Obsession

“Maybe you ought to put cold water in that jacuzzi before you get into it.”

“I wasn’t going to get into it at all.”

Landon lifts my dress up over my panties to flatten against my back. He begins at my ankles, pulling my legs apart so he can get more easily at the flesh there. Simple strokes run fingers over my skin, a delicate pin point of pressure shooting bolts of pleasure through the rest of my body. From here I know he’ll be able to see my form. I know he’s seen it once already, but I let him get at it then, this is a different matter entirely. This is seeing the Christmas present before he knows when he can open it. Seeing the toy before he’s given permission to play with it.

“So, you did only come out here to massage me.”

“I’m putting on sunscreen, just so you don’t get confused.”

His hands creep up past my knee, teasing their way towards my inner thigh, before they retreat again, back to the tender flesh of my calf muscle.

“And you’re doing it so well, I won’t need to reapply it.”

“You might if you join me in the jacuzzi.”

“I thought you weren’t going to get in it.”

“That depends on how sweaty I get.”

“And what were you planning on doing exactly?”

His hands sweep towards my inner thigh again, one unbroken movement that whooshes them past my knee from my ankle. This time I feel his finger brush the edge of my panties and I have to concentrate hard not to show it affecting me.

“I was going to do a workout based on one single repeated action.”

He’s at the edge of my panties again, so close I can feel the heat of his hands in my pussy, and I know he’ll be able to feel the heat of my pussy against his hands. He whips them away before I get time to really enjoy it.

“Sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Oh, it is. You can join me if you like, I might even let you hold my balls.”

I don’t get time to respond, before Landon takes his hands away from me and stands back up. I don’t even get one last cheeky squeeze of my inner thigh. I guess I deserve that.

“You’re done.”

“Are you sure I’m completely covered?”

My pussy is fizzing, and I would love him to put his hands back on me. He’s hard, but I don’t want to point it out in case it gives him the wrong idea. The thing is, I’d love to have him fuck me right now. I’d love to have him put that enormous cock anywhere in my body. I’m not going to ask, and he knows I’m not either, which is why he’s not doing anything about it. It’s why he’s stopped mid massage, my pussy wet and his dick equally throbbing. It’s stalemate. It’s about who wants it the most and who can resist the longest. It’s sexual tension city and Landon and I are two runaway trains on course to crash at the main train station. It’s brilliant and awful all in one go, and I’m loving every minute of it.

“Oh, you’re covered alright. I made sure of that. The sun is just going to rebound off you.”

Well played, Landon. I have to admire him for that. Not only for showing resistance but for being intelligent enough to play the game. He’s just upped the stakes, and made me want him even more, which makes what happens from now on, even more dangerous.

I side eye him as he removes his T-shirt, secretly hoping he’s going to remove his board shorts too, which he doesn’t, of course.

“Going so soon?”

“I’ll be close by. You can entertain yourself with the view, I’ve heard it’s absolutely stunning.”

I hold up the bottle of sunscreen, my last trump card.

“Yo

u don’t want me to return the favor?”

Landon smiles. “I don’t burn so easily. Maybe you can just give me the massage part when I’m done.”

Not only has he left me throbbing, he’s also stuck the ball firmly back into my court. Ass-hole. I watch him toss a bunch of footballs down to the end of the garden, each one to a different spot, before he jogs after each one and repeats the action by throwing them back towards me.

Even though I’m supposed to be letting the sun get to my back, I find I can’t take my eyes off him, or his balls actually, especially when they are coming towards me so quickly I think I’m going to have to dodge out of the way, before each and every one, every single time, thuds against the foot of the decking so accurately he couldn’t do better with a programmed machine.

I watch him do this about half a dozen times, his bronzed skin sparkling in the sunshine and sweat building up across his forehead, his muscles tensing across his whole body and mine tensing so much too, I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement.

I already know he’s an incredible athlete, I mean I’ve seen him perform so many times it’s almost embarrassing, but seeing it so close up, really brings it home. I could watch this all day and not get bored of it, especially if it was always a private performance.

I know what this is. I know he’s doing this to get me excited, and although I don’t want to admit it, it’s totally working. Landon always looks hot, but right now, he looks absolutely unstoppable. I want that smoking hot strip of man flesh to show me what he can really do with his balls, and I want it now. I can’t resist any longer. He’s done it, he’s beaten me. He’s won.

My mouth is open to shout to him, the words are halfway out and I’m so overwhelmed by what I know I need to do before I lose my moment of courage, that I must misinterprete the sound, or just not hear it at all.

“There you both are.”

Landon freezes, while I turn so suddenly to see what I hope isn’t there, I tip the sunlounger and splutter spectacularly onto the decking. Marvin has just about enough time to duck, before the football whizzes past him and crashes through the french windows.