by SJ McCoy
She didn’t go straight for the obvious, instead closing her fingers around his ass and squeezing as she moved him in her time, rocking his cock against her as she spread her legs wider.
He lifted his head and looked down at her. His eyes had turned a deeper shade of green. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
She nodded uncertainly. Not understanding what he meant.
He’d dropped his hands to unclasp her top and when it was gone, he dropped his head and mouthed each nipple in turn.
She rocked his ass harder and faster, needing to feel him inside her, but he stopped again. “I want you Dani, I want this.”
She nodded, her breath was coming hard, and she wanted to join it, but she needed to know what he’d meant.
“When you said it doesn’t have to mean anything …?”
He traced his fingers down the side of her face. “To me, sex has only ever meant one of two things—either, I’m never going to see them again, or …” He looked away and shook his head. “Or it means everything.”
She nodded. She knew he was screwed up. She could see where he was coming from. “If you want, between you and me, it could mean something different. I can’t do it if it means nothing at all.”
He shook his head again. “That’s not what I mean either.”
“So how about for us, it just means we’re friends, who …” She smiled and let her gaze travel over him, “who find each other incredibly attractive and who want to make each other feel good?”
He smiled. “I like that. I want to make you feel good.” He hooked his fingers inside her bikini bottoms and pushed them down.
She tried to kick out of them, but it was difficult in the water. He broke into a grin and winked at her. “Be right back.”
With that he ducked underwater and pulled them down and off.
“Oh my God!” She gripped the side of the pool with both hands when he spread her thighs and ducked his head between them. The feel of his warm tongue moving over her was such a contrast to the cool water. He stayed there a few moments his tongue trailing over her, then tormenting her clit. Then he popped back up and shook the water from his hair like a big dog.
“You taste like strawberries!” he said with a laugh.
“Oh my God! I told you about the natural products. I used the shower gel. I didn’t think.” She brought her hand up to cover her face. “That’s embarrassing.”
He rested his weight against her and took her face between his hands. “It isn’t; it’s adorable.” He smiled. “And delicious. I told you strawberries are one of my favorites. It’s perfect.” His hands moved down over her body as he spoke. He slid one between her legs and began to stroke her, making her close her eyes and move in time with him. He spread her open and stroked her with the tip of his cock, making her ache for him to be inside her. “Do you know how I like strawberries best?”
She shook her head. Why was he still talking about strawberries? She needed him to do it, to thrust his hips and give it to her.
He dropped his head to nibble her neck, and then her ear. “With cream,” he breathed.
Oh! She registered what he meant as he thrust his hips and impaled her. She screamed, she couldn’t help it. He’d had her right on the edge, and the moment he plunged deep inside, sent a mini-orgasm rippling through her.
He smiled and bit down on her neck. “Is it good?” he asked as began to move faster and faster inside her.
“So … good,” she gasped. The water was splashing around them. Her breasts were bouncing, and all she could do was hang on.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded, unable to form words.
He hooked his arm behind her knee and wrapped her leg around his waist. “Better?”
She nodded again. It was, but she knew how it could be better still. She lifted her other leg and he caught that and wrapped it around him. She was completely dependent on him now to keep her upright—and keep her with him.
He smiled and cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider as he pinned her against the wall and thrust deeper and harder. His cock was relentless, stretching her, filling her, plunging deep inside her and making her lose her mind. All she could focus on was the feel of him. He dropped his head and kissed her collarbone, then nibbled his way up and down her neck, trailing his tongue behind her ear. Could an ear have an orgasm? She thought hers might have. All her limbs were wrapped tightly around him as he took her closer and closer to the point of no return. She wanted to touch him, encourage him, but she was at his mercy.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?”
She nodded as she felt him grow harder. “I … I …I … Oh! TJ! Oh God!” Her orgasm tore through her and she tightened around him, her arms, her legs, her inner muscles grasped tight. It sent him over the edge to join her. His hips thrust wildly in a frantic rhythm, his head thrown back as he slammed into her over and over and over until she screamed again.
Eventually, they stilled. She breathed a big sigh and rested her head on his shoulder.
He planted a kiss on top of her head and let her legs go. They felt wobbly as she stood—still too shaky to hold her up.
He smiled and held her close to his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
For some reason those words made tears prick behind her eyes. In some ways he seemed so tough and unreachable, and yet underneath, he was so sweet and caring.
Chapter Twelve
TJ stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the bowl of salad he was bringing outside. Dani was leaning on the stone bar, looking out at the view. The last golden rays of sun made her skin glow. He wished he had a camera. He wanted to capture the moment. She was smiling, but she looked sad at the same time. He knew that feeling. Even when you were happy, it was hard to leave the sadness behind—a part of you never wanted to.
He cleared his throat before taking the salad to the table. He didn’t want to startle her.
She turned to him with a smile. “Thank you.”
He shrugged. “It’s just salad, and there’s fruit and ice cream for after.”
She came to him and slipped her arms around his waist. “I meant, thank you for today. For bringing me here away from the people, to swim, to relax.” She smiled. “To get to know you better.”
He closed his arms around her. “I like getting to know you.” He slid a hand down and closed it around her ass, holding her against his cock which to his amazement stirred from its exhausted slumber.
She rocked her hips against him. “I’d say we know each other well now.”
“Yeah. Between the pool, the lounger, the shower, and the bar, I’d say we do.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. There was one more place he wanted to get to know her better, but he wasn’t sure if that crossed a line—for him, more than for her.
She frowned. “But?”
“But what?”
“You don’t look happy. Are you thinking this is as much as we’re going to know each other?”
He shook his head rapidly. “No. That’s not what I was thinking at all.”
“Sorry, it’s just that what you said earlier—about it not meaning anything. I guess that’s left me a little wary. If this is it, if we were just one great afternoon of sex, I can accept that.” She gave him a small smile. “I’ll be sad, but I can accept it.”
“No.” He hugged her close to his chest. “I don’t want this to be goodbye, but I’m not the kind of guy who’s looking for forever, either.”
She leaned back and looked up into his eyes. “And what makes you think that’s what I’m looking for?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. In my experience, it’s what women want. And …” He shrugged. “If I was looking for that, I’d want it to be with someone like you.”
She smiled at that.
“But I’m not looking for it, I’m not ready for it, and I�
�m not sure I’ll ever be capable of it.”
Her smile didn’t fade. “And I’m not looking for it either. I won’t lie, I like what you just said about me being the kind of person you’d want to end up with, but I’d probably like it less if you were saying you want it.”
He nodded, feeling relieved, but surprisingly a little uncomfortable, too. That was dumb, though. He should be relieved that she wasn’t looking for something serious any more than he was. “So, do you want to stick with what you said this afternoon? About two people who find each other attractive and want to make each other feel good?”
She nodded. “Definitely, especially since now we have lots of examples of just how good we make each other feel.”
He laughed. “We do. And since we’ve cleared that up, the reason I was looking thoughtful was because I didn’t know whether to ask you if you want to stay the night.”
Her eyes widened.
His arms tightened involuntarily around her waist. “Think how good we can make each other feel.” He winked and smiled as though he was just playing, but he was starting to doubt his own motives. He didn’t just want to give her physical pleasure. He enjoyed her company, and he didn’t want it to end.
She laughed. “Well, since you put it like that, how can I say no? Especially since it’ll mean there will be a bed involved. I think we’ve done it everywhere but in bed so far.”
“Not everywhere.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to introduce me to someplace else?”
He laughed. “Maybe tomorrow. I need to save something for bedtime—if you’re going to stay?”
She nodded and tightened her arms around his waist. “I’d love to.” She rested her head against his chest, and he got the impression that while they were reassuring each other with words that this was nothing more than two friends getting physical, their eyes and bodies were having a silent conversation that went much deeper.
~ ~ ~
Dani woke up to sunlight streaming through the window. That was why she was warm, but why was the blanket so heavy? She discovered why when she went to throw it off—TJ’s arm was on top of it, curled around her, holding her close to his chest. She smiled and relaxed her head back down on the pillow. Wow. He was something else.
Yesterday had been wonderful. He turned out to be playful and fun when he was relaxed. He had some stamina, too! She’d had more sex yesterday than she’d had in the last year. And she’d loved it! Even if she might be walking like a cowboy for the next few days.
His arm tightened around her waist and he kissed her neck. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. Sorry I woke you.”
He chuckled. “I can’t believe I was still sleeping.”
She chuckled. “I’m not surprised. I think we wore each other out. I was just wondering if my legs are going to be able to hold me up today.”
He brushed his lips over her neck and slid his hand under the blanket. “If they can, then I’ve not done my job properly.”
“Mm. What … Mm.” She wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but she didn’t really care what he meant. His fingers had found their way between her legs and he was waking her up in the best way possible.
“Do you like it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do you want some more?”
“Mmm.” She gave up trying to form words. He knew what she meant, and hopefully the needy little noises she was making would give him the idea that she wanted it now.
He dipped a finger inside her, making her press her ass back against him. His finger felt good, but it was his cock she wanted.
He bit her neck, his warm breath fanning her ear and driving her wild. She wriggled against him desperately.
“Tell me.” He thrust his finger deep then withdrew only to thrust again, this time with two fingers.
He was going to make her come, but she wanted him to come with her. “I want …”
He slid his fingers deeper and crooked them. “You want this?”
She shook her head, even as her hips rocked, trying to draw him farther inside. “No! I want, I want …”
He withdrew his hand and grasped her hip, pulling her back against his hot, hard cock. “This?”
“Mm,” she whimpered.
“Tell me.”
He was rocking his hips against her as he parted her ass cheeks with his hand and let his cock glide between them. Then he closed his hand around her breast. He was going to make her come just like this, but she wanted more!” “Cock!” she gasped. “I want your cock.”
She could feel his smile against her shoulder. “Here?”
Damn. She needed him to stop teasing. “Inside,” she growled. “I need your cock inside my pussy now!”
He bit down on her shoulder as he flipped her onto her stomach. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
He lifted her hips so she was on all fours and she grabbed all the pillows she could reach and pulled them under her for support. He reached under her and she thought he was going to push them away again, but instead his fingers tightened around her nipple—hard, making her moan. He spread her knees with his own and then he was there, hot and hard, pushing at her entrance. She gripped the pillows tight and braced herself, but there was no big thrust. He reached around and tormented her clit then spread her open with his fingers and pushed just the very tip inside her. She panted as his hand moved back up to her breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb—so hard that it hurt, but in the most delightful way. His hand was in constant motion, moving between her breast and clit while he inched his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Next time his hand came up to her breast she thrust her ass back against him, desperate for him to fill her. She screamed when he did. He closed one arm around her waist holding her still to receive him as he pounded into her. His thighs slapped against hers as he withdrew and plunged in deeper, over and over and over again. She was gasping and moaning and loving every second of it, but she had a feeling she wasn’t going to get there like this.
He soon proved her wrong. He relaxed his grip on her waist and reached down between her legs. She gasped louder when he took her clit between his finger and thumb and began to roll it and squeeze, hard. “TJ!”
“Come for me, Dani.” He squeezed harder, sending ripples of pleasure radiating out from that point and through her whole body.
He thrust his hips harder, and she took him deeper as he continued to torment her clit. She couldn’t contain the pleasure that was building where he held her. It mounted and mounted until all her inner muscles tightened and clenched around him. “Oh God!” she screamed, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
“Dani!” he gasped as her orgasm triggered his and he found his release deep inside her. He gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, holding her where he needed her as he pulsated inside her.
She felt as though she might dissolve in a puddle around him. She couldn’t stand the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her as his pumped inside her.
Eventually she slumped forward, and he rolled to the side. They lay there panting for a few moments until he reached over and stroked her back. “Don’t you wish every day could start that way?” he asked.
She chuckled. It was the only appropriate response she could come up with. The honest answer was, yes, she did. But she knew he didn’t mean it that way, and she was content with whatever casual thing they had going. She might wish for, but she didn’t need more.
~ ~ ~
“Do you want to stick around for the rest of the day?” asked TJ as he loaded the dishwasher.
They’d showered and had breakfast, and TJ wanted to spend another afternoon by the pool with her. He wasn’t sure if he had anything left for more sex—his legs felt like Jell-O—but he didn’t want her to leave.
She smiled. “Not if you plan to keep having your way with me. I’m exhausted.”
He went to
her and slid his arms around her waist. “I’d love to, but it’s beyond me right now. Maybe tonight.”
Her smiled faded a little. “I’ll stay for the afternoon, but I should leave after dinner.” He gave her a puzzled look, but she shrugged. “I have to be at work early tomorrow.”
He nodded sadly. She was right of course. This wasn’t a fuck-her-and-forget-her situation, but having her stay two nights in a row might be moving more toward something more permanent that this should be. “Yeah. I was getting greedy. That’s all. How do you want to work this?”
“Work it?”
“I mean. I don’t want to ask for too much of your time, but I’d like to see you again. Next weekend maybe?” He smiled. “We can make each other feel good after a long week at work?”
She didn’t look overly impressed, but she nodded slowly. “Sure. As far as I know I don’t have anything going on. Alan sometimes lands me with an assignment out of the blue, but up to now, I’m free next weekend, and if it stays that way, I’d love to hang out again.”
He nodded and hugged her close before letting her go. “Let’s play it by ear.” It sounded to him like she was giving herself a get-out clause and how could he blame her. He knew how that went. He’d done it with most of the women he’d dated in the past.
She caught hold of his arm. “I think you took that the wrong way. I do want to. The only reason I brought up work is so that you don’t think I’m making a last-minute excuse if it happens. I wanted to give you a heads up that it might.”
“That’s okay.” He felt dumb. His disappointment must have shown, and he knew he shouldn’t be feeling it.
They spent the afternoon by the pool, swimming and splashing and playing then relaxing on the loungers chatting about everything and nothing. She told him about her brother, Matt. He sounded like a good guy. It seemed she’d been closer to him than to their parents, and now he was gone, she felt alone in the world.