The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood 2) - Page 72

The open-air shower was spacious and bare, other than a hanging wire rack full of shampoo and lotions. I stood on the textured concrete floor as Erika cranked the handle attached to the chrome pipe that climbed up the brick wall and ended in a large rainfall showerhead. Right before the water began to pour and drip from it, she stepped back, shed her cover-up, and hung it on one of the hooks at the doorway.

Fucking her in the shower had been on my to-do list, but this? It was so much hotter. We were secluded back here, but it felt like we were out in the open. There was a party going on just across her lawn.

“If you get too loud,” I set a hand on her hip and eased us both under the falling water, “someone might hear us.”

The shower was barely warm, but that was good. It was hot enough outside and between us. In seconds, we were drenched, and her nipples poking through her bikini top begged for attention.

She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as I pinched one of them, surprise making her blink her pretty blue eyes rapidly.

That’s right, Erika. I’m in charge.

As soon as my message had been received, I put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. Now we were both facing the partition, and I jerked her back into me, so her ass pressed against the top of my thigh. It put my hard-on right beside her hand that dangled at her hip.

To show her what I wanted, I tugged open my trunks and let them fall to the water pooling at our feet, and my dick swung free. Shit, it felt fucking amazing when she closed her fist around me. Her grip was tight, and stayed snug as I moved my hips, slowly sawing my dick back and forth through her hand.

My mouth was beside her ear, and I grunted with pleasure at her touch. I could touch too, though. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand to cup her tits and the other to play with her pussy. I started over the bikini. I toyed with her through the damp fabric as she worked me over.

The stroke of her hand made my heart go out of rhythm. I did a fair share of cardio along with my lifting schedule, but it blew my mind how quickly Erika could raise my heartrate. It was already difficult to catch my breath.

At least I had the same effect on her.

I shoved my hand inside her bikini bottom, rubbed her clit, and when she began to pant, I pushed my middle finger inside. A sinful chuckle broke from me as she arched her back and her hand stopped moving on me mid-pump. Like the sensation of it was almost too much to handle.

“That’s just one finger,” I whispered. “But this pussy’s so wet, you want another?”

She shivered. “Yes.”

Her body was hot and slick, and she moaned when I eased my ring finger in to join the one already fucking her. I liked using my middle fingers in this position. It meant I could rub my palm against her clit and give her stimulation, inside and out.

Her hand that wasn’t wrapped around my dick reached up behind her, until she could grab onto the back of my neck. The curve she created with her body made me wild. My hand jerked at her top, trying to get it up, or down, or sideways . . . whatever would get it out of my fucking way.

She let go of the back of my neck and undid the hook on hers. The band around her was still hooked closed, but I ignored it at first because her straps hung down and her tits were finally free, and I could see what I wanted.

Her smooth skin was damp from the swimsuit and the mist of the water falling nearby, and I ran my palm from the globe of one perfect breast to the other. The last five years of guitar had taught me to be good with my hands, and I used my skills to tease her to the point her sighs became whines of need.

Fuck it. Enough foreplay. I needed to get my dick inside her.

I stepped back, pulling my throbbing dick out of her hand, and I quickly undid the other hook that was keeping her top up. It fell onto the drain with a sopping noise, and I used a foot to push both it and my shorts off to the side.

Erika was as desperate as I was, because she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms and peeled them down her long legs. I clenched a hand on the cheek of her ass as it came into view. I was a classic guy. Tits and ass got the job done for me every time.

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