I cup her ass and yank her off the wall, walking us as fast as the damn water will allow over to the stairs. My toes stub the last step and I lean forward dropping her perfect ass onto the wide smooth concrete step three from the bottom. She spreads her legs farther apart and I’m able to slide right between them and up her torso, gliding mine against hers. I yank at her skimpy little bikini top. “Now let me give those nipples the attention they’re begging for.”
“Billy, you fucking egomaniac,” she says flatly but her hands are weaving into my wet hair.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” I reply, fingers skimming the corner of her triangular top. “You drive this, not me. I’ll stop right now if you command it. Say it.”
Her silence is my dream come true and I grin at her before I close my eyes, tug the fabric away, and wrap my lips around her left nipple. She sighs so loud and long it turns into a moan, and I feel it in my tight, aching balls. Her puckered skin across my tongue is heaven on earth. It’s also nowhere near enough. I snake a hand down that taut tummy to her bikini bottom. She thinks I don’t know her, but I do. I know if I tear them off her body, like I want to, she’ll freeze up. She’s not a prude, but she’s got boundaries she enforces like a bouncer at an over capacity nightclub. So I hold back and simply tug on them lightly and slip my hand inside. It’s surreal, feeling her wetness on my fingertips while surrounded by water, but I do feel it. And it makes my dick throb.
I gently rub her clit and equally as gently bite her left nipple and she arches her back and my name leaves her mouth in a gasp. Her left hand floats through the water, and her fingertips reach for me and manage to graze my hip. The water swirls around my cock as her fingers almost catch it, but I pull away. My lips move up the column of her neck. “No baby,” I growl and capture her wrist. “This is all about you.”
“Why?” Frankie whispers back. There’s frustration in her tone that makes me very happy. She wants me. “This is never happening again, let me make sure you enjoy it.”
It’s cute she honestly thinks that this is going to start and end tonight. We have been an unfinished chapter far too long to be written to completion in one damn night. I kiss her, stopping any further questions or protests, and slide a finger through her wet folds. Her back arches again and she moves her hands to wrap around my neck. Her legs part further and I press into her body with my torso as I add another finger and pump into her slowly, teasingly. “My God, James….”
“First name,” I demand because I know it’s a distancing technic. “My fingers are inside your body and I’m going to make you come until you see stars, so use my first name, Frankie.”
“Argh,” she groans, frustrated with my words or the fact that I am going so damn slowly. Either one is valid. “Just fuck me.”
“I am, love,” I whisper back and kiss her again, my thumb circling her clit while my fingers curve just the slightest bit inside her, pushing into that soft, deep, unmistakable button.
“Billy…”
Is it egotistical or insane that my name moaned out of her perfect lips is making me fight off an orgasm? I push my tongue into her mouth and develop a rough, but perfect rhythm with my fingers. She grabs my shoulders, nails sinking in as her back arches. “I want your dick,” she manages to demand into the kiss.
“You’re not the boss of me, yet,” I remind her, curving my fingers again in an effort to make her break. She shudders, losing ground on that edge she’s metaphorically perched on, but she doesn’t fall.
“If you don’t fuck me now, you’ll never fuck me.” I think she thinks she means that.
“Francesca, you’ll get fucked when you’re good and ready.” She’s not ready. I mean, she is physically—my wet fingers and the way her pussy pushes and pulls against them is proof—but she isn’t emotionally. And if I’m honest with myself, maybe I’m not either. I need to make this less frenetic, less passionate, less everything, in order to fuck her. Because it can never be an emotional act for me. I promised myself. Not until racing is over. Then my heart can play along with my dick.
And right now, as she fights to keep her eyes open and focused on my face, as she bites the bottom lip of that mouth that tastes as delicious as I remember, as she pants out her breath because of my touch, the seventeen-year-old boy who fell madly in love in five hours is fighting to remain in control. I can’t fuck her tonight, even if she’s right and I never get another chance. I can’t.
Clarity surfaces through the fog of lust in her eyes. In a blink, one of her hands slips from my shoulder and with a splash of water suddenly her fingers are wrapping around my cock. I open my mouth to argue but she starts stroking me, and the words become a grunt of satisfaction. “I’m ready and so are you.”
She strokes again and I thrust with her fisted hand around me. Our lips brush again, and she opens for another scorching kiss, but I am too busy biting back another groan. My fingers barely moving inside her now. All I can think about is replacing them with my dick. It wouldn’t have to mean anything. It might be easier to seal the deal tonight instead of prolonging it. I know I said the chapter needs longer to be finished, but would a hasty ending be the end of the world? What if we don’t get another night? The universe has proven it’s a fickle bitch when it comes to us.
“I want to fuck you more than I want another championship,” I confess.
“So do it.” She strokes me again. And again. “I don’t just want to ride your dick. I need to, Billy. Please. I’ve been ready since I was eighteen.”
Oh God… I can’t.
So instead, I smile and use my free hand, the one not inside her, to wrap around her wrist and pull her grip off my cock. If it could disown me, it would. “Let me double check that you’re ready.”
I pull my fingers from her pussy, take a breath, and sink. Submerged under water, I grab onto her open thighs and pull my face closer, opening my mouth and covering her pussy with it. She comes immediately. I feel it as soon as my tongue slides inside her and she spasms around me. I’m blowing air hot and hard out of my nose to keep from drowning, and I know I only have seconds so I press into her and she presses back, riding my face with abandon. Her salty taste mixes on my tongue with the water, and I know I’ll have to do this again. Soon. I deserve to savor her. Just one more time… right before I fuck her. And then this will be done. Our race will be complete, and we’ll both have won. Tonight, only she takes the podium.
I run out of air and burst to the surface of the water. She’s lying on the wide stairs, her torso exposed, nipples still pebbled, her head tipped back as she struggles to calm her breathing. The ends of her long hair float across the surface of the water, and she looks like a mermaid… after it’s climaxed thanks to a pirate’s tongue.
“You look…”gorgeous, heavenly, perfect. “Satisfied.”
“I’m not,” she replies but it’s too weak and breathy to be completely true. “I still want you to fuck me.”
“Good because I still want to.” And before I can add the most important part, which is ‘just not tonight, love,’ there is a ding. It’s the very formal, very proper, and very terrifyingly intrusive ding of the elevator reaching the roof.
She hears it too and reacts the exact same way, with panic.
She bolts from the pool, managing to get all the parts of her swim wear back in the proper place, as I swim like an Olympian to the wall of the pool closest to the doors and press my body flush against the wall so whoever is about to step onto the roof won’t see I’m naked. Thank God my dick is rapidly deflating so it isn’t being crushed at full mast against the wall. My forearms flatten against the side of the pool deck just as Lucia steps off the elevator.
She’s removed her make-up from the party and her dress. She’s in an oversized Mirabella Racing shirt and a pair of lounge pants. Her hair, darker and curlier than Frankie’s, is in a topknot like her sister sported before I messed it up when I pulled her into the pool.
