Our pool was connected to the house by an opening where you could swim through that led to a giant enclosure, the pool inside of it.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked her, diving in without looking back again. All I could do was hope that Aly had enough of a sense of adventure to follow me. The rest I could manage myself.
As I swam toward the other end of the pool, there was a loud splash, and in dove Aly, looking as though she were just in her bra and underwear. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm at first. It was definitely difficult to do when I had my dick half sticking out straight in front of me.
Aly swam over to me, her eyes on the glass enclosure above and around us, separating the outside snowy world from the humid temperature of the pool.
"Wow, I've never seen anything like this before," she whispered out loud, pushing her wet hair away from her face. "And look, you can see everything perfectly out here!"
It was true. From our pool enclosure we had a vast scenic look at the snowcapped mountains surrounding one side, while the thick of forest surrounded us on the two other sides. It was gorgeous, but not nearly as gorgeous as Aly swimming around practically naked in front of me.
Calming my nerves, I smiled and nodded. "Yep, you can say that again." I swam away over to the swim up bar and found the switch for Dad’s music, turning it on just barely loud enough to set the mood. It was one of my dad's favorite albums from the ‘80s, something that I hoped Aly would appreciate. "Would you like a glass of scotch?"
She thought about it for a moment and obviously deciding to cave in, laughed. "Might as well."
I poured us both a glass at the bar, swimming back around and handing it to Aly, who gently sipped at it, scrunching up her face.
"Whoa. That's a bit strong."
We both laughed together, and I quickly downed mine, not really wanting to waste any time. I had her right where I wanted her, and the things that kept rolling through my brain as I saw the water trickle down her neck and chest were things that I was desperate to do to her…
"I'm sorry if things were a little awkward, you know, back at your Mom’s house." I set my glass down on the side of the pool. "I truly had no idea, believe me."
Aly looked as though she'd rather discuss anything else other than this. "It's fine. Don't worry about it," she said stiffly, looking away.
"Aww, you don’t have to be like that. It's just us here, it's not like anyone else can hear what I'm saying anyway."
Maybe I was pushing the boundaries a little, but I closed more of the space between us, waiting for her to look at me again.
Aly's chest heaved, her perfectly round tits like little buoys in the water under her chin. The light from the pool cast a pale greenish glow on her legs, and I noticed that she was, in fact, wearing a red thong. If she looked down she'd most definitely see the way my boxer briefs were tented, my dick as swollen as her pussy was when I’d tasted her before. God, she was delicious to look at, delicious to taste…
"Am I bothering you?" I murmured, curious.
Goosebumps rose along her chest and tops of her shoulders. Under the rippling water, I could see her dark nipples standing out in protest against her thin, cream-colored bra. I was getting harder by the second, my dick throbbing almost painfully.
"No, it's not that…" She let her voice trail off, still not looking at me all the way.
"What is it, then?"
Aly sighed, letting out a humorless chuckle. "It's just this whole thing. You in the massage room, your hands on me. Then in the sauna, with your… mouth on me. And now you're here. It's like you're everywhere, even though I'm trying to—"
"Avoid me?" I guessed.
"No, I'm just… I don't know. I'm confused about how I feel about it all."
Putting my money where my mouth was was never a problem for me, so I took a few slow steps toward her, the water sloshing between us, and slid my hand down to her waist. "I don't think you're as confused about it as you think you are. Your body language is saying something quite different."
I knew if I took another step toward her she'd feel the effect she was having on me, and there'd really be no turning back. But I was going to let her take that final step, and hung back, my hand still lazily on her waist.
Her pupils seemed extra-large in the dim lighting, the thick snow clouds blocking out any usual moonlight from outside. "Sorry." She was killing me with her sultry voice, her wet hair billowing around her in the water.
"There's no need to be sorry, Aly. I'm not complaining."
Her mouth opened and closed, like she was stuck on words. Looking down at the water for a moment, her eyes fluttered, and she finally looked right back at me. "You don't think… I mean, no one would…"
My dick seriously felt like it was going stir crazy, trapped in my underwear. "No one would have to know. I'm very good at keeping secrets. Especially these kinds," I finished for her, giving her a smirk.
It was enough for her to linger closer, her eyes flashing wide as she bumped into my throbbing dick. But she didn't back away, and instead steadied herself so that she was right against me, giving me the okay.
She smelled like a faint mix of chlorine and sweet strawberries, and as she looked up at me from under her lashes, I felt my resolve crumble. I had to make her mine.
Crushing her against me, slick skin on skin, I buried my face into the crook of her neck, tasting the sensitive skin there, my tongue following the channel and dipping down softly into the hollow of her collarbone. Aly was a mix of chemical water and salt after all the skiing earlier, her sweat tasting dull on my tongue as she gasped.
But she wasn't one to stay still this time, and she tangled her hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging lightly while dragging her nails down my back with the other. The temperature of the water must have risen several degrees between us, because her skin felt like it was on fire under my fingertips.
When she brought her hands down and pressed them against my chest, I grinned, tilting her chin in my hand and trailing kisses up to the corner of her cupid's bow. Aly trembled as her hands slid lower and lower along my abs, her fingers moving so achingly slow. I hissed against her mouth as she caught my hard length between her hands, the thin fabric of my underwear not doing much to conceal it. Her hands were so fucking warm…
I tasted her deeply, my tongue sliding along hers, unable to get enough. If I didn't stop, I was going to fuck her right here in the pool, patience be damned.
Leaning back, I pulled away to get a good look at her and the way her lips were kiss-swollen, and I could’ve sworn I heard her whimper from the separation.
Before anything else happened, I wanted her to know where I stood on the matter. "I promise, Aly, I'm not the type of guy that goes around giving strangers orgasms. It was just… Well, I could tell you had a lot of tension and I wanted to help you feel better. It's part of my job, you know? You were making all that noise, I could tell you were into it already. And I didn't think I'd see you again. I didn't realize your mom was dating my dad."
She looked up at me with those warm hazel eyes searching mine.
"But now I have something I want to really finish, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you left the spa."
"What's that?" she whispered, her hands playing with the dripping strands of my hair.
"I need you in my bed. Right now."
Aly
It took us a moment to disentangle ourselves, but once we swam back to the opening of the pool entrance and shivered together as we slipped back inside the house, I couldn't take my eyes off Liam. He was like some golden god dripping wet and standing before me, fumbling with the door to his bedroom.
Was this some sort of universal good karma for putting myself through law school? Or maybe I was being rewarded over my patience with Josh, despite the fact that in the end I could no longer stand the thought of marrying him. Whatever it was, I silently said a little thank-you to the universe as Liam finally opened the door.<
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His room was a relic of a younger version of himself, but I didn't have much of a chance to get a good look and investigate, because at that moment Liam hoisted me over his shoulder, laughing as I squealed. "Shh!" he whispered, the room swimming before me as I was almost facing straight down. "You'll wake your sister."
"Ha, I doubt it," I said brazenly, very aware of how my practically bare ass was a mere inch from his face. "She sleeps like a log as it is."
"Good. I know how very ah, vocal, you can be…"
He lay me down on top of a fluffy red and gray plaid blanket, staring up at him as he hoisted his body over mine, the muscles in his arms standing out, tense. A goofy smile overtook me, and I reached up to bring his mouth down to mine, melting like butter on a hot dish when my lips crushed against his.
Kissing Liam was like waging a war with my senses—his skin on my skin, the taste of wine, scotch, and something sweeter on his breath, all mingled in with a faint scent of chlorine from the pool and whatever clean soap was left from his shower earlier. I was lost in a forest of everything Liam. Blissfully lost.
Pinning my arms over my head at the wrists, Liam gave me a wicked grin as the breath caught in my throat from surprise. I loved the way he wasn't scared to handle me—I wasn't exactly a porcelain doll. His mouth ghosted along my jawline, dipping down to the soft spot under my ear before nibbling my earlobe.
I was torn between the tickling, fluttering sensation at my ear and the throbbing of his large cock as it partly laid against my hip, telling me what was to come soon. Feeling a little naughty myself, I lifted my knee up to gently rub along his crotch, and I chewed at my lip, smiling when he sighed, pleased.
"Mm, you're so fucking gorgeous," he groaned, his mouth trailing down my damp cleavage. "Like one of those sexy pin-up models." Grabbing my full hips for emphasis, he ground his barely covered length against me and my heart stuttered.
"You think so?" I whispered, suddenly feeling more proud of my curves and round ass than ever before. If Liam Satterwhite approved, well, what more was there to say?
He stroked his nose along the edge of my soaked, transparent bra. "Definitely." The closer his hot breath got to my nipples the harder they became. It wouldn't have mattered that I'd just come from the pool—I was going to be wet no matter what at this point.
His fingers slowly slid down my bra straps one at a time, my round globes heaving as the thin, transparent fabric of my bra did nothing to hide my nipples, hard enough to cut glass.
The cool air stung, but Liam's breath sent shivers through me even more, and once he reached around and undid the bra clasp, he toyed with me by slowly peeling the bra away from my slick skin. I was almost embarrassed by how hard and fast I was breathing, and by the pool of desire that was collecting in between my thighs.
My eyes fluttered when Liam pulled the bra completely off, exposing me. The goosebumps rose across my skin and all sorts of silly noises threatened to break free from my throat when Liam bent down and lapped at one my hardened nipples, lavishing it fully.
I couldn't help but hold him close, realizing that my dream of Liam before had nothing on the real thing—nothing could beat the real pleasure that crept along all of my nerves, sending fiery jolts through my body each time his tongue flicked against me. He moved to the other breast, his hands cupping me, running thumbs along the underside of each breast. He was going to take his time with me, I just knew it.
Our eyes connected, and I felt something new rising up inside of me—the need to explore Liam, the need to reciprocate the favor he did for me only yesterday morning.
"Roll over," I whispered to him as seductively as I could muster, licking my lips.
Amused and slightly taken aback, Liam cocked his head to the side. "I know way better tricks, believe me."
"So do I."
He gave me his crooked grin and placated me by rolling over to his side, waiting. I pulled myself up until my arm was holding up my head and we were almost at eye level, sliding my hand all down his thick, roped muscles in his arms, down along his hip and thigh. I slid my hand back and squeezed his fine tight ass cheek and grinned back. Man, I was a sucker for a man with a nice butt.
Between us, his cock stirred, still stuck in his boxer briefs.
"Here, let me help you out," I murmured, my mouth parted slightly as I slipped my hand inside the wet underwear band and watched Liam's eyes quickly shut as he hissed to himself.
"Shit," he moaned as my newly warmed hand grasped him firmly around the thick base and stroked him softly upward, circling around the swollen head already moistened with excitement. I slid my thumb around in it, then pulled my thumb out and sucked it into my mouth, returning that same wicked grin from before.
Something flashed in his eyes. "If you don't suck my cock right now, I'm going to have to go straight to bending you over and fucking you silly. Your choice, Aly."
I hummed to myself, slightly impressed with my effect over Liam. Pursing my lips at him as if I were actually thinking, I pushed his hipbone hard so that he rolled all the way over on his back. "I think I'd like to have some more fun with you first."
And have fun I did. After pulling down his underwear ever so slowly, watching with pure delight as his thick, long cock sprung forward, finally free, I positioned myself over him, bending down to swirl my tongue around the rim of his head where it met the veiny shaft. The effect on Liam was instant; his hips buckled and his hands found purchase in my long hair, pulling it back for me.
"Mm, you don't taste so bad yourself," I said right before engulfing half of his entire length in my mouth. I loved the salty taste of him, the warmth, the way he shook underneath me as my tongue stroked the underside of his cock. Strings of words I didn't quite understand came out of his mouth, and Liam finally pulled me off, his face red.
"No, no. There's more time for that later. Right now I just need to fuck you," he said hoarsely, looking wild and desperate. I put that look on his face. He wants me.
He didn't waste a moment flipping me over until I was on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass up and ready. I reached between my legs, and pushing the string of my thong aside, I began rubbing furiously at my aching clit. I knew I kept saying I had never been more turned on, but it just kept happening! Each time I was with Liam was better than the last, and this time was certainly taking the cake.
Readying himself after tearing open a wrapper, I felt the swollen head of him slipping along my wet folds, pushing past them, Liam lightly slapping his length against my bare skin. I whimpered as he smacked both of my ass cheeks one at a time, hard then harder. There was certainly a pair of matching red handprints standing in red relief against the pale skin of my backside now.
Liam's fingers slid under my thong and wrenched it away until I had not a stitch of clothing left on me. I felt raw and exposed, a bundle of crazy live wires that were so close to catching on fire that I could almost see the smoke.
It was a moment I knew I'd always remember, that quiet rushing sound in my ears, the anticipation… My thighs quivering from trying to hold myself up and still, waiting. I took a breath. Then another. Then another, then—
"Ungh!" I moaned loudly, unable to help myself when Liam's thick rod slammed deep, deep inside of my pussy and shoved my whole body forward. I shuddered around him, my mouth hanging wide open. With him groaning, lost inside of my heat behind me, I bit at my lip as I got used to the incredible fullness.
He held himself there, his hands splayed on my hips, and when he slowly pulled back out, my walls caved around him, as if my pussy was begging him not to go. But he slammed in yet again, and I grunted with him, trying to circle my hips around him.
“Hold still, baby. If you keep working your ass like that, I'm not going to be able to hold it in."
Hysterical, I giggled, part of me wanting to see how much I could make him squirm, but I obeyed him and held still. Liam rewarded me by reaching forward and lightly pinching my clit. I bent my head into a nearby pillow to muffle my
shriek.
"Good girl," he said, his voice low. "You might want to keep that pillow handy."
I wanted to get smart with him, to dare him to show me what he had, but Liam played no games this time, and rocked into me and pulled out so quickly I almost didn't know what hit me. With all of his might he fucked me, harder and harder even still. It was no holds-barred, the kind of fucking that shook the bed, slid me across the top of the covers, sent tears to my eyes, felt better every single time he shoved in and then pulled back out…
I fisted the sheets, shaking hard to keep up, rocking back against him as hard as I could to match each of his thrusts, but Liam was obviously an athlete with the kind of endurance most people only dreamed of. He kept pounding my pussy faster and faster, giving my ass a good couple of smacks here and there, the noise in the room getting louder and louder…
My heart was racing, and sweat was beading at my forehead. I moaned loudly now, not giving a single damn who heard. Hell, I wanted people to hear him fuck me this good.
Tensing up even more with each moment, a deliciously twisted pleasure built up inside of me, coiling deep within my belly and stretching to expand in every which way. My face felt hot, every single nerve was on fire, and the more his balls slapped against my soft pussy, the more he plunged his thick cock inside of me, the more that my nipples scraped back and forth against the soft blanket.
It was all color and noise and rushing and oh God, oh God, the sweetest release! My inner walls clutched greedily at Liam as I arched my back and nearly bit through my lip to keep from literally screaming out in ecstasy. My whole body shook as I opened my eyes, shocked to still feel like I was falling into the deepest abyss.
Taking his cue, Liam curled his body over mine and held me firmly in place, fucking me faster and gripping me tightly. He came deep inside my pussy, his arms wrapped around me as he quietly said a string of some of the dirtiest things I'd ever heard through gritted teeth.
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