The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood 2)

I was so lost in my desire, once again I didn’t heed his warning signs. I didn’t pay attention to the way the cadence of his breathing changed, or how his moans went short and sharp. Not even his dick pulsing and throbbing inside my mouth was enough to get me to stop.

It was his hand gently grasping the side of my face that got me to ease back. I looked up at him, stunned to see how he struggled for control. It looked like he was finishing a marathon. Determined and focused, but also laboring to find air.

“You’re, like, really good at that.” His smile was tight. “I don’t want to ruin your fun, but . . . I’m not going to last long if you keep at it.”

I went back to using my hand, gliding my fingers teasingly over his dick that was wet with my saliva. “You think it’ll be easier when you’re all bare inside me?”

He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it’s a concern.”

I laughed gently, but my amusement couldn’t last under the tension filling the room. This new sexual creature I was transforming into ventured further outside of her cocoon.

I put my hands on his knees, pushed onto my feet, and began to peel off my clothes. The pants went first since they were undone already and sagging low across my hips. Then, my top was pulled up and cast aside. I stood before him in a pink, barely-there bra and panty set, shifted my weight to one side, and put my hand on my hip.

I forced my voice to sound powerful and confident. “Get naked.”

Troy reached behind himself and grabbed the back of his shirt, showing off the flex of his thick bicep, and jerked the t-shirt over his head. He tossed it away as he stood, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and underwear, and down his legs they went.

God, his body.

It was a thing of beauty that made it impossible to hold thoughts in my head.

I motioned toward the bed. “Lie down.”

A sexy smirk flashed on his lips just before he climbed on top of it, spread out, and settled down with his back on the sheets. As I undid the clasp on my bra, my hands shook, but it was with anticipation and not anxiety. I had to control my movements to prevent myself from leaping on top of him. It was because I wasn’t prepared for how amazing all of this was.

There was a man ready and waiting for me in my bed.

And he was dying for me to tell him what to do. To fulfill my fantasies.

I shimmied out of the scrap of fabric that was my thong and put a knee on the mattress, then the other. I crawled along his body, just as naked as he was, moving until I was over him and tendrils of my hair fell in his face. He used a hand to push them out of our way, lifting his head until our lips met.

The kiss was slow and lingering, more smoldering heat instead of the raging fire he was capable of.

I slid a leg over his waist and straddled him. His notched abs and the warmth of his skin felt incredible against the insides of my thighs, and I metered my breath to stay in control.

It was harder when his palms swept over my nipples and he filled his hands with my breasts. His dick rested on his stomach, which meant when it jerked, the damp tip of him brushed against my ass. He’d gotten close during the blow job, and I wanted this to last a lot longer than that had.

My heartbeat quickened. “I’m going to tell you how I want it.”

His focus was split as he continued to knead my breasts and pinch at my nipples, but his eyes sharpened on me. “Yeah?”

“Put your hands behind your head.”

He liked me telling him what to do, but there was disappointment now that I was taking away his ability to touch. His fingers trailed over my bare skin as they reluctantly went, and he slid his hands under the pillow beneath his head. It accentuated his casual, almost frat-boy look. Like he planned to sit back and let me do all the work.

It was exactly what I intended.

FOURTEEN

Erika

Troy had said he was my personal sex toy and I was going to enjoy him that way tonight.

“Don’t move,” I said, lifting onto my knees and shifting back so we were better aligned. I reached into the space between us and palmed his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He was thick in my hand as I lifted him and teased his bare tip against my clit.

His gaze was focused between our legs, and when I moaned in enjoyment, he canted his hips, trying to gain entry, but I adjusted and moved out of his reach. It made me plant a hand in the center of his chest and give him a strict look.