Lon glanced at the swimming pool. The water shimmered like midnight satin, beckoned like a lover. Dana followed his gaze. “Feel like a swim?”
“It’s a start.”
“Did you bring a suit?” she arched her eyebrows teasingly.
“My birthday suit,” he answered with a straight face.
“Then you’ve got it covered.” She shifted her gaze to two colorful rolled beach towels resting on a chair.
“Oh. I get a towel this time?”
“Come on.” Dana motioned with her head toward the pool. “Ready?”
Dana slipped out of her dress and padded to the pool, her firm, round ass sashaying for deliberate effect, he was sure. She paused and turned slightly to give him a teasing glimpse of her delicate face, succulent nipples on full tits, and a spring of pubic hair before descending the steps.
Lon tore off his clothes and hurtled himself into the pool with a tremendous splash, hell-bent on capturing the woman who was stealing his soul—one breath, one kiss, one smile at a time.
Dana squealed in mock alarm and fled for deeper water. He let her swim to the deep end before he caught her and dragged her into his arms. He sampled her lips, tormenting himself with just a taste until he could resist no longer and delved inside in a full-on assault. Mouths fused, limbs entangled, they sank beneath the surface. Bubbles tickled and kissed him, but all sensation paled compared to Dana’s body clinging to his, her lips fused to his mouth.
When the water conveyed them to the surface, Dana wound her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, smashed her breasts against his chest, and positioned her pussy within striking distance of his erection. He treaded water for both of them as Dana kissed him fiercely. Her tongue swept his mouth in hot, avid strokes. She nipped at his lower lip.
His impatient, greedy cock nudged at her entrance, eager to sink home. He couldn’t believe how tight she was—it had taken effort to work himself inside her. He shook with the need to have her hot pussy sheath his cock again, this time without a latex barrier. Just once.
Who was he kidding? Once would never be enough.
Dana tugged at the wet strands of his hair. She nipped his ear, her warm breath lighting a fire that traveled from his lobe down to his toes. When she closed her hand around his cock, Lon jerked as heat spiked into the white-hot zone. She stroked him with such perfect friction, he arched and shuddered.
He seized her breast in one hand and used the other to curl his fingers into her pussy, her wet warmth knotting up his insides. With both hands occupied, he was unable to tread water, and they sank beneath the surface again.
They rose, sputtering. “Let’s go to the shallow end. We’re going to drown,” Lon said.
Dana giggled. Her teasing laugh tantalized him like a siren’s song.
“Hang on,” Lon said. With Dana clinging to him, he crawled to the shallow end. As soon as he could stand, he lifted her legs around his waist again. Her plump, engorged cunt teased the head of his cock. So tempting—it would take only a push. Waves licked at his shoulders. He hugged Dana to his chest and waded toward the steps.
The plop-plop-plopping of the pool’s current echoed Dana’s heartbeat. As Lon carried her to the shallows, the smooth, crowned head of his cock teased the entrance to her pussy. Her stomach fluttered with eager expectation. She glanced up at the moon, imagined it winking conspiratorially at her.
You go, girl
. She’d shut off the gatekeepers, the thou-shalts and shalt-nots, and found herself whirling in bliss. Age
was
just a number, and right now, the only number that mattered was two. The two of them.
Dana lowered her feet until she stood on the bottom step. Lust smoldered in Lon’s eyes, but his grin held affection, contentment. Her heart contracted. When was the last time a man had gazed at her as if she was the most desirable person in the world? When had she felt the exact same way?
Lon brushed her temple with a gentle finger. “You’re fucking hot.”
Dana turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm before swaying forward. He met her halfway to capture her mouth in hungry demand, sending shivers of lust up her spine. When his mouth broke off from hers and sought the sensitive skin of her neck, her head lolled back of its own accord. His roughened jaw rasped against her skin as his soft lips kissed a wet trail.
But not as wet as she was. Her pussy throbbed with need, each pulse releasing a surge of moisture.
Dana splayed her hands over his chest to stroke his smooth skin, knead the muscles underneath.
Lon meandered from her neck to her breast and drew on a nipple, rousing a pang of pleasure clear into her womb. His lips and tongue played with a peak as he traced a path of fire with his fingertips from the other nipple to her abdomen. He rimmed her belly button before making his way to her wet curls. She widened her stance on the step, and he zeroed in on her clit. Dana moaned in pleasure as his fingers circled the nub.
Water lapped at his ball sac, but his cock jutted free. She gripped it, stroking his thick shaft until it leaped like a length of animated, heated steel against her palm. Her cunt contracted in eagerness. She swirled her thumb in the fluid that beaded at the slit and marveled at the contrast between the softness of his velvety head and the hardness of his shaft. She’d forgotten how incredibly rigid a younger man’s erection was, and Lon was hung better than most.
“You have a pretty cock,” she said.
He snorted. “My cock isn’t pretty.” He nipped the tip of her breast, and a tiny sting of pleasure-pain zipped through her. “Your tits are.” He probed the entrance to her cunt, then inserted a finger and thrust slowly in and out. “Your pussy is.” He followed with a second. He gazed into her eyes. “You are.”
Under his stroking hands, Dana arched with satisfaction, breathing through her mouth. She clamped her muscles around his fingers. “Well, I like it.”
He smiled at that. “Good. I plan for you and my cock to get to be best friends.”
Lon played her body as if it were a fine instrument and he were a virtuoso musician, creating quivering sensations with the stroke of his fingers, the pull of his mouth. Her desire ran hot, purifying in its intensity. It had been a long while since passion had fueled her libido instead of frustration.
Her pussy creamed over Lon’s skillful fingers. He teased her clit with an expert thumb, and the bud pulsed, sending a kick of bliss through her taut muscles. He sucked on her nipples, moving from breast to breast, never abandoning one for very long. His stubbled jaw grazed her sensitive skin, stirring shivery tingles every place it touched, while the suction of his mouth delivered sharp spikes of pleasure.
She milked his cock with one hand and wrapped her other hand around his neck to drag his face to hers. Lon treated her to long soul-melting kisses that had her moaning against his lips. His breathing grew ragged, as did hers, and their labored breaths sang in cadence.
Her pussy gave a pouting pulse, but the rest of her body gloated when he removed his hand from between her legs to roam over her thighs, her ass, her back, and her breasts. He kissed her neck, setting the skin afire there, and she felt rather than heard his sigh.
“Shit. My pants are on the chair.”
“You’re not going anywhere, I hope.” She rolled her head to the side to allow access to her neck.
Lon nipped her skin. “Rubbers.”
“What are they doing all the way over there?” She didn’t need them for birth control, but protection would be prudent.
Lon covered her mouth with another fierce, wet kiss, then broke off and released her. “Hold that thought.”
He bounded out of the pool. Dana chuckled; she’d hold that thought and others too. It wasn’t fair to other guys that so much gorgeousness was locked up in one man. Lon snagged his pants and yanked a strip of condoms from a pocket, pivoted, and grinned as if he’d achieved a victory. Dana’s laugh dissolved into a shudder of lust as she focused on the frontal view of taut, lean muscle. Lon’s long, thick erection bobbed as he dashed back to the pool. No, it wasn’t fair to other men.
He dropped the condoms at pool’s edge and jumped into the pool. Dana squealed and flinched as droplets and a wave of water hit her.
“Miss me?” His eyes glinted with carnal promise.
Dana focused on the pile of condoms. “Ambitious, are we?”
“You have no idea.” He hoisted her onto the pool deck. Standing between her legs, he captured her face between his palms. “Now, where were we?” He kissed her, fanning embers of passion to a blaze. Lon sucked gently on her lower lip, on her tongue, teasing her to deepen her response. She needed little coaxing to kiss him back as if this moment meant everything to her, because it did.
Just as her bottom balanced on the pool’s edge, so did her heart. Where would this moonlight escapade lead? She hadn’t anticipated getting involved with someone, had no idea her impulsive invitation to skinny-dip would lead to something like this. She had the uneasy feeling she was in over her head but flung her worries away and poured her intensity into her kiss. She roved her hands over Lon’s shoulders and chest as if to claim him as hers if only for an evening.
Lon groaned at her touch and dipped his head to suck on a taut nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. He continued his downward quest, and her breath caught in her throat as he revealed his intention in setting her on the deck. His wide shoulders wedged her thighs apart, and with his thumbs, he parted her folds, ducked his head, and swirled his tongue over her clit. She shuddered, electrified by the sharp-sweet pleasure the contrast of his soft mouth and roughened jaw elicited. He licked at her opening, then stroked inside with his tongue. His satisfied rumble was as much responsible for the lust that raced through her as his actual touch.
“Oh God, oh fuck.” Dana’s eyes widened as he penetrated her pussy with two broad fingers and continued to tease her clit. The pleasure was driving her insane, and she flailed her dangling legs. She lifted her feet and planted her heels on the deck’s edge, but that only increased his access—of which he took full advantage. The sight of him going down on her, his face buried in her pussy, intensified her excitement.
Clickety-clickety-clickety
. She rode a roller coaster of rapture, and every swipe of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers, impelled her higher up the track. “Oh God, Lon.” She neared the top.
She tore a condom from the strip, but her wet fingers couldn’t get a grip on the foil packet to open it. At last she managed to rip it open but dropped the condom in the pool. Lon’s shoulders shook with amusement, and his murmured, “Now you see why we need so many” sent an erotic puff of warmth over her sensitized skin.
Dana grabbed another condom but nearly pitched it when Lon resumed licking and sucking her already pleasure-seared clit. “You’re not helping!” she muttered.
He chuckled and lifted his head from her pussy to meet her gaze. “Now that’s a blow to my fragile male ego. I thought I was.”
Without the distraction, Dana got the wrapper open and unrolled the condom onto his cock, noting with triumph how he jerked under her touch. She had little time to gloat, though, because he curved his palms under her bottom and lifted her off the ledge and onto his cock, easing into her in a couple of gentle but firm thrusts. Dana moaned at the sweetness, the fulfillment, the sense of completion. Muscles tightened and clutched at him greedily.
He fucked slowly and thoroughly, content to push her up the roller coaster track of ecstasy one excruciating, ratcheted rung at a time.
Clickety.
Clickety.
Clickety.
“Oh fuck!” She reached the pinnacle of the coaster and sailed over the top, the track beneath her disappearing all together. The huge moon vanished, its glow obliterated by the brighter stars exploding behind her eyes.
Neighbors
, a tiny voice in her brain whispered, and she smothered a scream against the crook of Lon’s neck and shoulder. Protected by the eight-foot fence, they couldn’t see her, but they would be able to hear.
His long strokes picked up power and force. Lon groaned and shuddered as orgasm propelled him over the peak. His cock contracted in spasms and spilled into the condom.
Dana clung to him, panting, the thudding rhythm of her heart matching his. In an instant, she had shattered and been put back together, but in a different way, one in which her bones and muscles lacked strength to hold her upright. She never wanted to move, couldn’t imagine being anywhere but supported by Lon’s arms.
“Dana?” His voice rumbled in her ear.
“Umm?” She murmured, too content to form actual words.
“You’re biting me.”
She realized her teeth were embedded in the base of Lon’s neck. Horrified, she released her grip and jerked her head back. “I’m so sorry!” A red indentation marred his skin.
“It’s okay.” He chuckled. “I guess I’ve seen too many vampire movies; I was starting to wonder if you were trying to turn me.”
He laughed again, but Dana flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t believe I did that.” She couldn’t believe she’d done a lot of things—not the least of which was fucking him while her boss had listened in. By Monday, she was going to have to come up with a story.
“Don’t worry about it,” he repeated. “It’s a small price to pay.” His lips twitched.
“You’re going to have a hell of a hickey.” She eyed the reddish purple mark.
“I’ll wear it proudly.” He held the condom in place so Dana could lift herself off him.
He climbed the steps out of the pool, then reached down and extended a hand to Dana. When she was out, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her before breaking off to rest his forehead against hers. He smiled, the curve of his lips holding contentment and satisfaction but also a hint of shyness. That small chink in his armor more than the heat that had blazed between them evoked a quiver in her legs.
Oh, Dana. You are so done for.
Chapter Four
Lon let himself out of Dana’s house in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Everything within him demanded to remain in bed with her curled around him, but he had to report for his shift in a few hours. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d performed his rounds with scant sleep, but it would be for the most satisfying reason.