by Jacob Chance
“Put your hand on me,” he instructs me.
Closing him in my fist, I continue to bob on his cock, using my hand along with my mouth. “Oh, fuck.” His fingers grip my head tighter, urging me to move faster and I comply. The sucking and slurping sounds coming from my mouth are distracting, but his moans of pleasure drown them out. I like making him feel good.
“Amelia, I’m going to come.” I keep sliding along his hard length. He gently tugs on my hair to get my attention, but I keep him in my mouth. “Amelia,” he growls my name in warning. The taste of his come floods my mouth and I swallow it down. “Fuck,” he whispers raggedly as his chest heaves like he’s run a foot race. He lifts me from my knees into his lap and rests his forehead on my shoulder for a moment. Large hands roam soothingly over my back. “That was incredible, Amelia.” He raises his head, locking his blue eyes on my darker ones.
“Would it surprise you to know that’s the first time I’ve done that?” I question.
“You never gave your ex head?”
“Nope. Now that he turned out to be such an asshole, I’m glad I didn’t give him that part of me, too.” Jason was my first for most things and definitely not deserving of the honor.
“Where did you learn your impressive technique from?”
“Andy Dick in the movie Old School.”
Zeke barks out a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Yeah, I am, but I got you to laugh.”
“Where did you really learn how to do that?”
“Nosy aren’t you?”
“You better believe it. When it comes to you, I want to know all the dirty details.”
“I read a lot of romance novels. Some of them are pretty explicit.”
“You like porn books?”
“It’s not porn.”
“I’m not judging. I like porn too.” His black eyebrows wiggle.
I sigh loudly. “It’s not porn. It’s erotica.”
“Right. Which is a nicer word for porn.”
“Oh my God, it’s not.”
“Ha, I’m messing with you. You can call it anything you want, but don’t stop reading it. It’s definitely time put to good use.”
“I’m glad I got something out of it besides hours of enjoyment,” I quip, rolling my eyes.
“So that’s how you want to be, huh?” Zeke's hands grip under my arms.
“What are you—?” My words get cut off when I’m unceremoniously tossed through the air. A screech of surprise sneaks out of me just before I land in the water, plunging under the surface. Bubbles and froth surround me while I get my bearings and rise to the surface. There’s at least ten feet between us. I come up spitting water and slicking my hair back from my face. “Okay, Hulk. How the hell did you throw me so far?”
He rises to his feet with a smirk twisting his lips and walks down the stairs into the water. Continuing toward me, he doesn’t say a word, but noticing the hint of mischief in his eyes I think I might be in trouble. He grins as he nears. Yep, I’m definitely in trouble. Spinning around I push off the bottom and try to dive in the other direction, but his large hands catch me before I can escape. He pulls my back to his chest and one of his arms bands around my waist holding me in place. My fingers land on his strong forearm, the muscles flex under his skin as he carries me to the edge of the pool. His cock is hard again and pressing between my ass cheeks as he cages me against the side wall. Muscular arms land on either side of me and I study the masculine hands gripping the edge of the patio. Those same hands paired with his tongue sent me hurtling into the best orgasm of my life. What does he have planned for me now? I hope it involves the sea monster cushioned against my ass.
“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” His lips tease the shell of my ear. His hot whisper has me trembling and weak kneed.
“I wasn’t sure,” I answer candidly.
“What do you want to happen next?”
Peering over my shoulder I answer, “I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Do I sound unsure?”
“No, but there could be repercussions from this.”
“I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested.”
He chuckles. “That’s good to know, although not what I was talking about. And just so you know, I am, too.”
“On the pill?” I tease.
“Ha, no. I’ve also got a clean bill of health.”
“Awesome. We should celebrate.”
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
Pivoting around, I rest my palms on his stomach and slowly slide them up. I trace over the bulldog on his chest and continue on to grip his shoulders. “I think we should introduce your cock to my pussy, ASAP.” He grins. Oh, shit. I can’t believe I said that. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but it feels so natural with Zeke. He’s unleashing a new side of me and I like her. She’s bold and aggressive like I am on the football field.
“I have to agree with you.” His hands land under my ass urging my legs to wrap around him. “Hold on, baby, I want to be able to see you when I make you mine.” His words send a quiver of emotion through me. I want to be his, but I know he’s probably caught up in the heat of the moment and doesn’t really mean them.
Carrying me in his very capable arms, he climbs from the pool, the water sluicing from our skin. He sets me down on a large, round, wicker chaise. A thick mattress cushions my ass as I scoot backward and sink onto the nest of pillows lining the top. Stretching my arms over my head, I moan and luxuriate in the extravagance. Growing up in a middle class home and area, I’ve never seen anything like this in person.
Glancing up, I notice the off-white canopy curving overhead, cocooning us from the rest of the world. I might not be able to see the bright stars twinkling in the black sky, but it feels like we’re on our own private island. There’s no one to interrupt or see us - no one to remind us we’re about to break all the rules. We’re alone and we both know these stolen moments are limited.
Zeke settles between my legs and comes down on top of me. I gasp as his heavy cock presses against me. Leaning on his forearms, he skims his nose along mine. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.” His tone is a soft rumble, making my insides turn to mush.
“You didn’t make a very good first impression,” I tease.
“You weren’t attracted to me?” He seems surprised.
“I thought you were hot until you opened your mouth and ruined the fantasy.”
He grins sexily and rocks his hips. “What about now? Is the fantasy intact again?”
Raking my lip between my teeth, I nod, staring up at him. God, I could look at him for an eternity and it wouldn’t be enough. My entire body is a mass of quivering nerve endings yearning for his touch.
Lowering his head, he rubs his cheek over mine. The rasp of his thick stubble pleasantly scrapes my skin reminding me of what it felt like when his face was buried in my pussy. My inner thighs are slick with desire; if he doesn’t fuck me soon I’m going to explode.
Catching both my hands in his, he places them on either side of my head. Raising my hips, I silently signal what I want. Please.
He brushes his closed lips across my mouth in a slow, sensual sweep. “I know what you want… what you need. I want the same, but relishing the sensation of your naked body under me, it’s too amazing to rush. There’s only one first time for us, Amelia. I want it to be perfect.”
His sweet words act like a balm to my bruised heart, but I need to remind myself this is temporary. I can’t get caught up in what can never be. I’m still not fully recovered from my last relationship.
His cock slides along my slit, from my entrance up to my clit and back again.
“Please, Zeke,” I beg. “I want you.”
“Patience, baby.”
“I need you.”
“You’re not playing fair,” he growls, pressing the tip of his thick cock against my opening. My hips buck and he slides in a little more
. “Fuck, you’re already squeezing me.” Digging my heels into his ass, I drive his hips forward. He thrusts once more and we both gasp when he’s buried to the hilt. “Christ, Amelia.”
“What’s wrong?” My stomach sinks. Is he unhappy?
“Nothing. You’re flawless. Every fucking inch of you.” His words reassure me, reminding me Zeke isn’t my ex, and right here is where I want to be. I moan as he slowly moves, grinding against my clit with each long, slow stroke. His lips string kisses along the column of my neck before drifting across my collarbone.
Zeke releases his hold on my hands and grips onto my hips. Fingertips dig into my skin as he picks up the pace and the force of his movements. The muscles in his arms flex and bunch as he pulls me back on his cock with every drive forward.
Powerful and sure, he fucks my body like he owns it, and after tonight he might. There’s no awkwardness of a new lover, no tentativeness in his touch.
Our eyes lock and say all the emotional words neither of us dare to voice. My hands trace over his skin reverently as his cock drives me higher and higher until I free fall into a mind altering orgasm.
His hips jerk erratically and he groans as he comes. He sinks down on top of me, his heavy weight pressing on my chest, but I don’t complain. I wrap my arms around him and bury my nose in the curve where his shoulder meets his neck. Breathing in the combined scent of his cologne and pool water, I pray I’ll always remember and wonder if I’ll ever have the opportunity to be this close again.
After another minute passes, Zeke raises his head and smiles down at me. “That was incredible.” He caresses my face with the back of his fingers, slowly skimming the curve of my cheek. Raking his teeth over his bottom lip, he shakes his head. “This can’t be the only time I get to have you.”
I raise a brow. “Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I’m stating a fact.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep.” He slides off me and over to the side, wrapping an arm around my waist. His fingertips drag up to the middle of my back and down to tease along the crease of my ass. Cradling his head on his hand, he leans on his elbow, staring down at me. “What I should be saying is that I’ve never felt anything like being inside your pussy and I really hope you’ll allow me the pleasure of revisiting my new favorite place.” His gravelly tone combined with the sincerity in his gaze has my toes curling and the inside of my stomach flapping wildly like a bird’s wings.
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I hate to be the voice of reason, but someone has to be.
“It sounds like an exceptional idea to me.”
“I agree, but we should lay out the terms ahead of time so we know what the expectations are.”
“Like a contract?”
“Exactly.”
“Like the contract we both signed agreeing not to do what we just did.”
“Uh… yeah. That contract.”
“In case you were wondering, here’s what I think.”
“I totally was wondering that.”
He barks out a laugh. “I figured as much. We can’t undo what just happened. We’ve already committed the crime, so to speak.” He shrugs a shoulder. “I say we make the most of this weekend and then when we return to Boston, we’re back to a strictly professional relationship.”
What he’s saying does make sense. We might as well take advantage of our time away. We might never have an opportunity like this again.
“What are you thinking?” he questions.
I turn on my side facing him and swing a leg over his hip. “I think you’re right and since we’re already naked and alone…”
Chapter Nineteen
Zeke
You’d think after the fantastic time I had with Amelia I would’ve slept like a baby, but I spent most of the night tossing and turning. My thoughts were an endless stream of what ifs.
What if I can’t let her go? I know this is supposed to be sex only, but it’s not. We can pretend all we want, but it won’t change the truth.
What if I want more? I already know if things were different we’d be together. I’d make damn sure Amelia was my girl and I’d never let her go.
What if we get caught? I don’t even want to think about the possibility of this happening. If anyone finds out we’d both be fucked.
What if I talk to Mark and tell him what’s going on? Would that help, or make things worse? I’m not sure what the best option is. I’d like to be honest and confront this head on and hope for the best. Maybe Mark wouldn’t care and Amelia and I would get the all clear to be a couple.
Tipping my head from side to side, I try to ease the tension building at the base of my neck. As amazing as the sex was, it was a huge mistake and it never should have happened. But I don’t regret it for a second. In fact, I can’t wait to do it again, which is the strangest part.
I’ve always been responsible and forward thinking, but when it comes to Amelia, I’m willing to risk it all. How does that even make sense? And how have my priorities shifted after only knowing her for a month?
After lying awake for an hour straight, I finally give up and take a quick shower. Throwing on a bathing suit, a t-shirt, and some slides, I head outside. Walking to the main house, the early morning dew glistens on the thick, green grass framing both sides of the path and it’s tempting me to walk barefoot. Sun filters through the trees, shining bright beams of light in my eyes making me regret forgetting my sunglasses.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore reaches my ears, filling me with longing. I want to dive beneath the ice cold surface and enjoy the beach before it fills up with vacation goers and families.
Smiling, I change direction and follow the path leading to the beach. Large dunes line the property and keep what lies beyond hidden. Once you climb to the top the view is breathtaking. Miles of blue-green sea churns and tosses in an endless battle. The waves roll and curve over the surface and dissipate by the shoreline, only to get sucked back out and the process begins all over again. I admire the dependability of the ocean tides. Fishermen make their living by them and ancient civilizations used them to tell time. They’re one of the few constants in life. And they’ll be here long after we’re gone.
I used to be like the tide - focused and single minded. I did my job well and nothing could move me off the path I’d planned for myself. Nothing except a brown haired, chocolate eyed vixen who can throw a perfect spiral every fucking time. Conjuring up an image of her from last night, I picture her face at the exact moment I entered her. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light and her lips parted on a breathy moan. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Time for a swim.
Kicking my slides off in the sand, I tug my shirt over my head and drop it on top of them.
“Hey, Zeke. Why are you up so early?”
Peering over my shoulder, I find Amelia walking toward me wearing a pair of swim shorts and a blue tank top. “I was about to take a swim. What about you?”
“I’ve already run three miles. I was just about to rinse off in the ocean.” She swipes her forearm over her forehead and I notice her flushed cheeks.
“Do you always run in the early morning?”
“No, I fit it in whenever I can. But here, it’s gorgeous this time of day and peaceful.” She gestures down the vacant beach. “I was going to surf, but I couldn’t resist taking my run. I find it relaxing and it clears my mind.”
“And do you have a lot on your mind?” I inquire knowing damn well she does. I have the same things on my mind.
“I think you already know the answer to that question.”
“I do, indeed. And that’s why I’m down here, too.”
“You couldn’t sleep?” she intuitively prods, stepping forward.
“Not well. How did you know?”
She raises her hand and lightly traces over the dark circles under my eyes. “You look tired, but I had a similar problem.”
“Maybe the solution for both of us is to spend th
e night together. If neither of us can sleep, we can certainly find a way to pass the time.”
Amelia giggles. “You come up with some great ideas.”
“I’m going to remind you of those words when we’re back at practice and you hate me again.” Her forehead creases in a frown and I want to kick myself for bringing up anything beyond this weekend. “How about that swim?” I tip my head toward the ocean.
“You’re on.” She kicks off her sneakers and balances on each leg while pulling her socks off. Grabbing the bottom hem of her shirt, it slowly rises as she pulls, revealing golden skin. Once it’s off she drops it to the ground unheeded while I swallow over the sudden lump in my throat. Her bikini top is pink and I can see her nipples poking through the triangular shapes. Next come the shorts she wiggles over her hips, revealing the matching bottoms of her bikini. Fuck me.
Every time I see Amelia I’m overcome by her natural beauty. She doesn’t have any makeup on her face. Her hair is falling out of the elastic securing it. Sweat beads her upper lip and sand has dried on her legs from being kicked up while she was running. And none of that detracts from how goddamn flawless she is.
“Come on, chicken,” she squeals running toward the water. Her words tear me from my reflection and I burst through the sand after her. Catching up to Amelia when she’s waist deep, I approach from behind, scooping her up. My arms are around her waist pinning her back to my chest. She kicks her legs madly and screams playfully as I carry her out into deeper water. Laughing maniacally in her ear, I warn her, “Hold your breath, baby,” and then submerge us both under the icy sea.
Loosening my hold, I allow Amelia to move away, but she spins around, clinging to me. Rising to the surface, I stand in chest high water with her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. My palms cup both her ass cheeks, supporting her weight. She crashes her lips to mine; her hands move up to tug on my hair. I suck the salty remnants from her lips and tongue and rock her against my hard on. The kiss continues, growing more heated with each roll of our hips. Plastered together, the taut peaks of her tits prod my wet chest.