The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood 2)

My pulse sputtered. Anticipation caused goosebumps to lift on my skin. Was he . . . about to go down on me?

I gasped as he buried his face between my legs, and the sound I made was a perfect mixture of surprise and satisfaction. I bowed up off the stone. Just the heat of his mouth against me sent an acute shock of pleasure up my spine.

It’d been years since I’d had a man’s tongue on me, and I quivered at the sight of Troy nestled between my thighs, his mouth closed over the snaps at the bottom of my bodysuit.

It was in his teeth, and my vision blurred until he was nearly indistinguishable. Fuck me, it was erotic.

Rather than undo the snaps, he hooked a finger under the crotch of the lingerie and jerked it aside. This time, when he set his mouth on me, nothing stood in his way. Not the fabric, nor a ring on my finger, nor the years spanning between us.

“Yes,” I cried, letting the word bubble up out of my chest.

His tongue was magic. It painted wide strokes of bliss, and I jolted from each one. Every delicious flick was so powerful, I instinctively gripped a handful of his soft hair, holding him to me.

I tried not to think about what we looked like. How I was spread out across the counter as this shirtless guy half my age fucked me with his incredible mouth, but the picture of it stormed into my mind and amplified the lust coursing through my veins.

His tongue abruptly ceased moving, and something suspiciously like concern tinted his voice. “You okay?”

I’d had my eyes closed to better enjoy, but they flew open and I lifted my head to peer down my body at him in confusion. What had I done that had him worried?

Troy sensed the question in my mind and delivered a soft smile. He smoothed his palm reassuringly up and down the inside of my thigh and his voice was as gentle as his touch. “You’re shaking.”

Warmth bloomed in my cheeks. “I haven’t had anyone pay attention to me in a long time.” I said it quickly before I thought better of it. “I feel like a virgin.”

The deep noise of satisfaction he gave hit me like a wave. My head fell back to the counter with a loud bang, and then his mouth returned, nuzzling into me. He found my clit and closed his lips around it, and I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. Like all the pent-up sexual desire he’d filled me with released in that instant.

Each flick and flutter of his tongue made my legs shake harder and my heart pound faster. I had to drag air in and out of my lungs while I squirmed under the pleasure he gave.

“I like paying attention to you,” he whispered, his lips moving against the most intimate part of me.

I was going to fly apart. Vibrate right off this countertop and burst into a million pieces. Since the surface was smooth beneath me, there wasn’t anything to grab onto other than us, so I filled my hands with my breasts, massaging and teasing. Troy groaned his approval at what I was doing, his eyes hazing with lust. I’d never felt more sexually alive or powerful than I did in this moment.

Moans dripped from my lips as he coaxed them from me. He’d picked up speed and focused on my clit, and his palm against my thigh pinned me to the counter, holding me open for him. He swirled the tip of his tongue, causing electric shocks to fire across my nerves.

It was erotic and sensual.

Huge gulps of air from me were separated by needy whines. I was close—so fucking close—and the intensity of my approaching orgasm pressed down until it was all I could think about.

“Oh, oh, oh . . .” I gasped.

Heat swept through my body, radiating ecstasy outward until every inch of me was tingling with bliss. As I shuddered, it was just enough to break the contact from Troy’s mouth and he straightened, looking down at me as my climax rolled through.

He didn’t say anything as I slowly recovered, but he didn’t have to. His expression announced exactly how pleased he was with himself, and ‘smug’ was a good look on him. Having this gorgeous guy with a sculpted chest loom over me was amazing, but as he wiped a hand over his mouth and delivered a satisfied smile, it was nearly too much. Aftershocks of pleasure rocketed through my system.

Blood pumped loudly in my ears, but when it began to slow, I closed my eyes and threaded a hand through my long bangs, brushing them back. What was he thinking about as I lay there motionless before him, my trembling legs loosely wrapped around his hips? He’d confessed he’d wanted this for a long time. Had I even come close to meeting his expectations? He’d exceeded mine so spectacularly.