“Jesus, woman! Your fingers are like ice.” He twisted out of my grip and then took my hand in his, leading me to the door of the pool house. “That’s it. Time to get sweaty.”
The handle was unlocked and after we entered, Huck pushed the door shut behind us. The room was dark, but light streamed in through the windows thanks to the Christmas lights that were strung all around the back yard. Patio furniture was stacked against the walls along with nets, rafts, buckets, and other random tools. My sex drive was idling, highly unimpressed with the choice for our quickie. I knew it couldn’t always be sex on the beach with the surf pounding in the background, but as long as I got a pounding, I supposed I didn’t care all that much.
Huck pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my middle, his hands immediately finding my breasts. He gently bit the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder and I leaned back into him. He pushed his hips against my ass, grinding against me as his fingers fondled and teased at the edges of my low-cut dress. “I feel like a teenager sneaking sex without the ‘rents knowing.”
I lifted my eyebrow. “Really? Was this your secret sex shack?”
He chuckled. “No. Only some mild groping and dry humping ever happened in here. Nothing memorable.”
I spun around in his arms and his hands dropped to my ass, his fingers, slowly pulling my dress up. “Not even a blowjob?” I asked.
He pressed his hips into mine, causing a flutter of need to flicker inside me. “Not even a hand job.”
“That’s so unfortunate.” I clucked my tongue and started to unbutton his jeans, my fingers, drifting to the zipper.
Huck’s warm hands cradled my face as he kissed me. “So many unfulfilled fantasies,” he growled.
“Well then...allow me.” I dropped to the ground, taking his jeans with me. My bare knees scraped across the gritty floor and I tried to ignore the fact that my foot slid through a cobweb. This was sex—his hardness in all my soft places. I could deal with a little dirt and grime. Right?
As soon as I had the jeans down to his knees, I forgot all about the dirt, because Huck was commando—my favorite.
And he was hard—my absolute favorite.
I leaned forward, gripping his jeans, as my tongue flattened against the base of him before dragging up to the tip. When I took him in my mouth, he dug his hands into my hair, his groan echoing through the dark room. I moved slowly, my mouth descending as he went deep into my throat, growing harder and thicker.
“God, Cat,” he growled. His fingers curled into my hair like he was trying to hold back. Like he just wanted to start thrusting into me.
I wanted him to.
“No fantasy ever felt this fucking good,” he said.
I pulled back slowly, my lips sliding along the hard length of him. I licked around the tip again, the deep noises he made in the back of his throat making my spine tingle with anticipation. My hands tracked up his denim-covered legs and I decided that I was going to deliver the best hand job blowie of his life. I was going to fulfill all of teenage Huck’s fantasies, and then some. He’d never be able to look at this pool house without thinking of my mouth and hands all over him.
His eyes were closed as he tilted his head back, his hips circling as he held my head and pumped into me, filling my mouth over and over. He was losing himself in me and I fucking loved it. I fucking loved him.
My hands continued to make a slow upward path, but as soon as my fingers made contact with his skin, he jerked backwards. His dick disappeared from my mouth with a loud popping sound and he hissed again, giving me a look like I’d put a sharp object near his family jewels.
“This isn’t going to happen if you can’t keep those blocks of ice to yourself,” he warned. His dick was bobbing in front of me, taunting me. I reached for him again, sure he was just joking, but he grabbed my hands before I could touch him. “I’m serious, Cat. Those hands are the ultimate cockblock.”
He pulled me up from the floor, keeping a firm grip on my wrists. The kiss he gave me was scorching hot. Or maybe that was just because I was still so cold. Huck turned me around and then guided me forward to a pool lounge chair, gently pushing me until I was kneeling on it. The cushion was missing and my knees poked through the plastic webbing that was stretched across the seat. He put my hands on the back of the chair and then said, “Stay. You move your hands off there and I’ll tell my mother how you proposed.”
I grinned mischievously and lifted my eyebrows as I looked over my shoulder at him. “Don’t make threats you won’t follow through on.” His mother was already scandalized by the fact that I proposed to him and that we were planning a wedding in Vegas. If she knew I’d asked her son to marry me while neither of us were wearing pants, her head might explode.
He turned toward a shelf, his jeans still around his knees, his dick still hard. He pushed things to the side and then spun back toward me with a huge smile on his face. He stalked forward and then knelt on the lounger behind me, the metal supports creaking underneath of us.
“Why are we doing this in here again?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, just merely peeled my dress off me and tossed it to the floor. My bra followed soon after and then his palms framed my sides, sliding up my arms and to my wrists as he pressed my hands to the bar on the back of the chair again.
“These hands,” he growled, “are going to stay right here.”
Huck twisted something just below my hand and when I looked down, I saw it was a bracelet made from a zip tie. He then slid another zip tie through the first before tightening it around the bar on the chair like a makeshift handcuff. Before I could protest, he did the same with the other hand.
I tugged and when I realized I really couldn’t move, I felt a flare of panic in my chest. “Huck,” I warned. I liked to be in control. Needed to be. As kinky as our sex lives might be, I’d never been restrained.
“Trust me,” he said, brushing my hair to the side before he kissed a path down my spine, his lips scorching hot against my chilled skin. I shivered and he laughed.
“Don’t make me regret this.” I meant the words to come out harsh and commanding, but his fingers had twisted into the straps of my thong and all I could manage was a breathy warning.
He yanked hard and I felt the burn of the fabric as it rubbed against my skin...and didn’t tear.
“Ow!” I yelled, looking over my shoulder to see an angry red line across my ass. Huck merely looked back at me with wide eyes, my thong still wrapped around his fingers. He’d ripped my panties off before, but it was decidedly less sexy when they stayed in one piece and all I got out of the effort was rope burn.
“Sorry,” Huck said, pulling the thong down my thighs, leaving a quick kiss on the raw line on my skin. I lifted my legs one at a time to help him get the thong off, and I nearly toppled off the chair as my left knee slipped between two of the plastic bands. With my hands strapped to the back of the chair, I had no way to gracefully right myself.
Huck chuckled and caught me by the waist, straightening me so I was back on all fours. He was shaking with laughter.
“Just get on with it before a spider crawls up my ass or something,” I snapped back.
“That’s so...sexy,” he admonished.
He positioned himself behind me, one knee on the chair, the other foot on the floor. He gripped my hips and leaned forward so the tip of him slipped between my thighs...so close to the promised land.
“Just put it in already.” I didn’t need foreplay. I needed him inside.
“Stop talking,” he said, echoing the words I’d said to him the very first time we had sex.
And then he pushed into me in one swift, deep motion. The only thing I could do was moan in relief. His fingers tightened on my waist as he pulled out and then plunged deep and hard again. Exactly what I fucking needed.
He thrust into me and I pushed back against him, the chair beneath me creaking and groaning with every violent, needy move. Sweat trickled from my back and down m
y legs, making my knees stick to the plastic seat below me. With every hard push of Huck behind me, the chair scraped across the floor in time to the slap of his skin against mine. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the smell of pool chemicals and the layer of grime that felt greasy under my fingers as I clutched the back of the chair.
“I fucking love you,” Huck groaned behind me.
I wanted to tell him I loved him too, which was the only reason why I was letting him fuck me in the pool house, but then he released his hand from my side and reached around to stroke me, right where he was burying himself into me over and over again. My spine became liquid heat as the promise of an orgasm built like a slow burn between my legs.
It felt heavenly.
“What the actual fuck?” Huck bellowed, burying himself so deep inside me that I was thrown forward, the back of the chair collapsing beneath me. He’d fallen on top of me, knocking me breathless. I was lying face-first in the nets that were hanging on the wall behind the chair. Dead bug carcasses rained down on me and into my hair.
“What the hell?” I sputtered, shaking my head, unable to free myself since my hands were bound to the chair. There was a scuffling, whimpering sound as extra weight pressed into me before Huck began squirming. He cursed and then pushed himself up. I heard the wet slap of his dick against his abs as he pulled out of me and stood up.
He was cursing and yelling, creating a commotion. I tried to look over my shoulder but I couldn’t see what was going on through the net that had fallen over my head.
“Huck? You better tell me what the hell that was all about.”
“He fucking licked my balls,” was all he said. There was a loud screech as he yanked the chair back so that my head was freed. A strange panting and shuffling noise echoed through the dark space.
“Your balls?” I twisted, craning my neck to see what was going on. In the middle of the room, Huck’s pants were still around his ankles as he wrestled with Pumpkin. Uncontrollable laughter bubbled up out of me. “The dog licked your balls?”
“Yes. He must have come through the doggie door,” he said through gritted teeth, snatching the dog’s collar. “And then once the chair collapsed, he jumped on my back and...” He cut himself off.
“Did Pumpkin...” I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard. “After licking your balls, your mother’s dog tried to hump you? Doggie style?”
Before he could answer, Dana’s voice echoed faintly across the back yard. “Pumpkin?” she called. There was a few seconds pause before she called out again in distress. “Pumpkin!”
The dog’s ears pricked up and Huck bent over to hurriedly pull up his pants.
A few other voices echoed the name and all I could imagine was a full-out manhunt being organized for the stupid pervy dog that tried to turn our quickie into a demented threesome.
“Don’t you dare let her come in here,” I hissed. It was one thing for his mother to know we were having sex. It was another for her to see me naked and tied to a disgusting old pool chair in a dirty storage room.
Huck grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled the slobbering mutt toward the door. “I’ll be right back.”
I stared at him in horror. “Don’t you dare leave me tied to this chair.”
He gave me a wicked grin and then grabbed a deflated raft, tossing it over my naked body like a blanket. “I’ll be back to finish what I started.” He winked and then walked out the door, dragging the dog behind him.
A flash of fury heated my skin and I pushed up on my elbows, trying to pull my hands out of the zip ties. I was struggling and cursing and making so much racket that I didn’t hear the door open again.
“Cat? What’s going on?” A deep male chuckle made me wince in mortification.
I slowly turned my head to see who had found me. Of course it was Trace, Huck’s brother.
“Oh my God. Go away,” I begged, dropping my head down between my arms.
He sauntered toward me. “Last year I found you passed out in our barn. This year I find you tied up in my parent’s pool house. And are you wearing...a raft?” He laughed again and I wished my hands were free so I could punch him in the throat, right after I strangled my beloved fiancé for abandoning me.
“What are you doing in here?” I snapped, refusing to look at him.
“Looking for Pumpkin. Mom lost her shit because she couldn’t find the damn dog. Sent me out the front door looking for him. I walked around the side of the house and saw the pool house door open. I thought he might have come in here.”
“He did. Huck took him back to the house.”
“I see.” Trace wandered over to the shelf where Huck had gotten the zip ties and leaned against it. “And why are you out here? You know my mom has perfectly good beds—”
He was cut off when the door opened again and Huck walked through, slamming it behind him. “I can’t believe that fucking dog licked my balls.”
I could have warned him that his brother was in the room with us, but then I decided he deserved to be as mortified as I was.
“I swear to God, my dick shriveled up in horror when it jumped on my back. I may never get a hard-on again,” Huck said.
The silence was broken with laughter and Huck spun around to find Trace doubled over.
“Merry Christmas to me,” Trace chuckled. “Best fucking present ever, bro.” He patted Huck on the shoulder as he pushed off the shelf and headed for the door. He gave him one last look. “You’re never living this down.”
The door closed behind him and Huck sighed before going to the shelf and finding a pair of clippers. He cut the ties around my wrists and then sat down on the chair, pulling me into his lap. He stroked my hair, kissing my neck, cheek, lips. “Sorry,” he said.
“Not yet,” I told him, resting my hand on his jaw so I could kiss him deeply. “But you will be.”
He raised his eyebrows, but I merely untangled myself from his embrace and went to the shelf, finding the box of zip ties that were on top of it. I strode back over to the chair.
“Lay down,” I ordered.
Huck grinned and did as I commanded, lifting his arms to the top of the chair where I bound him, just like he’d done to me. He didn’t try to argue. I wasn’t sure if it was because he knew he wouldn’t win, or because he wanted what I was about to do to him. I decided it was probably both.
Once he was bound, I undid his jeans and yanked them off, not even trying to be gentle. Despite what he’d said about the dog trying to hump him, his hard-on was standing at attention, ready for whatever punishment I deemed necessary. I swung my leg over the chair, straddling his prone body. I leaned over and put one hand on his shoulder and he hissed, cursing the word “cold” on an exhale.
I smiled as I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, his body jerking at my icy touch. I stroked him a few times and just when his hips started to lift up in response, I took him inside me in one swift plunge of my hips. My name came out of his mouth in a groan and I leaned over to kiss him, to taste the way he said it, as he repeated it over and over, in time to the way my hips were rolling up and over him.
He was thrusting up off the chair and I was riding him like a cowgirl on steroids. I didn’t even care that we were in the filthy pool house anymore.
“I hope it’s always like this,” I murmured, the chair creaking beneath us.
He smiled. “Sex on an ugly chair?” He strained against the ties around his wrists and I remembered the furniture in my room that he’d dubbed the ugly chair. Maybe that was our thing.
“That too. But I hope it’s always intense.” I rubbed against him. “All-consuming.” my hips lifted and then slid back down to meet his. “Unexpected.”
He twisted his wrists violently, snapping the plastic ties in one swift motion. Then his hands were on my back, in my hair, holding me to him, bringing me in for another kiss. “I never could have expected you,” he murmured against my lips. “I never know what you’re going to do. And I can’t wait to marry you.”
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“Good,” I said. “Because you’re mine. Forever.”
He twisted his fingers in my hair. “Yes,” he agreed. When he kissed me again, I felt his claim on me too, deep and permanent. We continued to rock against each other slowly, like we had all the time in the world.
Because we did. This life was ours to do with as we pleased. And right now, I wanted to make love to my fiancé. His hips pushed up slowly, greedily to meet the plunge of mine.
A slight creak and whine was the only warning we had before the entire chair collapsed beneath us and we crashed to the ground.
Huck groaned and looked at the carnage around us. “Shit. We fucked the hell out of this ugly chair.”
I laughed. “I guess we’re getting your mom some new patio furniture for Christmas.”
He grabbed my ass and pulled me harder against him where he was still buried inside me. “Then we better get started on the rest of the stuff in here. Really get our money’s worth.”
I grinned. “Ugly chair sex all night long. Merry Fucking Christmas to us.”
The End
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About the Author
The first thing Christine does when she's getting ready to read a book is to crack the spine in at least five places. She wholeheartedly believes there is no place as comfy as the pages of a well-worn book. She's from Forest Hill, Maryland where she lives with her husband, three kids, and her library of ugly spine books. Get to know her better by visiting her Website: www.christinemanzari.com, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ChristineManzari, Twitter: https://twitter.com/Xenatine, or Instagram: http://instagram.com/xenatine
Nope, Not Awkward at All
Christine Zolendz
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