Two to Tango (Erotic Romance)

by Strong, Mimi

  Charlie’s hazel eyes flashed wide open and he leapt into lifeguard mode. He reached one muscular arm around my chest and pulled me into him, back first. In a flash, I was looking up at the moon through the skylight, and Charlie’s powerful legs were kicking hard, propelling us to the edge of the pool.

  “I don’t need to be rescued.” I struggled to break free, but both of his arms were securely hooked under my armpits. “Let me go.”

  “Stay calm. I’ve got you.”

  I felt his cock against my buttock. Hard. He was getting off on rescuing me! The nerve!

  We were nearly at the pool’s edge, but I didn’t want to be restrained for one more second. I couldn’t fight my way out of his powerful arms, so I leaned my head over and bit him on the forearm. I bit him hard.

  He let out a cry of surprise and released me.

  I hadn’t expected it to work. Because I have more muscle to fat than the average girl, I immediately sunk like a stone in the water.

  Under water, I opened my eyes to figure out which way was up, but before I could surface, a pair of big hands grabbed me by the back of my bra strap and the back of my panties, and hauled me up.

  Once I got a deep breath in my lungs, I really let Charlie have it. “Excuse me, Mr. Problem Fixer, Mr. Big Hero, but I wasn’t drowning out there, and I don’t appreciate being manhandled.”

  He held his hands up. “Fine! Next time I’ll let you drown, even if it means filling out a whole bunch of paperwork for a pool incident report.”

  I wiped the water from my eyes. He was smirking. Of course he was. He raised his eyebrows and whistled, looking down at the water between us. All the wrestling and rescuing had caused my tit to pop out, and now it was floating merrily atop the water. Not my tit, exactly, but the chicken cutlet-shaped insert that filled out my bra.

  “Fuck.” I grabbed the pink-colored disc of silicon and tried to shove it back into my bra, but my fingers were trembling and I couldn’t find the opening between the two layers of fabric.

  “Don’t do that,” Charlie said. “They’re so much cuter when I can see the nipple.”

  He reached down and pinched the mound of my nipple, on the deflated side. A flash of anger mixed with lust shot through me.

  “Fuck.” I tossed the floppy thing up onto the tiled surface surrounding us, then I turned my back to Charlie and travelled along the edge toward shallower water, where my toes could touch the bottom. “Now I’m lopsided,” I grumbled.

  “Let me fix that for you.” He grabbed me again from behind and wrestled the other insert out of my bra, then tossed it up to join its partner. Spooning me from behind with his whole body, he gently cupped both of my small breasts with his hands, pinching both of my nipples between his splayed fingers.

  I groaned as he aroused both my desire and fury with each nipple pinch. My back arched, and I turned my head to meet his lips with mine. He held me tightly to him, his hard cock pressing vertically against the cleft in my buttocks. He kissed me harder and harder, until he pushed me away with a sudden splash of water. He pulled me in again just as quickly, a wave splashing up between us.

  Push, pull? What was this game?

  He reached down and adjusted the waistband of his boxer shorts, keeping them on.

  We faced each other.

  He kissed me again, his eyes closed.

  My toes lifted off the pool’s bottom, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, nothing but my our thin underwear keeping him from entering me.

  He groaned as he held my hips and turned us around together, so my back was pressed up against the pool wall.

  I glanced up at the moon again. Was this actually happening? He ground into me, pressing hard against my inner hip bone with his cock.

  He growled, “Now I’ve got you.”

  I kissed him hungrily, while at the same time I grabbed hold of his buttocks with both hands and dug my fingertips in. This made him groan, and with his mouth covering mine, the rumble of his lusty cry reverberated through my whole body.

  Whimpering now with uncontrollable desire—a wordless, forceful desire unlike any I’d known before—I yanked down his underwear and sent it floating down to his knees.

  “I’m naked,” he growled. “We need to stop, or something might slip.”

  My heart was pounding, the words on my lips, but not coming out. I want you inside me, I thought. Just yank off my panties and fuck me right here in the pool, before I come to my senses. Give me the fucking to remember fondly for the rest of my life.

  He hoisted me up and held me against the wall as he removed my soaked bra, gave me an innocent look, then licked all around one breast, then the other.

  “You have great tits,” he said. “More than a handful’s a waste on me.”

  I would have pushed him away in disgust at such a corny line, but he said it with such sincerity.

  Also, the tip of his cock was between my legs, and I was flexing my upper thighs just enough to rub it against my pussy in the most deliciously pleasing way.

  We kissed some more, Charlie alternating between sucking on my lips and on my neck.

  I continued rocking my hips, the stretchy cotton of my panties stretching and stretching, slipping over to the side, until…

  With one thrust, he was inside me. Not all the way, but enough to make me gasp.

  He took two steps back in the water, but with my legs wrapped around him, we didn’t pull apart.

  I looked deeply into his hazel eyes. My underwear had pulled to the side, allowing him to slip in.

  “Skye,” he said.

  I found myself thinking of a phrase I’d always dreamed of saying. I’d whispered it to myself on long, lonely nights, and imagined saying it to various crushes that came and went without ever knowing I liked them. Every girl has a magic phrase that pushes her over the edge.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I said.

  He bit his lower lip, his perfect teeth glistening and wet. I’d been so distracted by his gorgeous eyes and perfect triceps, I hadn’t noticed his teeth until now.

  “You have amazing teeth,” I said. My muscles pulsed around the head of his cock.

  He thrust against me, sucking in air through his teeth as he sunk an inch deeper.

  “Skye, I don’t want to do this to you.”

  I blinked at him, confused by his hesitation.

  “You don’t want to… what? Treat me like a slut? But I want you to. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I want to.” I grabbed his bare buttocks and kneaded the firm muscles, digging my fingertips in. He barely moved inside me, but I felt every tremble as an earthquake of sensation. I was on the verge of climax.

  His voice was thick and growling. “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”

  “Me, neither.”

  He looked at me like he didn’t believe me, but wanted to.

  I explained, “I’m twenty-nine and I’ve never had a serious relationship. But I’m on birth control, just in case. I guess I’m an optimist.”

  “Hey, I’m twenty-nine, too.”

  I released his gorgeous buttocks and grabbed him by the back of his head so I could kiss him. As our lips met, I wiggled my hips and slid further onto him. Excitement coursed through my veins.

  “You feel so good,” he murmured.

  As he slid inside me, the pool around us sparkled and shimmered brighter than ever.

  His hands stroked up and down my back and along the sides of my thighs. He reached up and tugged a handful of my wet hair, exposing my neck as he covered my skin in kisses.

  His cock seemed to be expanding inside me, filling me, but not moving as much as I craved.

  “You’re incredible,” he said. “I could lick salt water off your skin until I’m delirious and dehydrated.”

  “Charlie, shut up and fuck me before we both turn thirty.”

  In response, he stepped forward again, pressing my back against the pool wall firmly. Holding onto the edge with both hands for traction, he thrust up and i
nto me. His cock slid deeper, moving easily on the slippery lubrication within me. My swollen lips wrapped around his shaft, and as he thrust deeper and deeper as I clenched tightly around him.

  I held tight with my legs around his waist as he pumped me, sending circular waves of motion out across the water and up through my body.

  He slowed down, as though changing gears, and thrust steadily, moving my whole body, impaled on his incredible cock. I relaxed and let him do all the work, riding up and down as pleasure washed through my body. My ears and throat grew hot, and my feet and hands curled. I dug my fingertips into the firm muscles of his back.

  Gasping and crying out with pleasure, I rode his cock over the edge, into orgasm.

  I shook with ecstasy, then shuddered as my upper body went limp. My legs unlocked at the ankles and my thighs spread apart.

  Charlie was still going, strong and steady like a train about to pull into the station right on time. I let my eyes open and stole a look at his face as he came. He clenched his eyes shut tight, his mouth in the shape of a frown.

  I felt like I was floating up above the two of us, finished my part and just observing. I stole this moment in time and kissed him on the neck, just under his ear. I continued kissing down the side of his neck, finishing at his shoulder, which begged me to bite it.

  Something fluttered inside me, drawing up into new tension, despite just being released. Charlie groaned, his face buried in my hair at the side of my neck. His cock was thick and heavy inside me, moving jerkily now, like the pulses of a warmup stretch.

  I let out a cry of surprise, on the verge of coming again. I dug my fingertips in and bit down on his shoulder, his flesh muffling my cry as I came. He pumped into me desperately, his own liquid now lubricating our parts, sliding easily now, even under the water.

  When he’d finished moving, I released his shoulder from my mouth. I’d left two half-moons of my dental imprint.

  “Oops.” I rubbed at the teeth marks with my fingers. “Don’t worry, I didn’t draw blood. Sorry I hurt you.”

  Charlie glanced down at his shoulder, his eyelids heavy looking and half closed.

  “Didn’t feel a thing,” he said.

  “That was, um, intense.”

  He held his finger to my lips. “Shh.”

  I waited for him to say something sweet and romantic, but into our silence came the sound of someone talking. A man. Approaching the door.

  “Our saltwater pool is just one of our world-class amenities,” the man was saying.

  The door handle let out the faint metallic sound of being unlocked.

  Charlie leapt out of the water like a seal, and with one arm, he swept our pile of clothes away, to the wall next to the hinge side of the door.

  “My clothes,” I cried, feeling around with my toes, searching for my bra at the bottom of the pool.

  Charlie crouched near the edge of the pool, water dripping from his body. He looked frozen in thought. Frozen. Apparently, being naked while people from the Open House came in to take a tour of the pool was not a problem Charlie could solve.

  The man unlocked the door, but didn’t push inside yet, pausing to answer someone’s question about the original artwork in the hallway leading to the pool.

  I crossed my arms and covered my breasts as best I could. If the Level A parents had any respect for me at all, certainly it would all be gone once they walked in and saw me naked, behaving like the exact opposite of someone they wanted as a role model for their daughters.

  Hugging the wall, I lowered myself into the water. I would just hide, submerging myself. The room was dark enough.

  I lowered myself to lip-level, eyes on the door.

  A man’s arm extended into the room and dialed the pool room’s lights up to surface-of-the-sun brightness.

  Chapter 7

  Charlie

  My problem had a simple solution. Not easy. Simple.

  I crouched next to the pool, working through the scenario.

  My father would walk in, see his mistress naked in the swimming pool, and the shock would register in his eyes. He would turn to look at me with anger and bewilderment.

  “Son, what are you doing?” he’d ask. He would definitely call me Son, the way he always did when he was angry at me.

  If Skye didn’t know I was my father’s son, she was about to find out.

  I would act embarrassed and apologize for my behavior. I’d grab something to cover myself—maybe life preserver, from the nearby wall, and I’d introduce “Dad” to my new “friend,” Skye.

  He would decide that I couldn’t have known who she was, because he’d been careful in his sneaking around. He’d turn his head just enough to glance at Skye one last time. Then he’d turn away from her, his face cold, and that would be the end of them.

  My father would make a joke to the crowd of people waiting in the hallway, perhaps assuring them that contrary to what they’d seen, pool attire was mandatory at all times. He’d shoo them down the hall to view the steam room, and they’d all enjoy a good giggle.

  Problem solved.

  He’d learn his lesson to stop chasing girls around, because it made him look like an old fool.

  That scenario had only one flaw. Humiliated, and furious with me for deliberately setting this up, Skye would climb out of the pool, put on her clothes, and never speak to me again.

  She wouldn’t be wrong, either.

  I’d brought Skye down to the pool, hoping she’d get in with me. Few girls could resist that pool, paired with me having my shirt off. I knew my father’s schedule for Open House tours, and he’d arrived right on time.

  Problem solved.

  Except.

  I liked Skye.

  She wasn’t just some gold digger after our family’s money.

  She had a killer body, a sweet smile, and a velvet voice that seeped inside my body, where it tattooed her name on the surface of my heart. Skye.

  The girl clearly had some trust issues, and she’d never forgive me for what I was about to do.

  My father flicked on the lights, and suddenly I knew what to do.

  I looked over at Skye, whose blue eyes were wincing from the light. Hurriedly, I whisper-shouted to her, “Dive down for one minute. I’ll get rid of them.”

  I took two steps away from the pool, cupped my hands over my crotch, and loudly announced, “Well, this is embarrassing.”

  My father opened the door, and stopped talking mid-word.

  “Hello, sir,” I said. “Someone dropped a handful of pennies in the pool, and I was clearing them out so everything would be in tip-top shape for the Open House.”

  The ladies standing near him elbowed each other to get a better look at me, jostling him against the door.

  “I got the pennies,” I said. “Just in time. I thought I had another ten minutes to clear out, but you must be running ahead of schedule.”

  One of the ladies pushed past the others, nearly stepping into the pool room, but my father caught her with an outstretched arm. “Are you a swimming instructor?” she asked me.

  The rest of the ladies, and one man, chimed in with a dozen more questions, about club amenities that I might be involved with.

  Keeping my hands in place, I shrugged and said, “I’m just a maintenance worker.”

  “That’s right,” my father snapped. “He’s just a guy who keeps things running behind the scenes. Now, if you’ll proceed down the hallway, we’ll come back to the pool in a few minutes.”

  He shot me a malevolent look that gave me goosebumps all over. I held his gaze with my own stare, resisting the urge to check on Skye and draw his attention to her.

  “Yes, sir. A few minutes, and I’ll be cleared right out.”

  Why wasn’t he going? He kept standing there. If he turned and looked more closely at the pool, which was brightly lit from above and below, he’d see Skye, or at least the top of her head, under the water.

  A bubble popped, and then another. The sound was clear and unmistakea
ble. She must have exhaled. More bubbles burst.

  Slowly, my father tore his eyes off me and began to push the door further open.

  I flung my hands up, away from my crotch. Now Major Tom and the ground control duo were happily flashing the crowd.

  Now what?

  Waving one hand in the air like an idiot with no self awareness, I yelled, “Seeya later, folks! Thanks for—“

  I didn’t have to finish the sentence, because the door was already slammed shut.

  Skye surfaced, sputtering water and taking a big gasp of air.

  I knelt next to her and helped her up and out of the pool. She wore nothing but a pair of panties, the sight and touch of her athletic body awakening me again.

  “My fucking bra,” she muttered.

  “I’ll get it.” I grabbed the pool cleaner net from the wall and retrieved the black garment.

  By the time I turned around, she already had the red dress pulled on and was wrestling her way into the matching jacket, her dress only half zipped. Her brown hair dripped with pool water, darkening the red fabric.

  She snatched the wet bra from my hand and tucked it into a pocket, avoiding meeting my eyes.

  “I could have gotten you a towel,” I said.

  She shook her head, drips of water still running down her face. The last remnants of her makeup streaked her flushed cheeks. I’d never seen anyone as lovely as Skye, soaking wet, trying to get her foot into a shoe.

  “No, thank you,” she said coolly. “I can take care of myself, just fine.”

  “You’re not running out on me, are you?”

  Still avoiding my eyes, she said, “I shouldn’t have come here tonight. I don’t belong here, with all these rich assholes.”

  “Not all of them are assholes.”

  She got one shoe on, and finally looked over at me, her pale blue eyes full of sadness.

  “I’m not the kind of person you were with tonight,” she said. “This is not how things are done, and not how I live.” She held one hand over her chest. “Me…”

  “Skye, I don’t care about the past.”