Something for the Pain (Pain 2)

He takes a few steps toward the bar and stops in front of it. I step up beside him, and before I can speak he picks me up by the hips and sets me down on top of the bar. He grins at the sight of me and then releases my hips. “Or you can just sit there and look pretty. Either way, I think the kitchen is my favorite so far. He looks down at his jeans and bites his bottom lip. “It’s getting harder by the second, but I need it to be rock hard. That’s not going to be easy. Come on, Tripp.” He picks me up and sets me back down to my feet. I can’t help but take notice of his hands lingering for a few seconds too long. “Show me this sex pool you told me about. If that doesn’t do the trick then I don’t know what will.”

Closing my eyes for a quick second, I take a breath and exhale before following him back into the living room and down the hall. The thought of his dick hard is now clouding my thoughts. How the hell am I going to sell him on this house when all I can think about is having him inside of me?

He stops walking and turns around to look at me so I can lead him to the right room. I give him a half smile and pass him up. I walk to the very back of the hallway and push the double doors open. The smell of chlorine hits me hard and the moisture in the air makes me smile. He has to fall in love with this room.

“This is the pool; one of them at least. It’s pretty private back here, so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to bring your girlies over. You won’t be bothered.”

He looks at me, smiles, and then walks past me and into the room. “Hell yes,” he groans. “It’s fucking hard now, Tripp.”

I feel my stomach flutter and my heart rate pick up from his choice of words. I can’t tell if it’s because I am happy that he’s going to agree to moving in or because the thought of him hard makes me want to jump on him and take him for a ride. He’s my best friend, but dammit I still want to. I shouldn’t even be questioning myself, but I can’t help it.

“Umm . . . good, I guess,” I say in response as I step up beside him in front of the water.

When I look down at his hand, I notice him adjusting the crotch of his jeans. I give him a shove and he looks over at me with a grin. “Damn, Tripp. Are you trying to make me wrestle you? You know it’s been a while, but you’ve been pretty damn pushy today. I still have the skills to take you down.”

I can’t help but to laugh. “I pushed you because you were playing with your dick. Are you seriously hard right now?”

He pulls his hand away from his jeans and sure enough I see a huge bulge. I can tell it’s not fully hard, but damn! “Well, what the hell do you expect when you call this the sex pool? Am I not supposed to get aroused at the thought of fucking someone in here?”

I pull my eyes away from his crotch and punch his arm. “Oh come on, Tripp. Don’t be ashamed to look. We’ve known each other our whole lives. You don’t really think I haven’t sneaked peeks at your body from time to time, do you? Don’t lie to me. You know you’ve imagined how big it is before. I’ll even give you a look if you want. What’s mine is yours,” he says huskily.

Why is that sexy?

He bites his bottom lip and reaches for his belt as he steps closer to me in a teasing way. The thought of his erection being so close to me has me so nervous that I reach out with both hands and push him into the pool. My hands instantly go up to cover my mouth as he falls in with a huge splash.

I burst out in laughter as he quickly resurfaces and jumps out of the pool, while wiping his face off. His shirt is clinging to his muscular body and water is dripping down his face and lips. It’s the most glorious sight I have ever seen. Just when I think he’s about to yell at me, he yanks his shirt over his head and reaches into his pocket to toss his phone aside. He grins and closes the distance between us.

“You’re getting it now.” I take in a deep breath as his cold, firm chest presses against my breasts. “You ready for me to get you wet, Tripp? I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time.”

He’s too quick for me to even attempt to make an escape. He picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and walks over the edge of the pool. I instantly take notice of his partial boner pressing firmly between my legs; which only makes me wish we were naked.

We sink to the bottom with his hands gripping onto my bare thighs as he holds me close. As soon as his feet hit the bottom of the pool, he pushes up with his muscular legs and we both swim back up to the surface.

I fight to catch my breath while wiping water off of my face. “Dammit, Alex!”

I hear him laughing behind me, so I turn around to yell at him, but he’s too quick and is already back behind me again. “What’s the matter? You didn’t expect me to get you so wet?”

I lean my head back and bite my lip in frustration. Him and this damn teasing. He’s really getting a kick out of this. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” I bite out.

I feel his body press behind me, before he wraps his arm around me and starts pulling me back to the edge of the pool. Once there, he picks me up and gives my ass a boost until I am on my knees, catching my breath on the smooth, wet cement. My body gets heated from the skin to skin contact and feeling his finger so close to slipping inside me. All it would take is one little nudge. It’s the closest it’s been before and it steals my breath away. I chose to wear a thong today, so not only did my dress ride up, but also I’m sure he just got a full on view of my ass in his face.

I quickly get back to my feet and turn around to face him, now embarrassed. He’s just standing there, staring up at me, his eyes unreadable. “Aren’t you getting out?”

His eyes quickly scan over my breasts before moving down to my exposed thighs and staying there. “Yeah. I’m coming.” He smiles and I give him the middle finger. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughs while pulling himself halfway out of the pool. “You have such a dirty mind,” he says in a serious tone. “I’m not sure I can handle living with someone with such filthy thoughts. You just might corrupt me.”

I place my foot on his shoulder and give him a shove back into the water. He comes up laughing and flashes me his charming smile; the one that gets any and every girl in bed. For me, this smile makes me forgive him for anything that he ever does; it lets him get away with everything. This smile melts my heart. It’s the one thing that kept me sane as a child. Whenever I was sad he would flash that smile and point at his dimples and all of my worries disappeared. Now, he just flashes the smile. It still has the same effect.