by Zara Chase
A completely naked body.
Oh my! She ought to have left but her limbs refused to budge, and so she stayed put and admired the view. She had though Jared was the most gorgeous naked male she’d ever seen, but Kent could give him a run for his money. She watched in total fascination as he composed himself, glorious in his nakedness. Powerful muscles shifted and flexed as his body arched. He sprang on the board, then appeared to elevate, hands grasping ankles as he twisted an impossible number of times in the air and entered the pool in a perfect pike position, barely making a ripple. She gasped in admiration, watching as he swam two-thirds of the way down the large pool underwater.
He surfaced, turned his head in her direction, and saw her gaping at him. He grinned, raised one hand in a wave, and swam over to where she stood.
“Hey, you’re about early,” he said.
“Yeah, my body’s obviously still on a difference time zone.” She felt awkward about him being naked, but it didn’t seem to bother him. “That was some dive.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am.”
He pressed his palms onto the side of the pool and levered himself effortlessly from the water. His cock was erect.
Massively so.
She knew she shouldn’t stare but couldn’t seem to help herself. That water must be pretty warm, she thought, otherwise how else…
“You’re an early riser, too,” she said, blushing scarlet when she realized that could be taken two ways.
He threw back his head and laughed aloud, showering her with water from the ends of his long hair. “That’s your fault.”
“Mine? What did I do?”
“You don’t come quietly,” he said, grinning.
“Oh.” She hadn’t thought her blush could get any deeper, but it now felt as though her entire face was flaming. “Sorry, I didn’t think.”
“You had fun, I hear.”
“Jared kisses and tells?” She flexed a brow. “That surprises me.”
“Darling, we have no secrets in that respect.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I made too much noise and got you all agitated.”
“The damage was done the moment you walked through our door.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I know you only needed consolation and Jared happened to be there. Just wish it had been me, that’s all.”
“Are you propositioning me?”
“If only.” Kent rolled his eyes. “No, darling, no pressure. You’ve got a lot of stuff to deal with today. You don’t need randy sods like Jared and me muddying the waters.”
Oh yes I do! Naomi was still reeling from the way Jared had made her feel. She wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told her beforehand that anything would distract her from her grief over Saul, even momentarily, and yet there had been large chunks of the previous night when she’d barely spared him a thought. And now, here she was, contemplating doing something similar with his best friend. She was truly a terrible person but, hey, whatever it took.
“Why should Jared have all the fun?” she asked in a provocative manner.
Kent’s head shot up. “What are you saying?”
“That water looks tempting.”
“Wanna join me?”
She shrugged. “Why not? I’ll just run up and grab my bikini.”
“Uh-huh. This is a clothes-free pool.”
“You made that up!”
“The evidence is hard to dispute,” he replied, motioning to his naked body and still-erect penis.
“What if Alice comes in?”
“She doesn’t start until later. Jared and I fend for ourselves at breakfast time. We like our privacy.”
She smiled at him. “I’m beginning to see why.”
“Take your clothes off for me, darling.”
His voice, up until that point easygoing, had developed an authoritative edge that made it impossible not to obey him. His Dom voice, she supposed, recalling how Jared had given her instructions in a similar tone. Recklessly she threw off her top, then unsnapped her jeans and stepped out of them, conscious of Kent watching her intently the entire time. When she was down to her pink underwear, she paused.
“All of it,” he said brusquely.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then unfastened her bra. Her tits fell free and Kent, still watching her every move, inhaled sharply at the sight of them.
“Just perfect,” he breathed. “I knew they would be. Did Jared clamp them?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir, he did.”
“And you liked that?”
“Yes, Master, very much.”
“Now the thong. Let me see that cute pussy. Thinking about it has left me in a state of near-permanent pain all night.”
Naomi smiled at the thought of having gotten him so worked up. She’d be lying to herself if she pretended not to know that men found her attractive. They came on to her all the time at the parties after fashion shoots, but she’d always thought they were attracted to the glamor as much as to her. But this morning she was hardly dressed to assassinate—she wasn’t dressed at all come to that—and Kent’s expression was smoldering with hot intentions as he looked at her. He wanted her—no question—and that was all she needed to know. She was done with analyzing the motives of every man who tried to date her. Just because her father’s attitude to women had made her wary, that didn’t mean all men were cut from the same mold as that asshole.
She stepped out of her thong, threw it aside and stood before him, naked and trembling with anticipation. He made no comment about her body but instead extended a hand. Before she knew what he intended to do, he had pulled her into his arms and held her tightly to him as he leapt back into the water, submerging them both. She gasped as she surfaced, still tight in his arms, only to have his lips capture hers in a savage kiss.
She didn’t have the strength to tread water and return his kiss. It was necessary to prioritize, and since breaking the kiss and denying herself the feel of his tongue exploring her mouth with such hungry expertise was out of the question, she simply wrapped her legs around his waist. He was an Olympic standard swimmer, as at home in the water as he was on dry land. Let him figure out how to keep them both afloat.
“I like fucking in water,” he said, earthy vibrancy echoing through his voice. “Ever tried it?”
“No, Sir. This will be a first for me.”
“Good. Come on, let’s swim to the deep end.”
“The deep end? Is that safe?”
“You want safe sex? Well, of course you do. Oh shit!” He slapped his forehead with the heel of one hand. “No condoms down here.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. It’s not that sort of safety that bothers me. I’m guessing you and Jared are clean. I certainly am.”
“You’ll let me come inside you? Oh, baby! I knew you were special, but—”
“I’m not a strong enough swimmer to keep myself afloat while being fucked, is what I meant,” she told him.
“Don’t you worry about that. You just come with me.” He chuckled. “And for me. Multiple times. I need to know you get off on aqua-fucking and there’s only one way to prove it to me.”
“Work, work, work,” she muttered, grinning at him as she breast-stroked her way toward the deep end.
Kent swam backward, watching her. At one point he disappeared beneath the water and she felt him below her, his breath control such that he seemed to remain there for ages, sucking hard on one of her nipples. How did he do that? She got so excited by the novel situation that she almost sank. Only his strong hands kept her head above water as he continued to bite at her sore nipple like he hadn’t eaten for a week. His fingers molded the flesh, pushing her breast farther into his mouth, causing Naomi to feel surging ripples that had nothing to do with the ones they were creating in the pool.
He eventually surfaced beside her, seemingly unaffected by his prolonged sub-aqua sortie, winked and blew her a kiss.
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“Show off!” she mouthed.
A hand came down hard, splashing her as it made contact with her butt.
“Didn’t Jared explain the rules?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. I guess I forgot.”
“Hold onto that and face forward,” he ordered her when they reached the deep end, pointing to a rung of a ladder just above the surface of the water. “Then I’ll give you a refresher course.”
* * * *
Kent trod water as he watched his lovely companion rush to do as he’d asked. He genuinely hadn’t meant for anything like this to happen. He’d just been flirting with her, trying to make a joke out of the fact that she’d caught him swimming in the buff while contending with a major woody. But he’d also known, the moment he saw her enter the conservatory before he’d taken his dive, that she might have different ideas. He could see the changes in her. The awareness, the awakening, whatever…and figured she’d be hungry for more of the same. Women who shared Jared’s bed always were and Naomi had more reason than most to be in need of a distraction. The fact that they got to do it in the pool, and without a condom, went a long way to making up for his uncomfortable night.
But first off he needed to find out if she really was as receptive to new ideas as Jared had implied. Not that he doubted it, but there was nothing like firsthand experience to satisfy a guy’s curiosity. He reached for a short rubber hose, used to unblock the pool’s filters that just happened to be at hand. He rubbed it between her legs, making sure he’d parted the lips to her pussy first and that it touched her right when she most wanted to be touched.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Hmm. Yes, Master. It’s hot!”
“So are you, darling. So are you.”
He removed the hose, inverted it and slid it into her pussy. It was as wide as his own cock but considerably longer. He was surprised by just how much of it disappeared inside of her and how enthusiastically she bucked her hips to accommodate it. Kent held it in place with one hand, took in a lungful of air and disappeared beneath the water. He latched onto her clit with his lips, still maneuvering the hose in and out of her cunt while squeezing a tit that dangled so temptingly beneath her, buoyed by the water, with his other hand.
“Fuck it, Kent!”
She thrust to a climax in his mouth, as noisy and uninhibited as she’d been with Jared the night before. They were going to have so much fun with this little vixen when they got at her together, if she allowed it. Kent didn’t doubt that she would. Jared was right on the money about her proclivities. She’d been subconsciously waiting for guys like them to indoctrinate her into the joys of submission. Kent was more than happy to oblige.
He came up for air and transferred his lips to her own.
“Like that?” he asked.
“You gentleman know how rock a girl’s world,” she responded, her body still trembling with a series of aftershocks.
“We aim to satisfy, ma’am.”
He removed the hose from her pussy but wasn’t finished tormenting her with it yet. He grabbed her hips with one hand while treading water, using the other hand to guide his cock down her backside. She groaned—a cute, needy little sound that almost had him shooting his load then and there. How embarrassing would that be? If Jared got to hear of it, Kent would never live it down.
The temptation to sink his dick right into her anus was compelling, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that quite yet. He released her again almost immediately, held the ladder with one hand, and carefully inserted a finger in her bottom with the other. She didn’t flinch so he added another, then a third.
“All right?”
She nodded, her wet head backward against his chest, then appeared to recall she was supposed to make a verbal response. “I’m getting used to it, Master.”
“That’s good to know. How about this?”
He removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of the hose. She tensed but the water would help to remove the sting and it wasn’t long before he’d managed to slip an inch or two of it inside.
“Swivel round so you’re facing me,” he said curtly, putting a float beneath her head when it hit the surface of the water. “Hold the ladder at the sides and wrap your legs around me.”
She probably expected him to remove the hose from her anus, but Kent hated being predictable. As soon as she’d got herself into position, he parted her folds with his free hand and slid the tip of his cock into her.
“I can’t…I can’t take you and the other thing.”
“Yeah, you can.” He dropped a kiss on the end of her nose. “Just trust me. You want to give me pleasure, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, but I feel so full. Like I’m gonna burst.”
“Just imagine if it was Jared and me,” he said in a softly suggestive drawl. “You’d feel a damned sight fuller then. Have to get you used to the idea so you can make an informed decision.”
“Ah, so you’re helping me do research?”
Kent chuckled. “Got to stay properly informed. You okay with this?”
He sank his cock a little deeper and the feel of it appeared to eradicate her doubts. She panted and gripped her feet a little more tightly around the back of his waist.
“Well, I sure as heck don’t want you to stop.”
“Stopping won’t be an option soon, sweetheart, so say now if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“Hell, no, Sir. You promised me a fuck!”
Kent laughed. “Attagirl! You’re so fucking tight it’s doing things to my head. It’s unfrigging believable.”
Kent upped the pace, causing a mini tidal wave to crash over their bodies, making a slapping sound each time Kent withdrew and then thrust back into her. He pushed the tube a little deeper into her anus and then eased it out again so he could bury himself ball deep inside her cunt. It felt like heaven! Kent had fucked women in the pool many times before, but never one who was so responsive, so innocent in an oddly contradictory sort of way—so every damned thing.
“We’ll do it on the highest diving board next time,” he said, panting with the effort it took him to talk, fuck and keep his head above water. Hell, women weren’t the only ones who could multitask! “I’ve never done that but I figure you could manage it.”
“Yes, Master. If it pleases you.”
“Oh, baby!”
Kent was conscious of his body clenching and trembling as he struggled to hold back. This was happing way too quickly but he could sense that Naomi was on the brink, too. Her mewling had grown louder, she was holding him in a death grip with her thighs, and he could feel her closing her muscles around his length as she thrust her hips forward to meet him halfway.
“Kent, I—”
“Yeah, I know. Let it go, darling. Synchronized orgasms are all the rage this year.”
“Is that the new synchronized swimming?”
He chuckled. “We might just set a new trend.”
He removed the tube from her backside so he could fill her cunt to capacity, branding her a little more deeply with each upward thrust. The intoxicating friction of his penis against the walls of her pussy was lethally addictive—an addiction he wouldn’t mind getting used to. Sensing that Naomi’s body was going into meltdown, he set a punishing rhythm, gyrating his hips as she trembled and vibrated around him, her moans firing his lust and sending his cock into orbit. With an almighty roar, he let himself go, emptying an endless stream of cum deep inside of her as pleasure gripped him, temporarily satiating his inexorable need for their lovely houseguest.
Chapter Seven
Jared stood at the edge of the pool, Trafford at his side, and gave Kent and Naomi a round of applause. Still recovering his breath, Kent turned to look at him and grinned.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.” He blew Naomi a kiss. “Morning, darling.”
“Er, hi.”
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Kent untangled her legs from around her
waist, hoisted himself out of the pool, and held a hand down to her. When she took it, he hauled her out easily, swept her from the floor and walked with her in his arms to the poolside shower. When they emerged from it a short time later, Jared held out a towel to Naomi and wrapped her in it, figuring she’d be embarrassed by her nakedness now her passion was spent, especially since Jared was dressed. She confirmed that suspicion by thanking him without looking at him, collecting up her clothes and heading for the stairs almost at a run.
“What just happened, other than the obvious?” Jared asked.
Kent shrugged as he pulled on his clothes. “I was swimming with a hard on, thinking about her and you last night. She appeared and decided to do something about it.”
“Got to hand it to her, she’s not afraid to jump in the deep end.” Jared grinned. “Literally.”
They headed for the kitchen and Jared set about making coffee. By the time Naomi reappeared, wet hair hanging loose down her back, looking self-conscious, breakfast was ready.
“Hungry?” Jared asked.
“Actually, yes.”
“Kent’s frying bacon but I guess you models are too calorie-conscious to do fry-ups.”
She shared a smile between them and her embarrassment appeared to fall away with it. “This morning I do. For some reason that escapes me, I’m ravenous.”
“Ravenous is good,” Jared told her, motioning her to a seat at the island and placing coffee and juice in front of her.
“Hmm, this is excellent,” she said a short time later, tucking into fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, embracing food that she didn’t often eat with the same enthusiasm she’d embraced other new experiences over the past few hours.
“Alice taught Kent to cook,” Jared told her. “I’m still at the boiled egg stage myself.”
“Can’t be good at everything,” she said, shrugging.
“Aw, honey, don’t imply he’s good at sex,” Kent pleaded. “We’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, his ego doesn’t need the boost.”