Dirty Little Secret

Samson drops down beside me, stretching his arms out wide against the edge of the hot tub. “Agreed.” His fingertips dance over my shoulder, causing me to shiver as gooseflesh erupts all over my skin.

His touch has always had this kind of effect on me—platonic or not—but there’s something about knowing I can touch him back now that makes even the slightest brush of his skin against mine so much better.

“This is nice,” I say after a while.

“What is?”

“Us, together.” I tip my head toward him, licking my lips when he looks down at me. “Alone.”

“It is,” Samson agrees, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tugging me even closer.

“You know,” I drawl out the word as I twist myself to straddle his thighs, his semi-hard dick bobbing in the water between us. “Now that we’re warm, we should finish what we started in the creek.”

Samson moves his hands from my hips, over the dips in my waist, all the way up to my breasts, where he cups and kneads the sensitive flesh. “Should we?” he asks, his tone pure sin.

“Please.” I punctuate my request with a roll of my hips that has us both groaning.

“Didn’t I tell you; you never have to beg with me? You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you. You want me to lick your pussy until your legs are shaking, I’ll do it with a smile on my face. You want to snuggle and watch a movie? I’ll do that too, Luna. I’ll do anything for you.” He grips my chin and holds my gaze to his. “There’s a catch though.”

“What’s that?” I grind down on him again, his cock now fully hard between us.

“You have to tell me what you want.”

I raise up onto my knees, bracing myself with one hand on his chest while I snake the other between us. “Or I could show you.” I grab his dick and line it up so I can rub myself against him.

“Fuck me,” he rumbles as I press my hips into his.

“Soon,” I whisper my promise against the heated skin of his neck before flicking my tongue over his damp skin, licking my way up to his mouth. “But first, I want to kiss you and touch you and rub you into a frenzy. And then, when you’re on the verge of combusting, I want you to take me inside and fuck me.”

Samson grips my hips and begins guiding my movements, pulling me up and down against his dick a few times before stilling me completely.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried I did something wrong.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, a heated look in his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I told you to, Luna.” He leans in, presses a fast, hard kiss to my lips. “Turn around, put your knees on the seat, and your elbows on the edge.”

Despite my trepidation, I do as he says.

“You’re so beautiful.” His praise is a rough growl that has my whole body tightening with need. “So perfect.” He leans over me, crowding me from behind. “So. Fucking. Mine.”

“Yes,” I agree, as his lips meet my spine and he kisses away all of my earlier doubts.

“Say it.” He palms the tops of my thighs from behind, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. “I want to hear the words.”

“I’m yours, Samson.”

“Hell yeah, you are.” He thrusts against me, his dick gliding against my pussy lips. “You trust me?”

“You know I do.”

He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, nipping at the skin as he shifts his right hand between my front and the wall of the hot tub.

“What are you—oh, God!” I shout, as the water from the jet pulses against my clit.

“You like that?” Samson asks, thrusting against me once again.

I’m not sure like is a strong enough word—it’s like my showerhead turned up to twenty. Or maybe the added pleasure comes from Samson. Either way, it feels amazing.

“Yes.” I circle my hips, desperate for release.

“What about this?”

Something—his thumb—presses against my asshole, causing my entire body to jerk to attention like a steel cable pulled too tight.

“Relax,” he whispers, peppering my neck and shoulders with kisses.

I take a deep breath and nod. I know he’d never do anything to hurt me. So, if he thinks I’ll like this, I’m willing to try.

I will my muscles to unclench as he rubs his thumb against me, applying the barest hint of pressure. The combined effect of his dick sliding against my wet folds, his thumb rubbing tight circles, and the jet swirling against my clit sets off wave after wave of dark, unexpected pleasure.

“Samson,” I moan his name when the sensations become too much—and yet, not enough. “I need you. I need you inside of me.”

He thrusts harder from behind me, a growl rattling loose from his chest. “Not until you come.”

“I’m so close,” I promise him, nearly delirious with need.