The way she rocks her hips against me, I know she can feel how hard I am, how much I want her. “Lisa,” I warn, dipping my head into her neck and sucking up some of the water clinging to her flesh.
“Hmmm?” she hums as my tongue worships the column of her throat.
“You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you in this pool in front of all these people.” My teeth latch on to a little bit of skin and she groans, bringing herself closer to me.
“Is that a promise?” Her whisper in my ear is like a stroke to my cock.
“Lisa,” I breathe, bringing my forehead to rest on hers. “Fuck, baby, I’ve been thinking of you constantly since we met.”
She hums again, an indulgent smile on her lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What have you been thinking about?”
“Your body,” I say without thinking. If I were a smarter man, I may have thought about a less objectifying answer. Unfortunately, her body is literally at the forefront right now, pushed against mine in a delightful, wet embrace.
The truth is, I’ve been thinking about her smile, her laugh, the way she arches a brow when I say something stupidly arrogant. The way she goes from confident bombshell to demure wallflower in the blink of an eye. I’ve thought constantly about the look on her face when she comes and the surprise when she comes again so soon after. Yeah, I’ve thought about her body, but it’s just one thing on a long list of things I can’t get out of my mind when it comes to this woman.
“And what exactly is it about my body that has you so distracted, Harry?” she asks, breathy and lustful, not at all put off by my shallow response.
“How it feels.” I kiss just below her ear, and she stretches her neck to give me better access. “How it responds.” I suck her earlobe between my teeth. “How good it’ll feel when I sink into your tight pussy.” I claim her mouth, hard and demanding. She gives as good as she takes, slipping her tongue past my lips to flick against mine.
I’m undone. My cock is painfully hard, pushing against her centre, aching for access but coming up against two layers of bathing suits. Lisa grinds down on me and I have to rip myself away from her kiss before I do something stupid andactuallyfuck her in the crowded pool. “Harry,” she gasps, breathing heavily.
“I’m having you now,” I growl, walking us to the side of the pool.
“I thought you were making me wait,” she says, too excited by my sudden lack of patience as I lift her onto the side.
“That was before the week of foreplay,” I grumble, hauling myself up and standing, holding out my hand to pull her to her feet. The air is freezing compared to the warmth of the heated water, but my dick doesn’t get the memo, still tenting my shorts like it’s fucking Glastonbury. I see Jake the other end of the pool, crowding a pretty brunette against the side. When I stand above them, he looks up at me.
“You need to find your own way back to the house.”
“Excuse me?” he asks.
“Make your own way home, I’m leaving.”
He looks momentarily affronted until he sees Lisa behind me, and he smiles at her. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey, Jake,” Lisa says behind me, the smile evident in her voice and I glower at my best friend.
He grins and gives me a nod. “Sure, stay safe.”
I frown at him. “I haven’t had anything to drink.”
He looks at my crotch with a raised brow. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Arsehole.”
“Prick.”
I flip him the bird and lead Lisa to the sunbed to collect my clothes. Let me tell you, pulling jeans on over cold, wet swimming trunks with a raging hard on is no easy feat. I deserve a medal. Lisa’s shivering, so I throw my towel over her shoulders as we find her things and I call a cab. Within twenty minutes, we’re back at my house and I’m silently leading Lisa up to my bedroom, but I divert and bring her to the bathroom first.
“What are we doing?” Lisa asks, a little of her confidence gone.
“Showering,” I answer, turning to pull her sweater dress up over her body. She raises her arms to help me, her purple bikini still wet and showing those hard little points of her nipples. Purple is my favourite colour now. I’m a grown-ass man with a favourite colour.
“Together?” She gulps.
