Over the Fence Box Set

by Carrie Aarons

  I hold his eye contact while I ease one strap of my periwinkle tank top down. I watch him track the course of the skinny strap down my arm and it gives me a buzz of power knowing how much I affect him.

  I slip the other strap down and then move to the tiny silver buttons that run all the way down the front of my shirt. My fingers tingle as I slip each button out of its loophole, with each one falling open, more of my skin is hit with the cool night air.

  Owen’s eyes have gone black by the time I shrug the top off of my body, leaving me in my white strapless bra and white jean shorts.

  Wordlessly, he pulls his navy blue T-shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. The moonlight bounces off the grooves of his muscles, highlighting just how amazing his body is.

  He stands, waiting for me to make my next move. So that’s how we were going to play. I throw him a small, flirty smile as I flick the button on my shorts. I hear his intake of breath at the tiny movement. I push the coarse material down my legs and stand up straight, a little more self-conscious than before in just my white bra and bikini-style underwear.

  Owen pushes his khaki shorts down roughly and frantically. I hold in my laugh at his haste. Someone’s in a hurry.

  As soon as he stands up, he takes one look at me, and before I can reach back slowly and unhook my bra, he whips his boxers off.

  I freeze. He’s … he’s just so beautiful. And I know that’s a weird word to use in reference to a guy, but he just is. He looks like a sculpture, his muscles mimicking carved stone. And down below … wow. He stands stiff as a board, he’s so turned on it looks painful.

  “Fuck this slow shit.” One second he stands in front of me, the next I am in his arms, being pulled off the ground. A split second later we hit the cool surface of the water, breaking through and sinking under.

  The shock of being thrown—or carried—in hits me, and I begin to struggle from Owen’s arms, which are wrapped around my half-naked body at the bottom of the deep end. Kicking off, I swim up and break the surface, sputtering.

  Owen comes up while I’m coughing the water out of my lungs. “Thank God,” I choke.

  “What?” Rivulets of water drip off his wavy strands and his chiseled arm comes up to slick them back out of his face. My core aches in awareness. Tingles snake down my spine as I remember just how completely naked he is under the water.

  “I thought you were never going to touch me. I’m not a china doll, Owen. I said don’t hurt me. That didn’t mean you can’t play with me.”

  “Well, get your sexy ass over here then.” He swims closer toward the middle of the pool, where he can stand.

  He urges me to move closer and my body moves of its own accord. All doubts and insecurities vanish the minute he pulls me into his tight, muscular form.

  “How could I not touch you? How I could not worship you? God, look at you.”

  I look down between us, trying hard to examine just what he sees in me that makes him want to declare me a goddess.

  He moves his right hand from where it has been locked around my waist and ghosts his fingertips over the tops of my breasts. Instantly, my nipples stiffen to hard peaks, something that is easily visible through the now soaking wet white piece of lace.

  I hear his sharp intake of breath. “Goddammit…”

  Owen deftly reaches behind me and I hear the snap as he unhooks my bra, sliding it off in one swift move. I watch as the wisp of white disappears into the dark water of the deep end.

  My attention is quickly pulled back to the glorious, naked man standing in front of me.

  He wrenches me harder against him, with no barrier in the way now, my breasts mashing against his chest. My nipples are so hard that the sudden contact makes them sing with pleasure. He’s only been touching me for a couple of seconds and I’m already so ready to unravel that it won’t take much more.

  Feeling his impressive arousal nakedly pressing to the front of my belly has me nervous. And when I’m nervous, sometimes I babble.

  “Isn’t water supposed to shrink these things?”

  I almost slap my hand to my forehead after hearing that come out of my mouth. So sexy of you, Minka.

  Owen chuckles, his desire not even fazed by my stupid comment. I can see the heat pouring out of his eyes. He begins to move us through the water until he backs me up against the wall. “There isn’t a moment when I’m around you that I’m not hard. That I’m not aching to be inside of you. I know I said I wouldn’t push you, but please, let me show just what this thing can do in the water.”

  I audibly gulp. I am so turned on at this moment that I would probably let him whip me or chain me up if he asked nicely. Moving my hands quietly where they are concealed in the water below us, I make contact with his cock and wrap one hand around it, stroking up lightly.

  A low growl emanates from his lips and it must have been the answer he was looking for.

  Owen plunges his head down to meet mine, latching his lips onto my own and pulling long, sultry caresses from me. As my stroking increases on his nowhere-near-shrinking anatomy, his kisses become frantic, eliciting moans and growls that work their way out of his throat.

  And then, his hands tear my own away from what they so badly want to keep doing. I frown into his mouth until he quiets me. “If you keep going, I will come way before I want this to end. You are so amazing, Minka.”

  His brilliant blue eyes connect with mine and sparkle in the moonlight.

  Then his hands are on me.

  One massages my left breast, rubbing slow circles which he makes smaller and smaller until he brushes over my nipple, only to pull back and repeat the process over again. The other slips through my lace panties, expertly locating the spot between my legs. “Oh God, yes …” I mewl and drop my head on Owen’s shoulder.

  “That’s it, baby, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

  His dirty words send a shiver through my body. Switching breasts, he kneads the right one while rubbing my clit at just the right pressure and speed. I can’t help but squirm.

  “Shit, Minka, yes. Ride my hand.”

  I’m burning up from the inside out and the cold pool water does nothing to cool my skin when the ripples hit me. Between the contrasting temperatures and Owen’s ministrations, I feel like my body is a grenade, seconds away from detonating.

  Right as I feel the white hot pleasure spike low in my core, about to send me tumbling over the edge, Owen stops.

  “Wha … what are you doing?” I’m greedy and breathless, so pissed that he has left me teetering on the cliff.

  I get my answer when Owen scoops me up, supporting my back with one hand and using his other to wrap my legs around his waist. Immediately, my body goes rigid with understanding. It’s not that I’m not ready for sex with him, but he hasn’t even asked. An alarm sounds somewhere in the back of my mind as Gregory’s eyes loom in front of my face.

  “Minka, relax. Look at me,” Owen says sharply but softly. It’s a command, but a gentle one. “I would never take something without asking. You tell me when you’re ready for that. So just … trust me?”

  My body relaxes fractionally, and he pulls me closer. I’m now all but straddling his lap in a standing position.

  He brings my arms around his neck, gently instructing me and bends his head to kiss me gently but thoroughly. His tongue sweeps over mine, coaxing soft, needy sounds from my mouth to his. Just as the last of my tensions melt away, he brings our groins together, my clit lined up on his still bulging dick.

  Pulling away from our kiss, Owen rests his forward against mine and stares deep into my eyes. In an almost imperceptible movement, he lifts me an inch, maybe two, and then brings me down just as slowly.

  The feeling it creates makes every hair on my body stand on end. I feel the tiny motion from my toes to the top of my head, both of which are now tingling with jolts of pleasure.

  He does it again, mimicking the motions of sex without being inside me. He uses his cock to massage my most sensitive p
art through my underwear, the rough lace adding to the pressure and torture.

  His hands grip my ass, digging in enough that I’m sure there will be bruises there for days. We both sigh into the other’s mouth each and every time he moves me, his eyes are like a mirror for mine. They are hooded and drunk with passion.

  But what I hope he can’t see in mine, what I hope I can conceal even while he’s unraveling my body, is the well of emotion, appreciation, and feelings for him firmly cemented in my chest. I feel my heart crack under the pressure with every move, humbled that he would wait until I said okay to sex. Cherished that he wants to find and introduce me to new experiences, both sexual and not. I am in grave danger of falling in love with him and I have to hide it as best as I can. Especially from myself.

  Owen’s breathing becomes more labored, his motions with me more jerky. I can tell he’s close and I’m not far off myself. I can feel the heat from his rigid tool grinding onto my clit and I begin to move back, squirming for that release.

  Sensing my need to come, Owen readjusts, scooping my ass up in one hand and gripping me hard by the hair, pulling my mouth to his.

  My senses go into overdrive, my brain hyperaware of Owen rubbing against me and claiming my mouth in dirty, savage kisses. I break away to scream out as my orgasm breaks over me, exploding from within and rippling through my body like the water in the pool.

  A moment or two later, Owen lets out a deep groan followed by a string of curses as he shoots hot strands of cum onto my stomach and his.

  We’re both silent for what seems like minutes. I can’t even find the energy to push away from the concrete wall he’s backed me up against, which is now cutting into my back.

  When Owen finally speaks, he can’t even form a full sentence. “You … that … Jesus.”

  I chuckle and mentally pat myself on the back for rendering him speechless.

  He swoops down to place a gentle peck on my mouth. “Let’s clean you up.”

  Moving us out into the open water of the deep end, he washes the evidence of his pleasure away from our stomachs and then proceeds to dunk me.

  Cold water hits my lungs as I am pushed under and come up sputtering. “You really know how to charm the ladies, huh Axel?” I cough.

  “Just filling my daily asshole-jock quota for the day. Wouldn’t want to give you any less ammo in your assault on my personality, you know?” He grins that devilish smile.

  “Go find my bra. Some jerk took it from me and I need it back.”

  “Lucky jerk. But, honey, you don’t need to cover any of that up.” Owen winks and dives head first down into the deep end, presumably looking for the scrap of lace laying at the bottom.

  I sigh and float onto my back, staring up at the moon in my afterglow of bliss. I never knew it could be like this.

  In the dozen or more times I’d been with Gregory, he’d never once given me an orgasm. Which could have been semi-overlooked if he’d been decent afterward. Usually, he’d carry on about how good it felt for him and then immediately get up to put his clothes back on. Then he’d either rush me out of his house or quickly exit mine.

  I have entered new and uncharted territory. Physically, things with Owen are amazing. Extraordinary. As good as they could get and more.

  But we also have a friendship, an easy banter, and an understanding of the other’s problems.

  I’ve never known what people mean when they say “the full package,” but I get it now. And it will be extremely hard to let go of when the time comes.

  And that time will come, but right now, I want to live for myself. In this moment. No regrets. No fears. No doubts.

  I hear Owen’s body break the surface of the water and am hyperaware of his proximity to me. Right before he can grab me and do God knows what, I sink under and push away from him, swimming into the shallow end and making a break for the stairs.

  I amble up onto the stone patio surrounding the pool and stand in the moonlight, facing the pool in nothing but my tiny bikini-cut panties.

  Owen remains in the shallow end, frozen in place holding my bra.

  He stares, his eyes raking over my body like laser beams, hot and greedy, pinpointing my naked breasts, stomach, and legs. I see him begin to harden again, his semi-erect cock rising above the shallow water.

  “What the fuck did I do to deserve being here with you right now?” His gaze flicks up to my eyes as if he was seriously asking me, expecting an answer. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Minka. Everything about you.”

  His words stroke my heart, causing me to go a bit weak in the knees. I don’t think before I ask.

  “Will you take me to your bed tonight?”

  He led me up the stairs, holding tight and firm to my hand as we went. When we made it to the third floor, he stood toe to toe with me. Sweeping me into a hug. He began to move slowly, like we were dancing. His fingers were like flower petals, brushing gently up and down my body.

  “We don’t have to do this if you’re not sure. You say how far and how fast.”

  I nod to his statement. It’s all I can do at the moment, I’m not sure what words might come out if I speak. I am sure about this, but I don’t want to get in my own way.

  Owen, still hugging me to his chest, backs me into his room. The moonlight streams through the big bay windows, illuminating his large body.

  Still naked, with water droplets clinging to his hair and chest, he looks like a Roman statue come to life. He takes my breath away.

  “You are so beautiful, beautiful.” He breathes quietly, giving me a look full of lust and warmth.

  One big hand frames my face, the other presses into my lower back as he takes my lips up. Taking his time, sweeping his tongue in and out of my mouth, he backs us up toward the bed and gently lays us down.

  We just kiss for a while, so much so that I am trembling from the intensity and care he is putting into this moment. This is nothing like the pool, where we’d taken each other hot and fast. Owen is seducing me now, slowly and tenderly. It feels important. Deep. The connection he is carefully building causing my heart to melt.

  Moving his thigh out from between my legs, he begins to kiss slowly down my body and I feel myself start to shake more.

  “Calm down. I’m going to make you feel good.” Owen smiles up at me and I relax a little.

  He eases my panties down, the material burning my already scorching skin, and then his tongue is there and I am shaking like my body is going through a seizure.

  He is lighting me on fire, my body feeling like it is going to combust at any minute. Owen uses his tongue and his hands, building up slowly to the very peak of my orgasm and then slowing down right before I shatter.

  “Owen …” I croak. My voice sounds so far away, like I’m not even hearing it from inside the room.

  He looks up, his eyes are like burning blue flames, just like the hottest tip of the fire. I see him reach into his suitcase at the foot of the bed; he comes up with a condom.

  Lying down next to me, I rub his chest impatiently as he rolls the rubber skin onto himself. His cock is pulsing, engorged to the point that I don’t think it will fit inside me.

  Owen positions himself on top of me, staring into my eyes.

  “I know you haven’t … in a while. This might hurt. Just talk to me, okay?”

  I nod, not even able to speak I’m so far gone at the moment.

  And then he’s pushing into me.

  He wasn’t kidding about the hurt part. I don’t remember much of the sex Gregory and I had, but I do know that Owen is way bigger than him.

  There is a pinching sensation as he slides in.

  “Okay?” He looks worried. A vein in his neck is popping out and I can tell he’s trying to keep his desire in check.

  “Yeah,” I whisper, canting my hips. I know that it will feel better once he starts to move.

  Owen strokes once, twice, slow and testing. A moan rips out of me as he pushes in to the hilt.

  “Yes …” he gro
wls in response to the noises coming from my mouth.

  I think I might explode at any moment. My body knows exactly what to do as Owen coaxes unintelligible sounds from my mouth. I’m so full of him that I’m afraid his next move will shatter me entirely.

  He takes my hands, lacing his fingers through mine and pinning them above my head.

  “I want to see you.” He shudders and I can tell that we are both so close but trying to prolong this.

  We stare into each other’s eyes as he rocks into me, the pressure oh so good when he fills me up. I let out a soft whine each time he retreats, as if my body won’t function properly without him inside me.

  I’m not sure how I got so close so fast, but before I know it, the first signs of my orgasm are sending electrical pulses through my nerve endings, pooling low in my belly and then exploding out as the full force of it overtakes me.

  I’m moaning and mewling into Owen’s chest as he barricades me to the bed, picking up speed to get himself there and keep my orgasm going. Shudders and aftershocks wrack my body and I feel myself hurtling toward the peak again as he pounds into me.

  “Shit, baby, oh my God. I’m gonna …” Owen can’t even get the last word out as he stares into my face, letting out the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard as he jerks into my body. Then he stills completely, and I can feel his release spilling out, the veins in his cock milking every last drop.

  He lowers onto me carefully, kissing my neck, my collarbone, and finally my lips.

  “You’re perfect.” He looks at me in awe and I can’t wipe the goofy grin off of my face.

  My body is in pure bliss, riding high from my orgasm. And I am happy. Really happy. I’d been brave enough to give myself to another boy, to try to erase the bad memories that this intimate act held for me.

  Owen hasn’t just erased them. He obliterated them.

  “Give me a second, I’ll be ready for round two in just a minute.” Owen breathes sarcastically, heavily rolling off of me and pulling me to him.

  My eyes widen at his dick, which is still rock hard.