Fallen University: Year Three
A second orgasm tore through me on the heels of the first, making my body jerk and my head drop back.
Too far back.
We overbalanced, and pure bliss flooded all my muscles a second before I hit the water, sinking beneath the clean blue depths as my clit throbbed hard with aftershocks.
Jayce released me, and I flutter-kicked in the water to right myself, laughing and gasping as my head broke the surface and my feet found solid ground again. My pussy was still clenching, my clit aching sweetly from the orgasm that had just torn through me.
“Oh, fuck, Pipes! Are you okay?”
Jayce was laughing too. His cheeks were flushed, and his ears were slightly red—probably from having the pressure of my thighs clamped around his head. He’d gone under the water with me when I tipped over backward, and he shook out his blond hair, making wet drops spray in all directions, before he reached for me, brushing my tangled dark locks out of my face.
“That wasn’t quite what I had planned,” he admitted sheepishly, biting his full bottom lip, although he was still grinning. “You’re hard to hold on to when you’re wet.”
I laughed even harder, feeling giddy and weightless from the two toe-curling orgasms and the sudden dunk in the pool. “There are about a million dirty things I could say to that, but I’m trying very hard to resist.”
His blue eyes darkened a half-shade, shining so intensely in the dimly lit pool house that they looked like pure cobalt. He reached for me and tugged me toward him, hauling my wet body against his as one leg slid between mine. His muscled thigh rubbed against my pussy, the coarse hairs on his leg a delicious rasp against my sensitive skin.
“In case you haven’t figured it out by now,” he murmured roughly, dipping his head to nip at my jawline. “I like it when you’re dirty.”
“Yeah?” I threaded my fingers through the back of his damp hair, riding his leg, already hungry for more. “Then make me fucking dirty, Jayce.”
His nostrils flared, and a heartbeat later, he palmed the back of my head, kissing me as if every other kiss up to this point had just been a rehearsal. He tasted like chlorine and me, and his teeth scraped against mine as he took the kiss so deep I had a fleeting fear that both of us would drown.
Still holding me tightly to him, he walked through the chest-deep water to the edge of the pool, and when we bumped up against it, he tore his mouth from mine.
“Grab onto the edge, Pipes. Hold on. Don’t let go.”
I didn’t hesitate, unwinding my arms from around his neck and spreading them out to either side, gripping the rounded edge of the pool. My legs were still wrapped around Jayce’s waist, and he hooked his hands under my knees, spreading my thighs wide. The only sounds in the large pool house were gentle splashes and our quiet breaths as we both looked down through the clear blue water to where his cock nudged at my entrance, sliding between my pussy lips.
The water distorted the image slightly, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t look away, and neither could Jayce as he finally began to push inside, sheathing himself in my core.
When he bottomed out inside me, he didn’t even hesitate before pulling out and plunging back in, and the water sloshed around us with the movement of our bodies.
“Fuck. It’s always better. Every damn time.”
Jayce’s words sounded almost tortured, and I knew how he felt. It’d gotten better and better for me too, as the bond between us had strengthened, as we’d learned each other’s bodies and found each other’s turn-ons. As I had fallen in love with this man.
And sometimes it almost hurt, how good it felt.
How right it felt.
As if it was more than my body could take. As if two people shouldn’t be able to generate this much pleasure between them.
“I know,” I murmured, catching his gaze as he looked up into my eyes. “I know.”
A muscle in his jaw jumped, and his grip on my legs tightened as he spread them wider, holding me open for him as he drove into me over and over. The water around us rose and fell in little swells as it slapped against the side of the pool, splashing harder and harder until it began to spill over the edge.
My fingernails scraped against the slick tiles as I held on for all I was worth, refusing to look away from Jayce’s face as th
e hellhound—the sweet, funny, beautifully fierce hellhound—fucked me with a single-minded determination.
When he adjusted his grip, holding me under the ass to adjust the angle, I hooked my heels around his waist and let the water buoy my body. Still holding onto the edge of the pool, I arched my back, crying out loudly into the large echoing space as I came hard again.
“Oh shit, Piper. You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. So fucking tight.”
Each word was punctuated by another hard thrust, and I felt the moment Jayce came too. He froze inside me, his cock jerking as his cum flooded my womb. I had arched my spine so much that my breasts were poking out of the water, and he dropped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth, drawing it deep in long pulls that sent jolts of sensation ricocheting through me.
My pussy clenched around him again, and he shuddered against me.