All logic is slipping away, and I’m giving into this need that my body has, a void that only he can fill, caution thrown to the wind.
His lips pull away, but he traps my little bud between his teeth, and he playfully teases me. Looking down and I see him peering up at me.
The sound of his popping lips fills the room. “Get out of the pool, April,” he demands.
I’m taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“Unfortunately for us, the friction of pool water is not in our favor. So, get the fuck out and walk slowly to the shower over there.” He tips his head to the stone wall with a shower behind it, the kind of shower you see at a spa after the sauna.
“What makes you think I will comply?”
He's quick to loosen the ties on both sides of my bikini bottom in one go.
“I don’t, but either way, you’re pretty much as good as naked, so I already win. Now be a smart girl and get out of the pool.”
His commanding voice is hard to resist, I admit.
He swims away and exits the pool, and I don’t feel any resistance inside of me, so I slowly swim a few strokes to the steps and, with a cautious sway, get out and walk to the shower where he is already under the spray of water.
“The friction of water isn’t in our favor, remember?” I retort.
He snags my wrists, yanks me forward, and turns us so my back is against the stone wall, with the shower over us. The whole move is kind of exhilarating.
“Pool water isn’t. The shower is different.”
He steps back, finishes the job of tugging my bikini bottom ties free, and throws the fabric to the side, leaving me naked. I should feel vulnerable, but he gives me the once-over, and I feel extremely turned on that he is assessing me like a prize. He reaches between us, and he hooks his finger to trace my pubic bone with a satisfied smirk.
“You always wax or just when you know that you want to fuck the guy whose house you’re staying in?”
My eyes blaze with slight fury at his words. He never needs to know that Imayhave gone for a quick wax before I drove up here a few days ago.
“Here is how this is going to go, April. You will be by my side at that charity event.”
“Oh gee, I don’t have anything to wear,” I counter with an excuse.
“I’ll arrange that.”
I roll my eyes. “Controlling.”
“Nah, controlling would be telling you that you’re not going to wear an ounce of fabric underneath the dress because we need you ready for every moment that I plan on punishing you for that mouth of yours that just runs wild with words.”
“I feel like this is a one-sided dislike. You keep making it sound as though I’m the only one in our dynamic who hates when we're together,” I say huskily as my mouth spars with his, trying to get a taste, but he denies me because taunting me is his game.
His fingertips travel up the side of my body as he presses his body into me. “Hate is a strong word, but damn, you are irritating. So irritating that I want to fuck you as a consequence.”
“Spencer.” My voice sounds more desperate than the warning that I intended.
He plants his long finger on my mouth to shush me. “The next time you open your mouth it better be to moan.”
Dropping to his knees, he brings my leg over his shoulder and his mouth covers my center. His tongue instantly hits my clit, causing my body to bolt from the momentary relief.
I voluntarily rest my arms by my head against the wall, a sort of surrender.
Spencer is relentless in his pursuit of my pussy. Jesus, that tongue is a weapon.
I feel like I’m nearly unable to breathe, only made worse when I look down to see Spencer on his knees and on a mission. And despite the water cascading down our bodies, I’m not sure the warmth is helping, as my entire body is peaked with arousal. Little goosebumps appear on my skin, and I feel like my balance is about to be lost.
Especially when he adds a finger to the equation and works his way inside of me.
