Take the Heat

“They thought you murdered her in the water,” Lucy said. “Strangled her with your bare hands.”

“On the shoreline.” He led her there. “Where the rock gives way to sand. Just this little patch here. The area isn’t visible from the path. I guess people standing on the opposite shoreline could see way over here, but the murderer would only be a speck. They’d need binoculars to see him properly.”

“They’re sure it was a man?” Lucy asked.

“If it was a woman, she’d have to have some powerful grip and a hell of a weight on her. You couldn’t have done this.”

“I didn’t know I was a suspect,” she teased.

“I didn’t know I was,” Sean shot back. “Not at first. When the police asked me to help with their inquiries, I really thought that’s what I was doing: helping. Can’t believe how dumb I was.”

“Well, why would you think you were a suspect? She was your girlfriend. You wouldn’t think of killing her any more than you’d think to kill me.”

Sean ran his fingers down her bare arm, and her skin tingled. Terrible timing, but she knew what she needed. When his hand approached hers, she grasped his wrist. Plunging his palm between her legs, she helped him rub there, slow but hard.

He didn’t seem shocked. Not in the least. In fact, he tugged up her skirt, making it dance against her thighs, teasing her smooth skin.

“What was she wearing that day?” Lucy asked.

Sean gripped her pussy over the tight stretch of her panties, hugging it with his hand. The heat from his body filled her bones, soaring from her cunt to her skull, making her dizzy.

“A dress?” Her legs threatened to collapse beneath her as she stepped out of her ballet flats and into warm, wet sand. She grabbed him by the crotch and took him with her, until the lake lapped at their ankles. “Were her panties made of cotton?”

“Always,” Sean groaned.

She unzipped his fly and found his cock, took it out, stroked it. Falling to her knees, Lucy asked, “Did Tamryn ever do this?”

Without waiting for an answer, she wrapped her lips around his tip. His precum drizzled across her tongue like frosting, and she swallowed it eagerly. He never answered her question, but maybe she didn’t want an answer. Maybe she just wanted to feel his hands in her hair, gripping it tightly while she sucked.

Christ, did his cock ever feel good in her mouth. The perfect size, perfect girth—just enough to stretch her capacity without injuring the back of her throat. She threw her body into it, devouring his dick while she wrapped both hands around the base of his shaft.

“Oh, you can’t…” He pushed her shoulders. “You can’t. I’m gonna come.”

“So come,” she said around his cock.

“No.” A deep growl emerged from the back of his throat as he pulled out of her mouth. “I gotta fuck you first.”

Throwing her down in the sand, Sean got on top, trapping her half in, half out of the lake. Her dress soaked up water like a sponge as her bare feet sank below the surface. He straddled her with his dick surging out the front of his pants, and when she tried to grab it, he pinned her arms to the ground.

“No,” he said. “Your hands are sandy.”

“Oh.” She laughed, but she was too stunned to say anything more.

“I need your pussy, babe.”

“It’s yours,” Lucy said, keeping quiet, not wanting to get caught. “My panties are soaking wet.”

“Your hot, tight, soaking wet pussy…” He let go of her arms to pull up her dress, then pressed his erection to the wet cotton. The heat from his dick passed right through the fabric, sizzling against the throbbing mass of her clit. Pressing his weight down, he crushed her into the sand while gentle waves licked their bodies. When he rocked on her, she felt his wild exuberance in every cell.

“I want you inside me,” she said. They usually used condoms, but in that moment safety didn’t seem important. “Fuck me, Sean. Fuck me like you fucked her.”

Pressing his mouth to Lucy’s ear, he said, “I told you—we fucked in the woods, up against the tree.”

Lucy closed her eyes and pictured them from above. Was Tamryn watching? Hovering overhead as Sean shifted the gusset of Lucy’s panties aside with his cock? What would the murdered girl think if she could see them now?

Her pussy was so wet it left a slick patch in the crotch of her underwear. Sean had no trouble pushing his cock inside her cunt, not satisfied to dabble in the shallows. He gave her pussy a few quick thrusts and then threw himself into the job, fucking her with wild abandon.

She closed her eyes and tried to exist as little as humanly possible. She breathed only when it was absolutely necessary, slow inhales and lengthy exhales. The lake had soaked through her entire dress now, and her nipples drew into tight buds, pressing through the fabric to prick Sean’s chest. She didn’t move her arms or her legs.