I stepinto the pool house, and the humid air hits me instantly—chlorine, lemon oil, and hydrangea. The pool is a clear blue, tiled from end to end, sunlight trickling through glass and making the water flicker on the ceiling. Hunter’s inside, waiting for me, handsome, muscular and predatory in swim trunks that show off his sculpted physique and massive package. There’s always this moment, right when I see him, when I think that this man will be the end of me. I absolutely love it.
I drop my bag by the door and walk barefoot onto the slick tile. He’s waiting at the far end, shoulders broad, abs tight, feet braced like a lifeguard. With a smile, Hunter crooks his finger.Come here, baby.
I’m still in my jeans and my favorite thrifted tee, but the pool area is private, soundproofed, ours. I move slow, letting him watch. The heat in his stare could set the water boiling.
“You swim already?” I ask, just to hear my voice bounce off the tile.
He shakes his head. “I was waiting for you.”
My pussy’s tingling already. “What if I got lost coming home from school?”
He grins, not even hiding it. “I’d come find you, sweetheart. You can’t escape me.” He pushes off the wall and comes toward me, easy and smooth, all muscle and want. “But yes, you’re late.”
“I stopped at the cafe.” I sit on a lounger, crossing my arms. “Had to see what I was missing.”
He stands over me, towering like a colossal statue. “And?”
I look up, and smile sweetly. “I like it better here.”
He bends down, hands on either side of the chair, and kisses me—gentle, at first, but quickly deeper, hungrier. He tastes like spearmint and salt and the heat of an aroused male animal.
I break away just long enough to murmur, “We’ll break the chair if we do it here.”
He shrugs. “That’s the idea.”
His mouth finds my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. He pulls my shirt over my head, slow, raising my arms, his lips never leaving my skin. When he gets to my bra, he unhooks it one-handed, tosses it aside, and mouths my big breasts, tongue flicking, teeth catching at the edge of sensation.
“Shit baby, are your tits growing? I’ve never seen breasts this big on a girl so young.”
I shiver, and not from cold.
“I don’t know, maybe? Mm, that feels so good!”
Hunter kisses down, tracing every rib. He kneels and undoes my jeans, pulling them off inch by inch, baring my ass and thighs, making a show of savoring every part of me. The lounge chair creaks under our weight.
He tosses my jeans, then lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, licking a slow line up my inner thigh until I gasp.
“I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing right at the seam of my panties. “You have no idea.”
I arch, daring him. “Show me, then.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He slides my panties off and buries his face between my legs, tongue hot and greedy. I dig my heels into his shoulders, hands grabbing for his wet hair, moaning as he teases and torments my slick folds, never giving me quite enough. My hips jerk up, and he holds me down, his hands strong and gentle at the same time.
“Oh!” I pant. “Yes, there, there!”
He licks and sucks until I’m shaking, begging, right on the edge, and only then does he stop. He stands, his trunks tented with need, and kisses me hard, letting me taste myself.
“Now,” he says, “you’re ready.”
He lifts me easily, like I weigh nothing, and carries me to the edge of the pool. The water sparkles, blue and inviting, and the sun makes his skin look carved from bronze. He slides me in, slow, and then wades in after, hands on my waist, legs tangling with mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck and let the water buoy me, pressing every curve of me against him. It feels so naughty to be nude in the pool, even though we have sex in the water all the time. Hunter’s cock is thick and hard under the suit, and I grind against it, watching his jaw clench with restraint.
“Take it off,” I whisper.
He pulls the suit down, freeing his cock. It floats between us, hot and thick, and I shiver with want.
“Turn around,” he commands, and I do, bracing my arms on the edge, my ass bobbing just above the waterline. I feel him behind me, pressing the head of his cock to my tight asshole, teasingmy back door. It’s not a new sensation—he’s had me every way possible, and I love the way he claims me, hard and deep.
