Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,58
would follow, maybe even convince him to sleep over.
When I returned, I’d hoped he would be naked. No such luck. He looked deep in thought, and I couldn’t help but think bringing up his family and taking it to such a personal place wasn’t the best idea. I needed something to salvage this night. I sat in the chair next to him, pouring myself some more wine with a smile. I couldn’t remember being so attracted to someone—ever. “What would you like to do now?”
His finger steepled and a spark flashed in his eyes. “What are you comfortable with?”
I held his gaze. Now wasn’t the time to be unsure. Either I was going to continue this, or snuff it out. “Everything.” I lied. Yeah, I’d done the usual, but hardly anything that would be considered kinky. Especially with the crowd around here. They wore their kink like a fucking badge of honor.
“How about a swim?” he suggested, his hands already at his waistband.
“Sure.” I wasn’t going to refuse seeing that lean, muscled body. Had to be about my height—six-two. I stood and walked to the edge of the pool. He leaned in, lowering his lips against my ear, circling the outer-shell with his tongue. “Tonight’s your turn,” he said, grabbing my cock through my pants and giving it a quick pump.
His caramel eyes held me in place. I could only respond with my words. “Yes,” I breathlessly answered. I was the first to remove my shirt and kick off my pants. I walked to the deeper water, and dove in expertly.
When I came to the surface, I heard his deep chuckle, and it made my balls tighten. It was a beautiful, starry night—the moon high in the sky. I was thankful to have the house all to myself for once. I felt at ease instead of lonely. My arousal was high, and I was ready for the games to begin. I continued to tread water and waited for his entrance. Tonight, there was no dive. Instead, he chose to wade in slowly, his cock springing to life with every anticipated step. My hand firmly held my own. It was poetic the way the water broke over his thighs as he neared.
He swam the rest of the way to me and held his hand out for mine. I took hold, letting him pull me into his arms. One arm secured me against his chest and his lips started working mine with skill. God, yes, I wanted this, and I wanted to scream it. I wanted all of LA to know my excitement, but I kept it down as his lips dotted heated kisses along my neck, nipping as he went along. The shadow of bristled hair along his jaw scratched my face, and left behind a burning sensation I felt clear to my balls.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” he murmured, swallowing my next question: How long?
I shivered from his heat, the way his mouth worked against my own, and the way he not so subtly ground his hard cock against my thigh. I hadn’t been kissed like that in so long. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed the foreplay. I was usually already on my knees by this point, so, kissing wasn’t even an option. My tongue met his again with a fiery passion I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Intoxication. The water hindered our movement, as erotic as it was. I needed to touch, to feel, to explore him thoroughly. His kisses were hungrier now, and I wanted more. More of him. More of everything. A familiar stir settled in my balls, and I groaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. What I wouldn’t give to have that mouth on me—there.
We needed to move and quick. “We have to move to shallow water or I’ll drown. The last thing I want to concentrate on is staying alive.”
He dipped below the surface and kicked off the wall swimming the length of the pool underwater. I met him at the end where the slope was a gradual incline, the water just above our knees.
“Last night you took care of me. Tonight, I want to do the same for you,” he said, stroking my cock a few times. The heat from his body was paralyzing, the look in his eyes captivating, and I wanted to overdose on both.
The thought of his mouth on my cock got my attention. “If you keep stroking