I grabbed a six pack of beer and strolled down to watch her swim. She was wearing that bikini again. The one with red and white checks on it. Gingham they called it.
I watched her shiny skin break the waves as she swam for a half an hour. I went over my plan in my head. I don’t think she didn’t even see me there until she stopped.
She didn’t look surprised when she looked up though.
She looked resigned.
She got out and toweled off, saying nothing. Finally, she walked over to me. I opened a beer for her and held it out.
She took it, swallowing deeply. I stared at her throat hungrily, gripping my own bottle tightly. I’d been sipping the same bottle the entire time.
I wasn’t getting drunk tonight.
Hell no.
I needed my faculties intact when I took her.
And took her.
And took her.
And… well, you get the drift.
She stared at me, considering. I stared right back.
“You know that was pretty shitty, Clay. What you did to me the other night.”
I swigged my beer.
“I know.”
“You’re not sorry, are you?”
I shook my head slowly. Then I reached out and pulled her into my lap. Saying nothing, I started to trace the skin above her bikini top with my finger tips. Slowly, I leaned down and nipped the top of her breast with my teeth.
Jesus Christ, she tastes good.
My hands grasped her hips, settling her firmly on my already hard cock. She did that to me, that fast. Every fucking time.
“Clay…”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”
She said nothing as my hand slipped into her bikini bottom, finding her wet and slippery inside. She gasped, her head falling backwards. I teased her for a while, toying with her soft lips.
“Clay… what if someone sees us?”
“I picked this spot because no one can see us.”
“Oh,” she said breathlessly, and I knew I had her.
Nevada Jones was about to be mine.
I nudged the top of her bikini aside with my chin and started sucking on her nipple. It was hard, poking out at me, driving me wild. I started rocking my hips up and into her and she moaned.
Finally, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back. Just a little. Just enough so she could look at my face.
“Are you going to do that again? Walk away?”
“No.”
She stared at me, her big beautiful eyes full of heat. Her lips were parted slightly, making me want to slide my tongue between them. Among other things. She chewed her full bottom lip for a minute and then nodded as if she’d come to a decision.
“Okay. But just tonight.”
My heart started thudding in my chest as she stood and offered me her hand. We walked together into the pool house. There was a couch in there, as well as a couple of upholstered lounge chairs. I kissed her hard and pressed her into one of them, bending her forward. Then I slid her bikini bottoms down off her perfect, gorgeous ass. I kissed her hip, resisting the urge to bite it.
“Hold onto something, Nev. I think there’s going to be an earthquake.”
I pulled my dick out and slid it up and down her gorgeous pussy lips. Then I pressed forward, letting her lips close over the tip of my cock. It was like a kiss.
The best damn kiss ever.
I groaned as I slid forward, her walls stretching to accommodate me. I knew I was big. And she was tiny. So I went slow. But not too slow.
I couldn’t.
“Fuck Nev, you feel so good.”
She was quiet but I could hear her breathing hard. She was a turned on as I was. I pushed forward, feeling her hymen give way. She let out a soft sigh and that was it.
I was in.
For a moment I could barely believe it. My cock was buried to the hilt in the sweetest girl I’d ever known. It was profound how different this was from any other sex I’d ever had.
Slowly, I started to ride her, scooping down so I could feel every inch of her as I slid in and out. She was soaking wet so the only friction was from her tightness. I could feel her walls undulating on my cock, massaging me. I knew she was going to cum.
I pulled out and carried her over to the couch.
I wanted to see her face when she came.
I wanted to look into her eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nevada
Clay was above me, his face serious as he worked his cock slowly in and out of my body. It felt good. It felt so good that I could hardly believe it.
Clay knew what he was doing, that much was sure.
But he was being surprisingly gentle with me. Tender, almost. He stared into my eyes while he fucked me. I hadn’t been expecting that.
I felt so exposed, unable to hide the pleasure he was giving me. But I couldn’t look away.