Better than Sexy (The Sexy 3)

She leaned against the wall and looked out at Landon. His bronzed body glistened beneath the sun, and she wanted to glide her fingers over the spectacular muscles and feel every broad inch of him.

He sat up, shading his eyes with his hand over his sunglasses, studying her in return before rising and walking over, diving into the deep end.

He came up, swam to her, and shook his head, spraying her with water.

“Landon!” she said, laughing, wiping the droplets from her face.

With a sexy grin, he bracketed her against the side of the pool, his arms braced on either side her body. The water came to mid-thigh. “Afraid of a little water?”

She shook her head. “Not at all,” she said, sliding her hands to his hips and easing closer to the edge of his waistband. “I like the water and I like being in it with you.” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his.

He groaned and pulled her against him, the swell of his erection grinding against her sex.

“Mmm. You feel good.” She wriggled herself deeper into him.

“You feel amazing. I’m dying to get inside you.” He dipped his fingers into the bikini bottoms and began sliding them down her legs.

Wanting the same thing, she helped him, pulling the bottoms off her feet and placing them on the deck of the kidney-shaped pool. When she looked up, he was naked, his thick cock standing at attention in front of her.

She gripped him in her palm and pumped her hand up and down until a drop of pre-come settled on the head.

“Enough,” he said in a tight voice.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “You don’t like me teasing you?”

“I have no intention of coming in my parents’ pool. I much prefer doing it inside of you,” he said with a sexy grin. “Now let’s move to a chair.” He lifted her and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked out of the pool, settling her onto the well-cushioned lounger covered by a towel.

She pushed herself back, arching her hips up, her sex gleaming in the sunlight, wet from wanting him.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He slid a finger through her dampness, ending with a light press on her clit.

She moaned and tipped her head back, clenching herself and feeling empty. “Come on, Landon. I need you.”

He stepped closer, grabbed his cock in his hand, and glided it back and forth over her pussy, taking his time, playing and arousing her into an unbearable frenzy.

She narrowed her eyes and mock-glared. “Really? You’re going to keep teasing me?”

“Good things are worth the wait,” he said in a gruff voice. Nudging himself at her entrance, he placed his hands on her thighs. “Ready?”

“For you?” she asked, looking into his eyes. “Always.”

Gripping her skin tightly, with her leaning against the back of the chair, he thrust deep and she saw stars, feeling him everywhere.

“Oh, fuck,” he said as he bottomed out inside her.

He slid his hands from her thighs to the sides of the chair and began to glide into her, taking her hard, pleasure filling her so fast she was overwhelmed. He thrust in and out, his hips grinding his pelvis against her every time he entered. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on the silken strands as he took her hard and fast, arousal and emotion fighting for equal footing inside her.

Their connection went soul deep and scared her so much. What was supposed to be a summer fling was going to be hard to keep in that little defined box. Not when they were joined, her body clasping around his and the orgasm of the century beckoning.

He dipped his head, his lips meeting hers, kissing her as he pressed her into the chair cushion, then thrust once, twice, and on the third time, he stilled. His big body shuddered as his orgasm took hold and he came, filling her with his essence. A brief moment of clarity hit her and she realized they hadn’t used protection. Knowing she was on the pill helped. Before she could think any more, he reached between them and slid a finger over her sex, pressing hard on her clit, and she shook as her own climax hit.

She toppled over the edge, her entire being swept away by the intense sensations wracking her body. She grasped his shoulders to anchor herself to something in this world, to Landon, the man who was overwhelming her and chipping away at her walls, one piece at a time.

* * *

Landon collapsed onto Vivi, out of breath and completely sated but aware he couldn’t remain on top of her too long. He pushed himself up and slid out of her, awareness hitting him hard as he stood.

“Shit, Vivi. I didn’t use a condom.” He didn’t let himself panic.

“Yeah. I realized that when it was too late to stop.” She looked up at him with trusting eyes. “I’m on the pill.”