The Pool Boy

I frown, and he grins.

“Trust me, the fantasy fucking sucked compared to that.”

I giggle, and fire blazes through me.

“What else?” I whisper heatedly.

His eyes smolder. “You,” he growls. “On my bed, on your knees with your face to the sheets and that sweet ass up in the air.”

I whimper, and I kiss him heatedly. He grunts and starts to peel my clothes off—my tank top, my bra, and then when I stand, my cutoffs and then my panties. His fingers slide between my legs and stroke my eager, wet pussy, and I moan wantonly for him.

“On the bed,” he growls deeply. “I’m going to get some water; I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t be long,” I purr as I slide onto his bed and raise my ass up in the air. I sway my hips, and Mason groans.

“I’ll be back in seven seconds.”

I giggle as he lunges out of the room in just a pair of tented boxers. While he’s gone, I sit on the edge of the bed and look around his room. It’s been brought up to speed with him being a young man now—as in, it doesn’t look like I’m sure it looked when he was in high school. But it’s still funny to look around and think of him in this room when he was so young—young and thinking of me.

I blush and start to snoop a little. I turn to the side table next to the bed and pull open the drawer. I smirk at the two-years-expired condoms and roll my eyes at the crumbling cigar still in the wrapper that looks like it’s been there for years. But towards the back, I find something that makes my brows arch.

A bottle of lube—specifically, anal lube.

I’m still holding it when I hear his footsteps. I close the drawer, flip over onto my hands and knees, and before I can second guess myself, I know what I want.

“Fuck,” he growls as he steps back into the room. “A guy could get pretty fucking used to walking in to this sight.”

I giggle and look back at him with a sultry look, waving my ass at him.

“Mason?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He drops his boxers, and I suck in a breath of air as my eyes slide over his thick cock. What I’m thinking… well, I’ve never done before. And Mason is huge. But the wild desire is there, throbbing inside of me and making my whole body tingle. I slide a hand under his pillow, and I wrap my fingers around the little bottle from his drawer.

“What else did you fantasize about,” I purr. “I mean concerning me.”

His jaw tightens, and his eyes flash. “Lots of things,” he growls.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“I thought about fucking you every possible way I could,” he groans. “On my bed, against the wall, in the shower—the hood of my fucking Jeep. Shit, Layla, there was no place I didn’t imagine having you.”

I blush, and the thrill courses through me. “Yeah, but…” I blush deeper. “Where.”

He frowns. “Where did I want to fuck you?”

I swallow, and I arch a brow at him. “I mean where did you want to fuck me,” I purr out seductively. “Mason.”

I slide my hand out from under the pillow, and his eyes blaze when they see what I’m holding.

“Fuck, Layla,” he groans. I watch his already hard cock just fucking pulse between his legs, swelling somehow even bigger.

“Don’t tease me,” he groans.

“Why Mason Dunn,” I say with a sultry, shocked voice. “Did you fantasize about putting that big cock in my tight little ass?”

“Fuck yes,” he hisses. His eyes are stormy as he stalks towards the bed.

“Full discloser,” I breathe. “I’ve never actually done this.”