Boyfriend for the Summer

“Oh?”

“There’s nothing in the lake,” I tell her. “No fish. Only the natural plants, and the birds that land on it.”

Her whole body sags in relief. “That does make it better.”

“As a bonus,” I say, “where we’re going the water is just a little clearer.”

“Where are we going?”

“First to the island.”

Her eyes go wide, but she nods. We swim together, matching stroke for stroke. It’s not a short swim, but not too difficult. There’s not a whole lot of people out here right now, which works well for my plan. We rest on the shore for a minute before she rolls over. “Okay, we’re here.”

“Come on.”

There’s a small dock on the back of the island. Before this was a campground there were fish in the lake. And the previous owner liked to fish from the center of the lake. It’s a little shallower than the dock on the other shore, and the water is a touch clearer. But I’m using it for the fact that it’s fairly hidden from view.

I wade into the water again and pull her under the dock with me. Sun streams through the water around us, illuminating us and causing a gorgeous glow on our legs. Now that we’re not in a line of sight, I touch her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pressing her against one of the pilings. She laughs softly. “Did you bring me all the way out here to make out?”

I smirk. “Maybe. Close your eyes.” I actually have another plan, but I’m not telling her what it is. Not yet. She closes her eyes, and I sink quietly below the water. Since this is fresh lake water it’s easy to open my eyes. Which makes it even easier to find that space between her legs, move aside her bathing suit aside and seal my mouth over her. She jumps, but doesn’t pull away.

I’ve wanted to do this for days. Because I’ve never done it. And because I want to learn how to make her feel good. And because I desperately want to know how she tastes. Now I have my answer. And my body is roaring in response. Hell yes.

Seph tastes deep and sweet, and addictive. Holy shit. This isn’t what I imagined—I don’t even know what I imagined—but it’s better. Even underwater I feel her go slick under my tongue, and I lick her slowly. Exploring from her entrance up to the top. I’ve gotten more familiar with her, but feeling her under my mouth is so hot.

I’m hard, and I reach down into my trunks to grab myself, teasing. Surfacing to breathe, Seph is looking at me like I’m crazy and like she wants to devour me all at once. “What on earth are you doing?”

“I thought that was kind of obvious.”

Seph licks her bottom lip, an unconscious reaction. “What if someone sees?”

Standing up more fully, I show her briefly how hard I am. “At the moment, I don’t really care if anyone sees.” I lean closer. “And you taste really fucking good.”

“Really?” She blushes. “I thought…everyone says that guys don’t like doing that.”

“Maybe that’s true for some guys,” I say. “But it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I like it.” Grabbing her hand, I pull her deeper under the dock where the water is shallow and we can be in the shadows. “And I’d like to do it without holding my breath so I can hear you.”

“If you’re sure.”

By way of answer I help her lay down on the sand and press her legs apart. Fuck, she tastes even better out of the water. Guys who don’t like doing this are crazy. I can think of some reasons why they would say they didn’t, and they’re all utter bullshit. This is so fucking hot. Especially those little breathy moans that she’s making, trying to keep quiet so that no one in the surrounding water hears us.

I love listening to her. Especially when the way she moves and the little sounds she makes draw me a map for what she likes. Her hips arch into me when I lick her clit—the magic button that people say is hard to find. It’s only hard to find if you’re blind or you don’t care. And when I lick lower, she shakes and gasps. Much like the way she does when I’m actually inside her.

When I seal my mouth over her and create suction, Seph claps her hands over her mouth to keep herself quiet, and when I add my tongue to that equation, she does all of those things. So I keep doing that.

Sucking and licking until she’s gasping and her hands are in my hair. “Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Exactly that.” I do it, keeping the pattern of my tongue circling the way I’ve been doing it, and her breath goes faster.