Zeke walked toward the phone and reached for the handset, wanting to call Marie and tell her he wanted to come over. He wanted to hear all about what had happened with her and Ty … to have her tell him every last, intimate detail.
He clenched his fist, resisting the urge to just pick up the phone and call her. The whole idea had been to give Ty a chance with her. If things had gone well, Ty would still be with her. Zeke didn’t want to mess things up by getting in the way.
No matter how much he wanted to see Marie.
He turned away from the phone and walked toward his computer. He’d distract himself by reading e-mails, then maybe hop on his Harley and go for a ride. Clear his head.
He turned on his monitor and opened the browser. His inbox popped into view. Of the ten unread messages, the one on the top caught his attention. It was from someone called yes.master.0. He would have thought it was a spam message trying to attract him to some porn site, but the subject was “Don’t tell Zeke.”
What the hell?
Twelve
Zeke opened the message and noticed Marie’s name at the bottom. Had she mistakenly e-mailed it to him instead of Ty? He began to read.
Master Ty,
Thank you for fucking me while I was tied up and gagged last night. Your huge cock driving into me made me come … and come … and come.
Zeke’s cock shot to attention. This did not sound at all like Marie. In fact, he was pretty sure Ty had written it—Marie glancing over his shoulder—with the express intention of sending it to Zeke. A way to include him in the experience.
He leaned back in his chair, settling in to enjoy the e-mail.
The four times you fucked me this morning were sensational, too. I’m still aching from your big cock driving into me. Even as I stand here, bent over the counter, my arms tied to the other side, ready for whenever you want to drive into me, I long for your cock inside me.
He grinned. They were really getting into it all right. Knowing Marie, she’d probably pointed out that she couldn’t very well be writing this e-mail if she was tied up, but Ty would have assured her that accuracy wasn’t the main point of this e-mail.
As instructed, I will meet you at the indoor swimming pool tomorrow morning at 6:00 A.M. It’s great that your friend in maintenance can arrange for us to have access to the pool two hours before it opens. Knowing no one can see us (unless they know that your friend will set a temporary combination on the door of 5, 6, 2, 9) means I’ll be delighted to skinny-dip with you. I’m looking forward to you stripping off my clothes and fucking me on the diving board … in the water … or anywhere else you please.
Looking forward to tomorrow.
Your servant,
Marie
Well, Zeke certainly knew where he was going to be at six o’clock tomorrow morning!
* * *
Marie woke up to the sound of her alarm. She glanced at the time with bleary eyes.
5:30. Oh man, why was it going off so early?
Then she remembered Ty’s suggestion. To go skinny-dipping in the pool this morning before it opened. No one would see them and … thanks to that e-mail they sent to Zeke … most likely he would be watching them from some invisible vantage point.
Heat quivered through her. She leapt from her bed and opened her drawer, then tugged out her sexiest, most revealing bathing suit … a blue and purple bikini. She raced to the bathroom and shed her pajamas, then showered and brushed her teeth. She combed her dark brown hair, then twisted it behind her head and captured it with a clip.
She pulled on the tiny bathing suit, then glanced critically in the mirror, adjusting the underwire cups to hold up her bosom in an enticing manner. She adjusted the high-cut bottoms, which made her legs look longer, and turned around to check out her butt in the mirror.
A thong would have been super sexy, but it didn’t really matter, since she doubted the bathing suit would stay on for long. She waltzed back into her bedroom and found the matching sarong, then wrapped it around her hips and tied it. As she passed by the linen closet, she grabbed a big fuchsia beach towel and glanced at the clock. 5:45. Ty would be over in five minutes. She tossed the towel on the couch, then sat and gazed out the window at the blue, cloudless sky as she waited for him to arrive.
A knock sounded at 5:50 on the button. She grabbed the towel and raced across the living room, then opened the door.
“Hey, sweetheart. All ready?”
She smiled. “You bet.”
As she stepped out of the apartment, he tugged her into his arms and treated her to a sound kiss, stroking her lips with his tongue. She melted into his arms, kissing him back with bold strokes of her tongue inside his hot, coffee-flavored mouth.