Just Lunch (3 page)

He groaned, long and low, and rested his forehead against mine, squeezing my ass with one hand as his whole body tensed. Balls tight, he came hard, chuckling as his spasms died down. “Fuck, Lexi, I think the last time I came from a hand job was when I was in high school.”

I giggled. “I think the last time I gave a hand job in a hot tub was when I was in high school.”

He pulled me closer, and I wrapped my legs around him once more, disappointed I no longer had anything hard to grind against. My disappointment didn’t last long. “I’m told the jets in these tubs can do more than make bubbles,” he hinted. He kissed me, sucking on my lower lip.

My insides melted. “Oh yeah?” I prodded.

“Mmm hmm. Let me show you.” Turning me around to face the beach, he guided me up to the edge of the hot tub, a powerful jet right in front of me. Brushing his hand down my belly, he pushed my panties off, tugging me back to lean against his chest. A surge of lust saturated every cell in my body, and I knew I was completely at his mercy tonight. He nudged my legs apart and moved me into position in front of the jet. The water rushed against my clit, and I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “How does that feel?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear.

“Not as good as your cock would feel, but I’ll take it,” I answered.

“How about this instead?” His fingers found my clit and soon his thumb slid inside me from behind, pushing right against my sensitive G-spot. I gripped the edge of the hot tub and whimpered.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Really good,” I breathed, relaxing back into his chest. He pressed his lips against my neck, sucking gently as he applied just the right amount of pressure with his thumb. His free hand caressed my breasts, pulling on my nipples. Between the water streaming from the jet and his rhythmic massaging of my tight cluster of nerve endings, my orgasm built quickly. His fingers brushed across my clit and sent me over the edge, my head falling onto his shoulder. He held me tight as I pulsed with the spasms of a crazy strong orgasm, his thumb continuing to rub me. As I calmed down, he slowed his pace, returning his fingers to my swollen bud to extend the waves of pleasure still rolling through my body. When I was finally finished, I turned toward him and sucked his earlobe between my lips. “That was fucking amazing,” I sighed.

“Good,” he grumbled, guiding me away from the jet and sliding his hands across my belly, pulling me to him. He settled into the long bucket seat on one side of the hot tub and held me on his lap. He was ready to go again. His hands roamed over my body, stroking every inch of skin he could reach. I closed my eyes, loving the way his touch sent shivers up my spine.

“Watching you come made me want you even more,” he whispered into my ear. Lust coiled deep inside my gut.

I arched my back and rubbed my ass against his cock, his hands tightening on my hips. “If you can find a condom, you can fuck me all night long.”

He nudged me to the side, water sloshing in waves around the tub. “I’ll find one. I’ll drive to the fucking store if I have to,” he swore, leaping out of the hot tub and landing on the deck, his raging hard on bobbing in front of him. Completely naked, he looked exactly like the Adonis statue. If Adonis had a hard on. And a big cock.

I laughed, taking in the beautiful sight of him completely naked as he helped me climb out. “I’ll be in the shower washing off the chlorine. You know where to find me.” As soon as my feet hit the deck I was in his arms, tongues twisting and hands roaming greedily. If we kept this up, we’d be fucking on the deck within seconds. Not to mention the fact that anyone who might happen to be walking by on the beach had a clear view of us buck naked, necking like teenagers in heat. Hands on his chest, I broke off the kiss and pushed him away. He looked at me with a crazed expression in his eyes, coming back toward me for more, but I pushed him away again. “Go!”

He grabbed a towel and tossed it to me, wrapping the other around his waist as he charged through the sliding glass door. I followed him, tucking my towel around me, laughing to myself as I headed toward the bathroom. Austin was a man on a mission, and I heard him rummaging around his bedroom closet as he mumbled to himself. I leaned into the massive shower, turning on the water and stepping back to let it warm up. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him head from his bedroom to his office, pausing when he saw me standing at the door of the shower. “Any luck?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he replied, sounding frustrated.

“Keep looking,” I teased, and dropped my towel, stepping into the shower. I watched his eyes wander over my body, lips parted in anticipation.

“So not fair,” he growled, rushing out of view. I turned to the spray of hot water streaming out of the showerhead, relishing the way it felt against my skin. All of a sudden, a rush of cold air swept over my back and Austin stepped in behind me, pulling me back against his chest, hands sliding up my stomach to grab both breasts. Between the fingers of one hand was a foil packet, and I’d never been so happy to see a condom in my life. “Jackpot,” he said against my ear, one hand moving across my belly.

“Please tell me there’s more than one,” I begged, rocking my hips against what I wanted inside me so badly, I was ready to turn around and jump him.

“There’s three,” he whispered, spinning me around and trailing his smoldering gaze from my neck to my knees. Blood rushed past my ears, and he pressed me against the tile, ice cold against my blazing skin. One hand drifted between my legs, fingers dipping inside me before pulling out to tease my clit. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, and a noise rose from deep in his throat as he claimed my mouth. I smoothed my palm down his chest and wrapped my fingers around his length, my strokes lazy yet deliberate. Lips parted, we watched my hand pump him, and I wondered how long we could hold out before we both lost our minds. Another minute and I’d probably be demanding to be fucked.

We’d clearly been having the exact same thought, because just then he pulled away, reaching for the condom he’d dropped on the shower floor. Ripping it open, he sheathed himself and turned to me. I wrapped one leg around his waist and positioned his head against my wet, greedy core. “You ready?” he asked, gaze steady with mine. I nodded, tilting my hips to push onto his tip. Nothing could have prepared me for the jolt of pleasure that curled through my body as he filled me. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and shifting my hips so I could push him deeper. His hand gripped the back of my thigh and he lifted me, draping my other leg around his waist. He moaned, his head falling back as both hands gripped my ass to pull me snuggly against his cock. I rolled my hips in a circle, grinding against him, and we simultaneously moved in for a kiss. Our lips hovered a centimeter apart as we gasped for breath, preparing ourselves for the onslaught of ecstasy that was about to happen.

His hands had a firm grip on my hips, and his strength allowed him to effortlessly fuck me where he stood. My recent orgasm made me much more sensitive than usual, and the sensations tingling through my body made my toes curl. He paused and switched off the water, stepping through the shower door and heading for his bedroom. “I want you in my bed,” he said, locking eyes with me. I shivered, partly because of the cold air against my wet skin, partly because of the intensity I saw in his eyes.

The bed was a fluffy cloud beneath my back, and I sank into the comforter as the weight of his body pressed me down. Within seconds, he’d set a steady rhythm, and as I raised my hips to meet his, I felt the pressure start to build inside me. “Your cock feels amazing,” I whispered in his ear, and he growled and picked up his pace. I pulled his face closer and kissed him, swiping my tongue through his mouth, moaning when he buried himself balls deep. “I want to get on top,” I told him, pushing him over and tumbling on top as he rolled. Once our bodies were reunited, I circled my hips, savoring the feel of his rock hard length on different nerve endings inside of me. He watched through heavily lidded eyes as I took one of his hands and smoothed it over my body, from my hip to my mouth, stopping to suck on one of his fingers.

“Oh my God, you feel incredible,” he panted, his gaze trailing along the blazing path his hand made back to my hip. He tucked his hand against my butt cheek and rolled me onto my back, bodies still attached as he shifted closer to pump deep into my core. His fingers intertwined with mine, raising my arms above my head as he pinned me to the mattress, driving into me possessively. On his last thrust he cranked his hips in a circle, igniting a bonfire of nerve endings inside my walls. He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, clutching my hips to pull me to my knees. I cried out when he shoved back into me, shocked by the different sensations this angle provided. It seemed every new position we tried touched places no one else had never reached. His hand came between my legs as he moved, and his fingers on my clit pushed me closer to the edge. I pumped my ass back to meet his every thrust, and it wasn’t long before an orgasm ripped through my body. He was right behind me, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulsed against me. His hand trailed down my spine and over my hip, squeezing my ass before he pulled out.

We collapsed flat on our backs, panting for air. His hand found mine and we lay there, holding hands as our heart rates slowed. It was such a small gesture, but the tenderness of it surprised me. Casual sex rarely crossed the line into affection, but Austin had a way of making me feel special. He was a rare breed: gorgeous, sexy, and a total sweetheart.

As if to prove this point, he rolled toward me, splaying his hand across my belly and turning me to face him. We kissed, sweet lingering kisses, and he pulled me closer, fitting his body against mine. I slid my knee between his thighs and nuzzled into him.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you,” he said, grazing his fingertips down my spine, over my hip, and back up again.

“Me too,” I agreed. “You don’t know how many times I had to stop myself from kissing you.”

“Same here.” He kissed me again, and we lay in satisfied silence for a couple minutes. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t move,” he instructed, rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom. I stretched out across his bed, squeezing my thighs together, the aftershock of sensations sending a shudder through my body. Austin was an incredible lover. I watched him stroll back to bed, smiling as I took a mental picture of his jaw-dropping physique. He snuggled close, turning me so we could spoon. His arm settled under my neck, and he reached for the hand of my outstretched arm, interlacing his fingers with mine. I sighed and sank back against his body. “You are so incredibly sexy. You were even better than I imagined,” he said quietly into my ear. “And this body…” His hand traced from my thigh to my belly, coming to a stop as he cupped my breast.

I rocked my hips back, moaning when my butt cheeks stroked along his dick. “Keep touching me like that and we’ll need another condom,” I warned.

He chuckled next to my ear, which somehow turned me on more. Even his low, rumbling laugh was sexy as sin. “How about we take a break and go for a walk on the beach?” he suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” I said. Dipping my toes in the Pacific was one thing I’d yet to experience. Who better to do it with than Austin? “Will you lend me clothes?”

“Of course I will,” he replied. Shifting to his hands and knees, he leaned down to kiss me before he hopped up. His kiss was accompanied by him brushing my hair off my forehead and cupping my face with his hand, and my heart melted. This was not the kind of reaction I wanted to have to his sweetness; this was supposed to be a one night thing, nothing more. But his tenderness and intimate gestures had me feeling emotions I should not be feeling. This was exactly why I hadn’t slept with him before he’d left Atlanta.

Get your shit together,
I told myself, rolling off the bed and following him into his closet. He’d pulled on some boxer briefs, and he handed me a grey t-shirt and black boxers. I went to look for my bag, suddenly remembering I’d left it in the bathroom. Austin watched as I strolled past his bedroom door, grinning as he pulled a white t-shirt over his head. “What are you smiling at?” I asked, unable to stop myself from grinning back at him.

“I love that you’re walking around naked,” he said. “I could watch you walk around naked all day.”

“We probably wouldn’t get much accomplished if I walked around naked all day,” I pointed out.

“We’d do nothing but have sex,” he agreed.

Just the thought of an all-day sex marathon with Austin made me quiver. Shaking my head, I stepped into the bathroom, grateful for a moment to compose myself. After I dressed, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and crazy hair were just another reminder of the last hour I’d spent in Austin’s arms, and a tremor ran through me as the flush on my cheeks spread down my neck.
Easy, Lexi. You can do this. This is no big deal.
I ran a brush through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail, and swiped on some tinted lip balm. When I emerged, I found Austin sitting on the couch in mesh shorts and a pullover hoodie. Rocco was sitting next to him but came running to my side as I moved toward them.

Austin rose and held out a zip-up hoodie. “You’ll need this.”

“Thanks,” I said, slipping it on and zipping up. It was enormous, completely covering the boxers I wore, but it was cozy warm and smelled just like Austin. There was no way I was giving this back. He reached to tug the hood over my head and pulled me toward him, locking his arms around my hips to hug me close.

“You look great,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss me. I sighed, skimming my hands up his chest and around his neck, rising onto my toes to press my lips against his. Soft and slow began to shift into slow and sensual, and he pulled away before things got too heated. “Fuck, Lexi, I can’t kiss you without wanting to push you down on the floor and touch you,” he lamented.

“You can push me down on the floor when we get back. I want my feet in the ocean first.” I gave him a quick peck and headed for the sliding glass door. His reflection showed him following me, letting Rocco slip out with us. As the three of us made our way to the water’s edge, he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. I glanced over at him and he smiled, looking very content.
This doesn’t mean anything,
I thought.
This is just sex!
I’d have to keep reminding myself of that fact. My heart didn’t need to be doing any more melting; I needed it solid when I left here.