I strutted forward and unbuttoned the next button. My partly opened shirt exposed a yellow bikini top and the swell of my breasts. Devon shuffled on the couch and twisted a smile at me as I pranced towards him again, pushing myself between his legs and lowering the shirt over my shoulders, before turning away and casting a steamy gaze his way over my smooth shoulder. I pulled away from him and lowered the shirt around my waist, rolling my hips with the music, and spinning back towards him as I shimmied out of the shirt and tossed it over his face.
Devon pulled the shirt over the front of his face, revealing tousled hair and a stunned smile.
I glided my fingers over the sides of my body, to my neck and collarbone, and then untied my top, bunching my shoulders as I pulled the straps down, still holding the loose top against my breasts with my hand. I turned my body away and glanced at Devon from over my bare shoulder while biting my finger with a playful grin. Devon’s eyes burned a path over my body to my mouth. He fidgeted on the couch as I approached him and flung my top at him, covering my breasts with crossed arms. I spun away from him before frisking towards him and massaging them in front of him, catching my nipples between my fingers. I parted my lips and closed my eyes as I moaned at him in delight.
Devon took a deep breath and fidgeted to contain his large bulge. I opened my eyes and smiled, swaying my hips and shaking my behind. Devon groaned and sprawled his hand over his thigh.
My mouth opened as I massaged and kneaded my breasts in front of him. My tongue traced my full upper lip while I teased him. When Devon reached for me, I backed away, leaving him to squirm in agony on the couch. My hand found its way to my inner thigh, where I slipped my fingers under my bikini bottom.
Devon’s forehead creased and his mouth twisted. I massaged myself and cooed in front of Devon, and his eyes seared over my body like a hot iron. Devon’s erection strained against his jeans, and he bit his knuckles as I continued to torment him.
“Erin, if you don’t stop, I might explode over here.” He groaned.
I moaned and spun around, showing off my behind before moving towards him, sucking on my finger that was inside of me. “Do you want your dessert now?”
“Oh, God, yes. Yes, please.”
“Say you love me.”
“I love you. God, I fucking love you.”
I giggled, and Devon stood, his erection strained against his jeans. He adjusted himself, and stalked next to me as his eyes burned over my face, over my lips, and to my eyes. His eyes were aglow with lust. “You’re so bad!” he huffed.
“Just another reason you want me,” I teased.
“Goddamn right,” he growled. Devon reached for my breasts and I pushed his hands away. “Take off your shirt,” I purred.
“Anything you say,” he said, panting for me now.
My eyes widened with delight as I visually consumed his long, lean body. I placed my hands over his chest while my hips rocked to the music. I sighed, melting into the muscular contours of his chest. “God, you feel so good,” I cooed.
“I want to touch you now,” he grumbled.
“No!” I teased him.
I pushed him back onto the couch and slowly walked towards him, straddling his leg and caressing his chest and shoulders. I unbuttoned his pants while I traced my upper lip with my tongue, swaying my hips back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Devon breathed me in and sighed in relief from the alleviated pressure of his increasing bulge. He reached into his jeans and fished out a condom from his front pocket.
“Presumptuous,” I teased him.
“More like hope. Hope beyond hope in your case,” he grumbled.
Devon stood, stooped over and lifted me up. I yelped as Devon flung me over his brawny shoulder and carried me into my bedroom.
I was still amazed at the effect that I had on Devon, feeling sexier and more alive than ever. Devon threw me on the bed and pushed his hands all over me. “Is this any way to treat your goddess?” I gasped.
“God, you know how to drive me crazy. You are a goddess to me. Now I’m going to go crazy on you with worship.” Devon devoured my mouth like a man possessed. He cupped my breast while invading me with his mouth. His hand moved to my hip, feeling the curves of my flesh before he slipped his finger under my bikini bottom. “My turn,” he growled.
I moaned and twisted my body on the bed while Devon devoured me like a hungry animal. I whimpered as he traced my swollen sensitive nipples with his long, strong fingers. He continued circling around my clit with his finger and I gasped at the erotic sensations rushing over me. He pulled his finger out of me and smeared my saturation over my hard nipple and areola, and then licked it off, nibbling my nipple with his teeth.
“Oh, oh. Please Devon, what are you waiting for? I need you, please!”
“Revenge,” he rumbled as he sucked on my hard nipple, grazing it with his teeth. I bucked my hips as Devon tortured me. “Please, Devon,” I cried.
“Like this, baby?” His fingers returned to massaging my tender hot flesh.
“Yes, more!”
“Say you love me first,” Devon growled.
“Devon! Stop it!” I whimpered.
“Stop?” he teased.
“No, God, please.” I twisted my hips in heated agony.
Devon trailed kisses between my breasts, down the indent in the center of my chest, and trailed his tongue down my stomach, kissing and laving my lower hips, and marauding his tongue around my aching center. “Say it, baby.”
I mewed and clawed at the sheets, begging for release. Devon’s deep voice reverberated through my center, increasing the inexorable ache in my body. Devon lapped at my arousal. “I will make you come for each time you say it.”
“I love you!” I cried.
Devon continued to consume me like a man possessed, flicking his tongue over my swollen clit, his eyes wild with passion and savage hunger. “You look so beautiful like this. Say it again!”
“I love you!” I begged now.
“That’s my girl.” The heat and deep vibrations of his voice caused me to writhe in agony before a wave of fire bucked my hips, leaving my breath hitched while I moaned on the brink of climax. I cried out as a wave of climaxes ripped through me. Devon lapped me up with eager thrusts of his tongue and crawled next to me.
I looked into Devon’s green eyes, aglow with passion and satisfaction. I smiled at him and Devon kissed my forehead still glistening with sweat. His erection jutted against my begging channel.
“You owe me one more,” he said with a raspy voice.
“I think that was already more than one. For the record, I do love you. Now will you please…?”
“Say no more, my goddess.” Devon grabbed the condom he had tossed on the end table, ripped it open and rolled it over his throbbing member. Angling his long body over me, he pushed his throbbing erection into my needy, wet channel. I moaned as heat spread like liquid fire over my body. Wrapping my body around him, Devon pushed deeper into me as I took all of him.
Devon ravaged me with wild need as our bodies melded together in sweat and hot desire. I cried out as Devon claimed me, his strokes deeper and faster. My entire body was on fire now, and I cried out as Devon bellowed and drove into me even deeper. I took all of him with hot punishing bliss, driving me between agony and ecstasy until my body clenched and contracted around him. Devon exploded into me, his body seizing in orgasm and suspended climax, jetting his viscous essence into my womb in waves of pleasure. My nails bit into his back as my body caught fire and exploded in a surge of ecstasy.
Devon collapsed around me and rolled onto his back, his chest heaving in blissful contentment.
Chapter Twelve
~Devon~
Devon and Erin had completed their CPR and other required certificates by the spring. They both had already been working out and swimming laps together and passed the physical fitness and swimming prerequisites with ease. They submitted their applications in April, took a rescue skills test in May, and were ready to
start their summer jobs on Memorial Day weekend when the summer season officially started. The job paid almost sixteen dollars an hour, almost twice as much as other entry level jobs in the area.
Devon celebrated by taking Erin out to Sachen’s, one of the best restaurants in the city. Both Erin and Devon had been placed on a waiting list for Columbia University. “Waiting lists typically mean rejection at a college like Columbia,” Erin said. “Should we take a year off and apply to more colleges, or accept the ones we got into?”
“Let’s just make sure we enjoy this summer together first,” he told her. “Someone told me not to try to do so much, but enjoy my life now too.” He narrowed his eyes as a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“I fully intend to enjoy this summer…with you,” she said with a sensual smile. “But these colleges with a waiting list may not let us know if we are accepted until July or even August.”
“Then we’ll wait,” he said. “Or take a year off. We’ll stay together either way.”
Devon was already assigned to watch the beach on his first day under the guidance of one of the supervisors. He had grown another inch and stood at six feet two inches. His powerful lean body stalking the beach was a visual treat for the young ladies arriving at the lake to sunbathe. Crystal Lake was open for the summer season.
Erin was in the office taking an inventory of supplies, first aid equipment, and organizing paperwork and daily logs.
The most excitement that occurred on the first day was a dog pooping on the beach and running off. Devon grabbed a poop bag and cleaned it up.
“I guess you were right about having to clean up dog poop.” Erin grinned.
“You’ll get your turn.” He returned her teasing grin. Summer was working out just the way he had wanted.
On the second day of working the beach, the weather warmed with the temperatures reaching the high eighties. Crystal Lake had a small lagoon separated from the larger three hundred acre area. Stronger swimmers would venture out into the larger lake area. On more crowded days, a lifeguard would row out into the deeper water for routine patrols to check on adventurous swimmers.
Only a few swimmers ventured out into the deeper water today. Devon was still sweeping the beach, picking up cigarette butts, and occasionally scooping dog poop, to Erin’s delight. When he glanced to see whether she was looking, she would stick out her tongue at him and crinkle her nose.
Devon would be allowed to patrol the beach from the chair in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, he stood ashore and cleaned up. Towards the end of the second day, a group of teenagers carrying bottles of alcohol and smoking a joint lumbered across the beach. Each of them had black dyed hair and pale skin except for one kid with lighter hair, a crew cut, and a leather jacket with cut-off sleeves. He appeared to be the leader of the pack. He smoked a cigarette and flicked it onto the beach.
Devon shook his head as Erin smiled at him. Devon approached the kid with the crew cut. “Good afternoon.”
The kid jerked his chin at him, propping his hand on his belt loop and signaling for the bottle of whiskey with his hand.
“There’s no drinking allowed in the park,” Devon said with a mild, deep tone.
“It’s after hours—the park is closed.” The kid took the bottle and took a swig of whiskey, handing it back to his friends.
“The park is open until eleven p.m., and when it’s closed, it just means no one is allowed in at all,” Devon explained to him.
“I suppose you’re going to tell us that we can’t smoke pot either.” The kid squinted at Devon.
“Actually that’s legal, if you’re twenty one, and you don’t look twenty one.” The state had passed a law permitting recreational use of marijuana at the beginning of the year.
The kid clicked his fingers and one of them with painted black hair handed him a half-lit cigarette. He inhaled and flicked the butt onto the ground, blowing smoke in Devon’s face.
“Pick the cigarette up, and gather up your stuff and get out of here.” Devon’s steely stare backed up his words.
“What’a’ gonna do, call the cops?” The kid looked over at his friends and snickered, and turned his attention back to Devon.
“We don’t need to call the cops. I’m telling you to get your stuff and get out of here. Problem solved.”
“Fuck off, dude,” the kid sneered.
Devon waited for him to get his stuff and go.
The kid looked up at Devon again. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
“Kick his ass, Jake,” one of the other kids barked.
“Get your stuff and get out of here,” Devon said with an icy tone.
The kid looked around and took a step towards his friends, and then rotated around and threw a punch at Devon. Devon caught his arm and pressed him onto the ground. The kid was no match for Devon’s power. “Pick up the cigarette, get your stuff and get out of here. I’m not going to tell you again.” The kid slumped over and picked his lit cigarette off the ground, and mumbled a few profanities before slouching off with his friends. He became louder and more vulgar with each step away from Devon.
“Nice underwear,” Erin said as she slunk up next to Devon.
The kid’s pants hung down, showcasing the crease of his behind with a full view of his red patterned underwear. Devon exhaled a laugh.
“It might be a long summer.” He smiled.
“I hope so.” She grinned up at him.
~~~
The next day was cloudy and cooler, so they would have plenty of time to get their workout in and even review and compare their college response lists. Devon had brought in some catalogs from various schools to remind them of the strong business and visual arts programs to compare. They decided to fill out a few more applications and send them in during the summer break.
A few weeks later, Devon returned from swimming his required twenty-five laps early in the morning, and came into the office. Erin smiled at him and handed him a stack of letters from the University of Wisconsin, the University of Iowa, Arizona State, and the University of Oregon. “All schools we both applied at.” She smiled.
“But there is one more for you.” Erin handed him a large envelope. Devon scanned over the return address, and his mouth fell open. He flipped the envelope over, glanced at Erin, and took a double take at the sender:
Stanford Football
Stanford University
“You didn’t apply here.” Devon raised his hand to his mouth.
“Neither did you.” She lifted her brows and smiled.
“What are we going to do?” He stared at the envelope.
She bit her lip. “Open it.”
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