Over the Fence Box Set

by Carrie Aarons

  She squirms on the bed, not even able to talk, just telling me with her body what she wants. Frantically, I pull her tiny bottoms off, revealing her bare, wet pussy.

  My dick twitches hard. This isn’t going to last long.

  I dive down onto the bed and between her luscious, tan thighs. I can see her arousal, slick and dripping from her slit. I could die like this and have no regrets.

  Minka makes a long, satisfied moan and I think I might faint I’m so close to exploding. Trying to keep my release at bay, I suck and nip at her clit, her scent driving me nuts all the while.

  I have to dig my fingers into her thighs to keep her from squirming.

  “Owen, I need you. Now.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I whip my shirt off and fumble to kick my shoes and shorts off, followed by my boxers.

  I wince when my dick hits the air. It’s so hot and heavy that the cool breeze coming in through the windows stings my flesh.

  “Condoms?” I can barely speak I am so ready to be buried inside her. Shit, I can’t believe I forgot them.

  Minka smirks through her hazy eyes and opens her bedside drawer, throwing the small box at me. “At least one of us is prepared, Axel.”

  I tear at the box, not caring where the extra condoms fly as I grab one and rip at the foil. Rolling the little rubber circle onto my dick, I scoot her over to the other side of the bed and lie flat on my back.

  “Get on top of me.”

  Her eyes widen, not expecting my request. I know she’s never done it this way and I can’t wait to teach my girl just how much better sex can get.

  Hesitantly, she straddles me, lifting her hips up until the head of my cock is just poking at her wet entrance.

  “Wait.” I reach up, dragging the gauzy film of a dress off and out of the way. Then I reach behind her, untying the little bikini top until the triangles gap at her breasts. I pull that over her head and marvel when her amazing rack springs free. I drag one finger over her taut nipple.

  She gives a whimper and I gently position her so that my cock nudges at her swollen lips. Placing her hands on my chest, she slowly lowers herself onto me.

  I hold my breath and probably pop a few blood vessels in various parts of my body, trying not to come. As she slides down on me, her tight pussy grips me like a fist.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, babe.” The room is too hot, I can already feel sweat sprouting onto my forehead while trying to keep my orgasm at bay.

  Minka’s moans are coming out harsh and lilted now and when she sinks all the way down onto me, she lets out a whoosh of breath.

  “I’m so … full this way. I don’t think I can take it.” She looks drunk with arousal, her fingers digging into my chest as she rocks to feel the motion of me inside her.

  “Shit!” Even that small movement almost sends me shooting my load up into her.

  “I’m so close Owen. Tell me what to do.” She nearly cries as she says it.

  Gripping her hips tighter, I forcefully drag her up, and then slam her back down onto me. I can feel the semen leaking from my head. I can’t go much longer.

  “Was that okay?”

  She nods imperceptibly, her dilated eyes telling me that she needs the release as much as I do.

  “I’m so close too, baby. Move for me. For us.”

  And she does. With me gripping her hips and her fingernails digging into my skin, we move together. Pumping and retreating, gasping and moaning.

  I’m impaling her from below, each time she sits back down on me, she takes me all the way to the balls.

  “Yes, oh God, Owen …” I know she’s about to reach her orgasm.

  “Come for me. You’re mine. Let me hear you.”

  I see the shudder that starts from the tips of her ears and snakes down her body, her gorgeous curves rolling with it. When it hits her core, she stops moving, her eyes locking intensely on mine for a split second.

  And then she’s throwing her head back, her guttural moans shooting a beam of lust straight to my balls. Watching her face, completely relaxed with pure bliss, makes me go off like a trigger.

  I jut and buck my hips up into her tight heat in a frenzied fashion, just trying to bury myself as deep inside of her as I can get. She leans over, completely sated. When her tight buds brand the flesh of my chest with their heat, I go off like a cannon.

  A harsh shout works its way through me and I can feel the pure fucking liquid pleasure work its way out of my dick. I pump my hips until I’m too tired to ride it out any longer, and even then I want to do it all over again.

  Minka lies on my chest, both of us a little sweaty and a lot exhausted. I know she has to be bone-tired; it’s the first time she’s ever done that and damn she rode the shit out of me.

  I know I should pull out, tuck her into my chest and let her nap for a little, but I am too selfish. Even after I’ve fucked her like the world is ending, I can feel the little bastard harden inside her tight, wet, perfect pussy.

  I run my hand over her hair, trailing more than a few curls that have fallen out of her bun. I trace the velvety curves of her back until I hear her breathing even out, and I know she is probably close to sleep.

  “We should, mmm get … uh.” Her grumbling is adorable and satisfying. I’ve fucked the smart-ass remarks right out of her.

  Fuck, now I was thinking about fucking her mouth and I really need to calm down.

  “We should put clothes on before the chief gets home.”

  That has me moving. I shoot up, whipping off my condom and trying to find a tissue to hide it in my pocket. I yank my boxers off the floor, putting one leg through and almost face-planting in my haste to pull them up my body.

  Minka giggles, lying gloriously naked in the middle of her bed. “Are you that scared of him?”

  “Babe, have you seen that guy? He would rip my nutsack off if he knew I was having sex with his daughter.”

  Her dad really is scary. Scarier than my dad, which is saying something.

  Getting up lazily, she begins to cross the room and pulls an outfit out of her dresser. I can’t help but stare as she bends over to put the blue lacy underwear on.

  Focus, Axel.

  I pull the rest of my clothes on and then cross the room to wrap my arms around a fully clothed Minka. I pull her close, inhaling the smell of sex on her.

  “Say you’ll come over tomorrow night.” I plant a kiss on her lips.

  “Okay. I’ll come.”

  I’ve never brought a girl home before. With Allison, I always went to her house. And I secretly knew my mom would never approve.

  Now? I was so goddamned happy I waited.

  22

  Minka

  Owen insisted on picking me up, so here I am, in his passenger seat rubbing my sweaty hands down the black lace skirt I bought specifically for tonight’s dinner.

  I’ve been fidgeting the whole car ride, something I think Owen notices after the sixth or so pass down my skirt, because he reaches across the console and tugs my hand into his lap.

  “Will you calm down? They are going to love you.”

  His smile does nothing to calm my nerves. I am naturally jumpy around him, now adding his family and the pressure of that into the mix? I am bound to become catatonic by the end of the night.

  Not to mention that I am now his girlfriend. And he is my boyfriend. For someone who has never had an official boyfriend, I am unusually calm. Not that I had ever anticipated this was where we would end up. But when Owen asked me to be his, it just felt natural. I’ve never felt this sort of rightness that has settled into my soul in the last twenty-four hours.

  After we had that round of mind blowing, world-shattering sex in my bed, in my bed (I’ll never be able to sleep the same in it again), he cuddled up with me on the couch and watched episodes of House Hunters while we ate ice cream. The whole thing was so domestic that I felt my inner future-housewife heart melting at the cuteness.

  I have never been this person. I usually atta
cked any man who came within twenty feet of me. I would shield myself with my bitch armor. But Owen has broken through and peeled away the pieces, worming his way into my heart and staking residency.

  And surprisingly, I don’t want to dig him out. Ever.

  I paired the mid-length black lace skirt with a fancier white T-shirt blouse, pearl studs, and sparkly gold flats. I took the time to smooth out my curls with the straightener I own and took extra care with my makeup, lengthening my eyelashes and making sure my lips are a pretty shade of maroon. The color matches my skin well.

  We drive up to a set of large wrought iron gates and Owen stops the car to punch in a code on the keypad. They swing open slowly and he drives his truck through. The driveway winds up and up, until we coast onto a plateau and the house comes into view.

  “Wow.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but the Axel’s house … damn. I’ve seen some great houses, what with the millionaire kids I go to school with. But this is something altogether beyond those.

  You would have to call Owen’s house a compound, there is no other word to describe it.

  Just from the driveway alone, I can see the ginormous main house, with its Tuscan feel and sloping roofs covering beautiful wrought iron balconies. Next to that, on the sloping lawn, I see a tennis court to the left, flanked by what I could only guess is a state-of-the-art pitching and batting cage.

  On the other side of the house, connected by what looks like a hallway, is a five-car garage.

  “It’s obnoxious, right?” Owen sighs.

  “Actually, I think the design is beautiful.” His eyes crinkle happily at my assessment.

  It’s then that I realize he might be just as nervous as I am. “I’m really happy to be here with you.” I squeeze his hand and see his tense shoulders relax.

  The truck circles the drive and then stops, my door parallel to the giant wooden double doors. I stare at them, a bit frightened to move but a bit aware that I’d look weird if I stayed strapped into the truck. I feel Owen squeeze my hand one last time. “Now or never, babe.” He smiles at me.

  This is a huge step, but I am ready.

  I unbuckle my seat belt as he swings his own door open, running around to my side to help me out of the high truck. He’s probably hoping I’ll flash him or something.

  Not that I don’t want to shed my clothes with him right now. He looks so sexy tonight.

  His shimmering brown locks are slicked back in that way that makes him look like a European model, his face tan from all the time he’s been spending outside lately.

  Blue khaki slacks stretch around his muscular thighs, and perfect ass and he’s tucked an off-white Polo golf shirt into them. Owen completed his outfit with those preppy summer loafers all the guys around here wear.

  He looks good enough to eat.

  Taking my hand securely in his, he laces our fingers until my palm molds into his big, callused hand. I take a deep breath, preparing for what, I don’t know.

  He leads us up the steps, winks once, and pushes open the beautifully crafted front door.

  I step into the biggest foyer I’ve ever seen. And it’s decked out in all marble.

  I’m rendered speechless for a second. After seeing Owen’s beach house, I shouldn’t be that surprised, but his real home is a work of art. Seriously, this is like a museum.

  The ceilings slopes and dips so that the entire open-concept first floor just feels larger than life. The color scheme is much like the beach house, neutral and chic, but this is obviously a classier design. Mirror surfaces reflect the perfect light fixtures strung about, fresh flowers sit in extremely expensive-looking vases and everything about his home screams class and money.

  I have never felt more out of sorts in my life.

  My nose is hit with a spicy, delicious smell and Owen tugs me wordlessly toward what I can only assume is the kitchen as the smell grows stronger. He shrugs and laughs quietly, seeing the look of shock on my face.

  I smack his shoulder. “I mean, I knew you were rich, but really?”

  “I told you before, my parents are rich,” he whispers, swatting my butt since I stopped walking.

  Cresting the small set of steps in front of us, we end up in the kitchen, which is, of course, fit for a restaurant staff of twenty.

  At the stove stands the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And I don’t mean that she is probably the most gorgeous I have ever seen, she actually is.

  “Caro! Oh my gosh, I am so excited that you are both here! You must be Minka!”

  This woman, who I can only assume is Owen’s mother, although I don’t know how since she looks more youthful than me, bounds over gracefully. She wraps her arms around me and I’m overwhelmed by the unexpected hug. But it’s oddly nice, being in a mother’s embrace, even if it’s not my own.

  She holds me back at arm’s length. “Caro, you didn’t tell me how beautiful she is. You’re a very lucky man to have this stunning girl willing to put up with you.”

  I laugh at her chiding of Owen. “Yeah … Caro, is it? Not singing my praises, huh?”

  His mother’s eyes twinkle. “And she’s funny too. Caro means my dear. Portuguese is my first language.”

  Owen gives a half-hearted sigh, faking his annoyance. “Minka, this is my mother, Raquel. And yes, Mama, she is very beautiful. But her smart mouth gets the best of her at times.” He winks at me, a wolfish grin on his face. My stomach flutters and it’s totally not nerves from this dinner any longer.

  “Carl!” she yells, turning away to pop something in the oven. Is it bad that I’m surprised she is cooking? If I lived in a house like this, I wouldn’t even bathe myself. I’d hire someone to do it.

  “What’s for dinner, Mama?” Owen wanders over, popping something that looks like a pastry in his mouth.

  “Hey!” She swats at him. “No dessert before dinner. We’re having moqueca.”

  “Yes!” I glance at Owen, a question in my eye. “Fish stew, it’s kind of like Brazilian jambalaya. But with coconut milk and spices. You’ll love it, Mom’s recipe is bangin’.”

  Movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I turn around. My breath catches in my throat.

  Standing in front of me is an older version of Owen. Damn. Owen is going to be just as sexy when he is older.

  “Minka, this is my dad, Carl.” Owen cuts the tension.

  “Hi.” It’s all I can say. Owen’s dad is seriously hot.

  “Nice to meet you. Finally nice to see how Owen’s been spending all of his time …”

  “Dad.” Owen snaps, raring for a fight. I see their talk hasn’t quite set in yet.

  “Don’t worry, son, just expressing my appreciation that this young lady has been keeping you out of trouble this summer.” He directs at me, “His baseball has really improved since you came along.” He winks at me.

  Owen shakes his head, but at least he’s smiling.

  I have never been in the presence of three more good-looking people in my life. No amount of new clothes has prepared me for this. I don’t fit into Owen’s life. If I hadn’t felt it before, I certainly do now. It’s like a mortal standing next to Zeus and his family.

  “Sit, sit, let’s eat in the kitchen. We don’t have to be so fancy, I want to get to know you, Minka.”

  Raquel ushers us all away from the large kitchen area and over to the breakfast nook. Which is ten times fancier than any room in my house.

  Taking a seat next to Owen and across from Carl, I place my sweaty hands in my lap. I’ve never had a boyfriend, much less met his parents. Or went over anyone’s house for dinner except my friends.

  “So, Minka, senior year, right? Big times ahead! What do you think you want to do after high school?” Raquel studies me warmly, waiting for my answer. She’s so nice. I’ve always assumed beautiful people have ice where their hearts are supposed to be. Or maybe that’s only Allison Renner and her band of groupies.

  “Yep. I plan to go to college. I want to become a nurse.”
Owen squeezes my hand under the table, filling me with a bit more courage.

  “That’s wonderful! I always thought medicine would be such an interesting profession. Me, I was only able to become a dumb model.” She flicks her beautiful mane of hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes and smiling at her own self-deprecating joke. I’d become a model too if I look like that.

  “Mom, don’t put yourself down like that. You were one of the best in the world.”

  “Ah yes, Caro, but I only mean that what Minka wants to do is admirable. Only the best people in life sacrifice their time and energy to help others.”

  She smiles at me knowingly and I can’t help the wave of happiness that floods my chest. His mother has only known me a few minutes and yet it feels like we’ve been here for hours. She knows how to make someone feel welcome and appreciated. I think I fell in love with her at that moment.

  Raquel gets up to take the food out and serve it into bowls and a semi-awkward silence settles over the table. Now I see why Carl is with Raquel. She lights up the room, can hold any conversation and make anyone feel welcome. She’s his Owen.

  “So … uh, Minka, where do you think you’ll look for school?”

  I feel my cheeks pink at Carl’s question.

  “Well …” I cough, unable to hide the coming embarrassment. “I actually have loved Grover since I took a tour there last summer. And the five-year nursing program is amazing.”

  Owen’s head snaps around to look at me, a bright smile on his face. He looks like he wants to hug me and tease me all at the same time.

  “Really?” Carl says at the exact same time Raquel yells over, “How wonderful!”

  “We do have a great biology program … and several other stellar selling points …” That wolfish smile is back on Owen’s face.

  My face turns beet red.

  “Oh, lay off the poor girl, Caro. You’re embarrassing her.” Raquel swats at his head as she sets the last bowl down in front of her husband and slides into her seat.

  The meal looks delicious. Besides the fish stew, she’s prepared a summer salad and these bread and cheese balls Owen called Pão de queijo. And then proceeded to stuff five in his mouth.