. I’ve seen the way she looks at you,” Luke smirked.
“What?” I gasped.
I shook my head, unable to take what Luke said as truthful. He had it wrong.
“That girl’s ogled you like a piece of meat ever since I got into town,” Luke added.
I watched as he took a swig of his beer, confident in what he’d just said. I was shocked.
“We’re just friends. She doesn’t have anything for me,” I injected.
“Oh yeah, she just offered to marry you, to help you out, and likes to flick her bean in the shower for no apparent reason,” he chuckled.
“She needed a place to stay while she finished her book,” I pushed.
“Maybe, but this place is like heaven, and super cheap,” Luke smiled.
“Speaking of this place, how long you plan on staying?” I changed the topic quickly.
I was feeling uncomfortable about what he was saying. There was no way Blake had feelings for me other than friendship.
“I’m staying in Texas, but just a bit north of here. I’m working on a ranch with wounded soldiers suffering from PTSD,” he stated.
I knew he’d been working on his masters in psychology, but didn’t realize what he’d planned to do with it.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” I gushed, reaching over and slapping him on the shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s a great place, and I’m super stoked to get started,” he grinned.
“So, you’ll be pulling out soon then?” I asked.
“Not too soon. I’m gonna hang around here for a while and see how this plays out. I’m kinda curious how long it’ll take before you fall in love with your wife, or realize that you already are in love with her,” he chuckled.
“Well, I guess you’ll be here a while,” I stammered, finishing my beer.
Luke shook his head slowly and smirked in my direction.
I declined the next beer, explaining I needed to get home. He teased me about being whipped already, but I shrugged it off. I just wanted to make sure Blake was comfortable and that I wasn’t leaving her alone in the house until she felt more at home.
On the drive home though, I couldn’t help feeling confused about what Luke had said. Was that why Blake was in the shower that afternoon? She had been acting strange around me that morning. I noticed her nipples poking through her t-shirt, but I thought the air conditioning was just too cool. No, he’s imagining things.
Chapter Ten
Blake
Aiden had been working a lot the last two days, and I was able to get quite a bit of my book completed, using the office at the house. I still wasn’t used to saying ‘our house,’ but he continued to correct me when I didn’t.
It was getting late, but the sun was still hot, and the cold margarita in my hand wasn’t cooling me off quick enough. I’d slipped into my bikini, one I bought in town while at the bed and breakfast, and sat by the pool with my feet dipped into the water.
Sweat formed on my shoulders, dripping slowly down my arms in small beads. The pool was cool, refreshing, and I was ready to take a dip when I heard Aiden pull up, the loud diesel engine of his truck rattling as it shut off.
My body tensed, aching for release from the sexual frustration I’d felt over the last week. The back door slid open, squeaking from where Aiden hadn’t fixed it. My eyes closed as I let my head fall back against my shoulders, soaking the vitamin D onto my face.
I didn’t have to look. I knew he was there, nearing me. My body was hypersensitive to his presence and tingled as he sat down beside me. I heard a cap twist from his beer, and then an audible gulp as he took his first drink. I wasn’t able to contain the groan that rolled from my throat past my lips, causing my eyes to open, but not move towards him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, partially chuckling with his words.
It was my third margarita, and I was feeling loose, bold, and unfiltered as I took a deep breath.
“I’m just frustrated,” I admitted.
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bsp; My nipples pinched as they pushed against my tight bikini top, the sun beaming down on them, creating even more tension as I knew Aiden was witness to my arousal.
“You having trouble with the book?” he asked.
Another audible gulp sounded as he took a long swig of his beer.
“No, the book’s going great,” I replied.
“Then what’s got you all bound up?” he questioned.
Another groan roared past my lips, and my body tightened, arching at the spine, pushing my breasts closer to the sun’s rays.
“It’s the worst possible frustration,” I smirked, turning towards him.
He sat on the lounger beside me, while I rested on the concrete by the water’s edge. My feet kicked in the water, my body on fire for him, wanting him, needing him.
I was shamefully flirting, purposely arching, groaning, and licking my lips as he watched. He held his beer bottle just at his parted lips, frozen in its spot. I knew how his lips felt, so thirsty, so close, but just out of reach of the quenching deserved—more like needed.
My eyes moved from his, slowly lowering down his chest, already shirtless from a hard day’s work. Sweat glistened down his chiseled abs as my eyes followed along his dark skin. The t-shirt he’d worn was dangling from his back pocket of his jeans, his work boots unlaced, and his lips still parted. Aiden’s legs were parted too, his elbows resting on his knees as my eyes traced up his arms, then down again, stopping at his crotch. The material was tight, his cock obviously hardening beneath the denim, and I knew he was feeling the same frustration as me.
“I think I understand the frustration,” he said, his voice raspy and weak.
We were married after all, husband and wife, so why couldn’t we share more than a home and a last name?
“I’ve tried and tried to reach my back, but I just can’t seem to get the sunscreen applied. I’m afraid I’ll burn. It’s so frustrating,” I teased slowly, seductively, as I turned my back towards him. I turned, looking over my shoulder, watching his cheeks redden with embarrassment. “Can you help me?” I pleaded, my bottom lip pushing outward.
“Uh-yeah, sure,” he stammered, quickly picking up the sunscreen by my side.
I turned back around, my heart racing at the thought of his touch. I loved teasing him, tormenting him, and if things went as planned, I was going to love fucking him.
The squirt of the lotion blurted as he squeezed it into his palm. He placed his hands on my shoulders, palms down, and slid them along my back. I scooped my hair towards my front, letting it tickle the sensitive flesh between my breasts as he continued to apply the lotion.
“It’s getting on your suit,” his words dripped like honey from his lips.
“Let me help,” I suggested, reaching behind me, tugging the string that secured my top loose, and let it drop.
I was turned away from him, but I imagined his expression, shocked, excited, and lustful.
“I-uh,” he stuttered, and then cleared his throat.
I giggled.
“Is that better?” I asked softly.
“Uh huh,” he mumbled, pushing his hands back on my bare skin, completing the job at hand.
My breasts felt the freedom of being released with just the material of my bikini top dangling around them. My pussy, however, was on fire with desire and beginning to throb against the thin fabric of my bottoms.
Aiden’s hands were strong, yet gentle, as they massaged into my flesh. I reached behind my neck, untying the remaining string to my top and let it fall into the water, freeing my breasts entirely.
Aiden groaned, causing my clit to twitch. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him.
“Thank you,” I said softly, slowly turning towards him, giving him the full view of my breasts.
His eyes widened, and a wild grin rolled across his reddening face.
I slid into the water, leaving my margarita on the edge of the pool, smirking in Aiden’s direction. His cock was pressed hard against his jeans, and as he adjusted his legs, it was obviously causing him discomfort with the aching growl he let escape his lips.
The cool water instantly soothed the burning between my legs but did little for the swelling and the ache, something I knew would only be soothed by Aiden.
“Why don’t ya join me?” I flirted, lifting just enough from the water to expose my tits.
“I’ll get my suit,” Aiden said, quickly kicking off his boots.
I reached into the water, sliding my bottoms from my body, allowing them to float to the surface.
“You don’t need it,” I grinned.
“Oh fuck,” Aiden growled, tilting his head to the side as he stared at my nude body reflected under the water.
He ripped open his jeans, quickly pushing them from his perfect body. My eyes took in his thick cock for the first time as he stood, much more impressive than I’d imagined. He walked towards the pool, his meat slapping against his thigh, long, hard, and thick.
I closed my eyes and let out a squeal of delight as he jumped into the water, quickly scooping me into his arms, pulling me into his hard chest.
My eyes opened to Aiden’s, dark green, beautiful. My heart raced as I leaned in, kissing him on the mouth. His lips parted, allowing his tongue to entangle with mine, and satisfaction rolled over me like a cool wave.
I lifted my legs around him, allowing him to hold me above the surface of the water as I melted into the heat of his body.
His strong hands lifted me, positioning my cunt just over his erection. My eyes opened, staring into his as the weight of my body pushed him into me.
My hips spread as he filled me, and moans roared from my throat. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Aiden’s hands gripped my hips, lifting, and then lowering me back onto his hard erection. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he moved towards the steps and into shallower waters. The swooshing of the cool water around my body as he walked added to the sweet sensation of our connection, causing me to let out a low, deep growl of satisfaction. He smiled, smirked really, his eyes filled with curiosity. I knew he was just as shocked as me, that we’d ended up like this, here, in the pool, fucking as husband and wife.
My body lifted from the water, the weightlessness quickly disappearing as Aiden walked up the steps and out of the pool. I held on tightly, my legs wrapped securely around his chiseled hips, my arms entwined around the thick muscles of his shoulders and neck.
I started to ask where we were going, but his mouth pressed back into mine. I’d missed the sweetness of his tongue, welcoming it back against mine. My eyes closed and my body melted into his, slipping further onto his manhood as I relaxed. The movement of his steps was enough to send tingles through my veins. My body swayed with his, his cock still buried deep inside of me, and our mouths connected.
I heard the door open, and then felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning blowing into the house.
Aiden’s hands rested under my ass cheeks, securing me in place as he walked down the long hallway towards his bedroom.
“We’re getting everything soaked,” I gasped, pulling back from our kiss to get a bearing on my location in the house. Water dripped from our bodies onto the floor, leaving trails of puddles throughout the house.
Aiden smiled, and then let out a chuckle as he hoisted me back up from slipping.
“I sure hope so,” he smirked.
My body fell backward, his following. The softness of the mattress below cradled me, welcomed me, as he moved me upward, towards the headboard. A squeal escaped my lips as he positioned himself above me, penetrating me deeper than he had in the pool.
Suddenly, the room disappeared. It was only Aiden and me on the bed. His heart beat hard against his chest, pushing into mine. Thud, thud, thud. His hands reached down, pulling at my hips, rolling my legs back and around his waist.
Our bodies rocked together, sending him deep into my pleasure zone, rubbing gently against the spot that made my eyes roll back into my head
and soft moans roll from my lips.
I couldn’t believe I was here, or even understood how I got here, but at that moment, there was no other place I wanted to be.
Chapter Eleven
Aiden
The morning sun was warm on my back as my eyes started to open. My arm stretched across the bed, searching for Blake, but she was gone. I sat up, feeling a strange emptiness at the realization she’d snuck out after our night together. She’d been the one who initiated it, so her absence left me confused.
My mind drifted to her curves, her passion. Wow, she’d blown my mind. The way she snuggled under my arm, falling asleep next to me. I had no idea she’d sneak out once I’d fallen asleep and head off into her room.
I pushed the sheet away from my body, still aching from the passionate night before. I slid into a pair of boxers that were thrown over the chair in my bedroom, and headed down the hall.
As I stood in her doorway, I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to say. Should I act like nothing happened?
“Good morning,” I said softly as I pushed the door open.
The room was empty, but the bed was undone, so it was clear she had slept there. I walked out of the room, down the hall, and into the kitchen. There wasn’t any sign of Blake, no note, no trace of her existence, other than the coffee cup on the counter that hadn’t been washed out.
What the fuck?
I quickly dressed, climbed into my truck, and headed into town. I wasn’t planning on being there when she returned. The last thing I wanted was to let her see me stewing, waiting, and hurting.
I drove around, not admitting even to myself that I was looking for her car. I found myself in the parking lot of the bed and breakfast where Luke was staying,.
Luke’s truck was parked in front of the building, so I parked beside it.
The small elderly woman that ran the bed and breakfast waved to me through the large glass window as I passed. I walked to the back of the building where Luke’s private entrance was perfectly situated near the pool.
A couple knocks, and I heard him shuffling around inside. I wasn’t sure what I was doing there, what I needed from him, but I knew he was the only one I could talk to.