Hard Pass by Sara Ney Page 0,66

neck, legs wrapping around my waist—I’m surprised by her unabashed affection, but not put off by it and I weave my arms around her bottom, cupping her ass. Hoist her up.

Kiss her mouth.

“Aren’t you worried about shrinkage?”

I pull back and look at her. “Shrinkage?” I drop her, letting her sink under, and she rises, sputtering.

“You brat!” Splash. “You dropped me!”

“My dick does not shrink in cold water!” The temperature of the pool is a blissful eighty-five degrees: not too warm, not too cool, definitely not cold enough to shrink my cock.

“Are you sure?” One of her eyebrows is raised arrogantly.

“See for yourself,” I tease, not thinking she’s actually going to dunk beneath the water and tread in front of my dick, eyes wide open, bubbles hitting the surface and popping.

I watch, spellbound as her hand reaches forward, wraps around my somewhat flaccid cock and tugs gently.

Miranda reemerges. “Big deal. You’re a shower AND a grower.”

That’s a good thing—everyone knows that.

She wraps around me again and this time, I don’t dump her back into the water, instead walking us toward the edge of the pool where a bench is built into the side. It’s not nearly as deep, but we can bob here, kissing without me nearly drowning us both.

“It’s so nice that you’re tall,” she tells me, kissing the underside of my chin. Neck. Collarbone. Wet lips, wet skin. “I like being carried around—you should do it more often.”

“Carry you? I can do that.” She’s light and naked, entire body smushed up against me. Her boobs feel amazing.

I nibble at the side of her neck and she tilts it, giving me more access.

“Mmm,” she moans, fingers running through my drenched hair, nails massaging my scalp.

I heft her so her back is to the wall, ass perched at the edge of the narrow tile bench, pressing my pelvis and dick into the V of her thighs. Inviting. Warm. Even in the water, I can feel the heat of her pussy.

My cock twitches. Hardens.

“Does he want to play?” Miranda reaches below the water and grips it as I gasp, our movement causing a small ripple around us.

Holy shit her hand feels good.

I bite down on my bottom lip when she squeezes.

“Apparently.” We kiss again, my hand sliding up her skin to cup her bare breast, the nipple hard. Pert. Perfect.

“I hear having sex in water is like going down a dry water slide,” she muses, the tip of my dick now pressing against her clit, growing stiffer by the second.

I could make a habit out of touching her.

I kiss Miranda’s wet mouth; it’s warm and soft, tongue sweet. Her boobs? Blissfully flattened against my chest. My hand? Inching down her rib cage, fingers brushing along her side boob, down to grasp her hip.

She adjusts her position on the bench, moving closer toward me. Spreading her legs. Head tipping back.

I suck on her neck, mouth roaming, sun warming our skin as we make out and dry-fuck in the pool.

So hot. So sexy.

The sight of her wet hair and her glistening body has my cock so hard it’s painful, a porno of my own making—a wet dream turned reality.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers as the sprinklers on the lawn kick on, water spraying, casting small rainbows over the grass beyond.

Miranda’s hands travel from my penis up my abdomen, over my chest. She smooths her palms over my pecs, fingers circling my hard nipples, breathing heavy.

Scoots closer still. Pressing into me as if begging for it.

I inch forward, pelvis pushing.

She spreads her legs, tipping her head to the side, hair hanging and hitting the surface of the water, drenched at its ends. She lets her hands drop, one braced on the bench, the other reaching around to grip my ass, drawing me in.

Eases between our bodies and guides the head of my cock to the valley between her thighs, positioning it so it’s in the perfect spot, so if I were to push, I’d ease inside.

I push.

Little by little, I push, and fuck if it isn’t the most fantastic fucking feeling I’ve ever felt.

“Shit,” I moan as I’m welcomed, halfway in and stiff as a board. Burying my face in her neck, I push again. Again.

“Ugh,” Miranda moans. “Keep going.”

“Does it hurt?” I ask, eyes rolling clear to the back of my head from how tight she is.

“I mean, I could stand to use lube, but it’s not the worst.” Her breath hitches when I thrust in all the way. “God that feels