GRIND

Doing something to me.

Please do it.

Alas, he slid closer to me and I held my breath. Please pin me against the side, make me a prisoner to your body. I’ll do anything. I want you. My insides screamed. Yet on the outside I knew it, I looked like a scared little kitten with doe eyes.

“Because of this.”

His strong hand reached for my dainty, fairy hand and placed it across it.

Fucking it!

Oh.My.Freaking.God. It was huge. And he was hard. For me.

I felt him throbbing and stiff for me.

My breath quickened and my nipples hardened so tight I could swear the little tie on my back come loose a bit.

Chapter 9

BRADLEY

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I had to do it. It was just a tie and I just distracted her with my cock. It was delicious the way her innocent, weak hand wrapped around my shaft. The shock in her eyes, priceless. Just a small movement with my fingers to unravel her swimsuit strings, a bit. She’d never know. Her eyes sought the privacy shades and she began to pull her hand away, but my hand wrapped around hers once more, keeping her firm around me.

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KATE

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Feeling shy, I began to pull my hand away from him but he didn’t miss a beat. He kept my hand on him. I could feel him throbbing.

“This is what you do to me, did to me.”

Oh good Lord. Pools of heat shot down my body like electricity and I swear my nipples felt so hard they hurt. So hard that…oh my God.

My top fell off and floated in the water before diving down in the water to its own adventures. Were my nipples that hard? Was I so in need of him my back arched and somehow…

The little triangles floated away before disappearing like a smiling and purring mischievous Cheshire cat. It flirted with the edge of the water before diving down past the bubbles to its own adventures like a little trickster fox. Shivers covered my upper body like a small little village of pleasure mountains. Brave snowflakes with the aid of the wind found their way under the covered terrace to kiss my searing skin, but there was one feeling that sent me over the edge.

His tender, wet lips across my shoulder.

They felt as soft as satin, but juicy and wet enough to reveal a slow, purposely teasing kiss, the trail of a tongue. Such trailing of small circles, made my pussy clench so hard, I swore I moaned in hot erotic pain. That slow circle teased me. He knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly. I held my breath as a flood of heat floated my way like a heat wave until his soft whisper registered in my eardrums. “There’s so many things I want to do to you right now.”

The confession of a lifetime. Words tried to form in my larynx. Words tried to form against my synapses. English? Spanish? Hell, just any sort of voice to signify hell yes, but nothing escaped because his teeth lightly bit my ear and I was seconds away from having to straddle him right there in the water.

BRADLEY

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I had her in my hands. I could tell. Oh, I could tell I had her desire bubbling like these waters. Flashes of scenes so hot sizzled across the movie screen in my dirty mind, of all the wicked things I could to do to her. I could lick her dry until she quivered and begged me to stop.

I could do that right here in the bubbles, as the cold teases her and makes her feel everything.

Or I could take her back to my room, the very room where I fantasized about her a thousand times. I could tie her up and make her my prisoner.

I’m a man without very much patience. I’d waited this long for so many years for her to even speak to me. I wanted to be a gentleman, but I’m a man. In hot need for her fucking body and that sweet pussy she’d teased me with all these years.

That wicked video was imprinted in my memory like my very own name and social security number.

The way her blossoming breasts fell so naturally. The perfect shape and perfect size. All natural.

Her flat stomach and curvy hips. The way she sounded.

Damn.

I swear my cock just grew harder, about to explode at the thought that she was a mere second or so away from this; her naked breasts fell heavily as I teased her with the light trailing of my tongue across her shoulders.

Well, she hadn’t seen anything of what was possible. Of how I could tease and taunt her clit so slowly as her hips bucked, while she's all mine. I wanted to see her do that.

I wanted her to beg and scream my name to stop, that she couldn’t take any more gut-wrenching, body-filling pleasure.

But then I remembered something as I lightly raked my fingers through her hair and swept them over her shoulder to be bare, lightly teasing her once more with my lips and tasting the salt of her skin. Something very important I once learned of the female body—a woman is like a tea kettle that needs to be warmed up to boiling. Before they explode. Judging by her heightened breaths and soft moans, and the beads of sweat that dressed her shoulders, well, this was about to be a hell of a shrill.

Slow...And oh, words. Dirty words. Blush-worthy descriptive words. But most importantly, make things veeeeery slow.

Chapter 10

KATE

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“I love to sweat. It's so good for you. Ahhhh…” He moaned in utter relaxation.

Huh? What the fuck did he just say? Wait, what? My eyes snapped open like an unpleasant 5 AM wake-up call from a bucket of cold water splashing my face as he laid his head back.

You uh…were just like, kissing my shoulder. So lightly. And making me all hot and so wet as you bit my earlobe.

I immediately felt his dizzying absence as if a draft blew my way; the holy of holies had just left my side and I wanted more. I inhaled so slowly before exhaling, trying to take all of this in. After all, I’d just literally felt his cock like seconds ago. Or was it a minute or two? Time was standing still.

Feeling exposed and hazy all of the sudden, I lowered myself slowly just a bit in the waters to hide my hard nipples. More like sank like a deflated balloon. I let my own head fall lightly against the edge as my eyes took a small peek his way. His eyes were closed.

“You taste so salty. You know what else I want to taste? That's driving me fucking mad right now?”

Oh shit.

He finally opened his eyes and turned his shoulders a bit more toward me. I felt like an unknown weight tied to my body suddenly was freed and I was floating into the skies to meet the home of the snow.

My insides flinched as I thought about how it would feel to be taken by one of the most beautiful men in the world.

I bit my lip, letting the flesh slide between my teeth.

His eyes studied my entire being as if I were a fascinating subject. Or a science experiment. I couldn’t tell. I mean, one thing was for certain, I certainly was not a Victoria’s Secret model like his ex girlfriend, or any of other Hollywood starlets he dated.

It didn’t matter. This was just going to be like a hook-up, right? My last moment of glory before he and I went our separate ways as the estate was finalized and my mother moved on with her life? Right?

He went to get library books. For me. A gesture that’s cost him a swollen ankle. Surely that means something. Something…

Nervous but curious of what would happen next, I grabbed my flute and drank it quickly before setting it back down, emptying it. It was so surreal. Everything. And I didn’t know what to do or how to behave. Seduction wasn’t my thing. I felt like prey, a little rabbit in the hands of a skilled hunter. I didn’t mind to be skinned alive by him. All these built-up feelings and denial came flooding in like floodgates of Niagara Falls.

The distance and time away was like an ironclad chastity belt over my feelings: safe, secure, and not one ounce of a chance of being in harm’s way.

He held the key now and all possibility of safety went out the window.

He didn’t miss a beat. As I mention

ed, science experiment. And like that, he slid a bit across the marble underwater bench to reach for more champagne, a gesture that caused his face to contort a bit from the obvious pain he was in from his-- oh shit, I totally forgot-- his ankle!

He could be missing a freaking leg and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think about was him being so hard. For me. I bit my lip again and quickly stammered in concern, “You, um, you should really ice that ankle. Isn’t, like, heat the worst for it?”

“I’ll ice it in a bit.” He was smirking, damn it, as he suddenly stood up on one leg giving me a full good look at it, as if he knew exaaaaaaaactly what he was going. Oh, he freaking knew. Holy mother, Moses, Josephine, and Jesus on a twelve layered wedding cake, I…uh…all of the blood from my heart rushed to particular two places, my face surely beet red, and down below, just straight to my lady center like a one way ticket from New York to Paris but on the express jet plane at rocket speed.

All the rumors of the celebrities and models, they notoriously talked about his member. Especially the drunken playmate on that stupid Howard Stern show. I know, I know…I wasn’t supposed to “know” any of this. But occasionally, I just knew and heard from friends in school who obviously didn’t know we were related. We don’t have the last name and, like I said, I acted like a way normal person unrelated to billions of dollars by marriage.

But now? Acting normal after I saw it in person? Holy hell no.

But they were definitely right. It was definitely long, and definitely thick. Of course it was. He was perfect. A Greek freaking god. Of course he acted the way he did in life with a cock like that.

I sat frozen like I swear a blow fish acts in the ocean when a giant great white shark passes by; it freezes and acts like it’s just a background in the murky waters. Yeah right.