The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,32

as this shirtless guy half my age fucked me with his incredible mouth, but the picture of it stormed into my mind and amplified the lust coursing through my veins.

His tongue abruptly ceased moving, and something suspiciously like concern tinted his voice. “You okay?”

I’d had my eyes closed to better enjoy, but they flew open and I lifted my head to peer down my body at him in confusion. What had I done that had him worried?

Troy sensed the question in my mind and delivered a soft smile. He smoothed his palm reassuringly up and down the inside of my thigh and his voice was as gentle as his touch. “You’re shaking.”

Warmth bloomed in my cheeks. “I haven’t had anyone pay attention to me in a long time.” I said it quickly before I thought better of it. “I feel like a virgin.”

The deep noise of satisfaction he gave hit me like a wave. My head fell back to the counter with a loud bang, and then his mouth returned, nuzzling into me. He found my clit and closed his lips around it, and I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. Like all the pent-up sexual desire he’d filled me with released in that instant.

Each flick and flutter of his tongue made my legs shake harder and my heart pound faster. I had to drag air in and out of my lungs while I squirmed under the pleasure he gave.

“I like paying attention to you,” he whispered, his lips moving against the most intimate part of me.

I was going to fly apart. Vibrate right off this countertop and burst into a million pieces. Since the surface was smooth beneath me, there wasn’t anything to grab onto other than us, so I filled my hands with my breasts, massaging and teasing. Troy groaned his approval at what I was doing, his eyes hazing with lust. I’d never felt more sexually alive or powerful than I did in this moment.

Moans dripped from my lips as he coaxed them from me. He’d picked up speed and focused on my clit, and his palm against my thigh pinned me to the counter, holding me open for him. He swirled the tip of his tongue, causing electric shocks to fire across my nerves.

It was erotic and sensual.

Huge gulps of air from me were separated by needy whines. I was close—so fucking close—and the intensity of my approaching orgasm pressed down until it was all I could think about.

“Oh, oh, oh . . .” I gasped.

Heat swept through my body, radiating ecstasy outward until every inch of me was tingling with bliss. As I shuddered, it was just enough to break the contact from Troy’s mouth and he straightened, looking down at me as my climax rolled through.

He didn’t say anything as I slowly recovered, but he didn’t have to. His expression announced exactly how pleased he was with himself, and ‘smug’ was a good look on him. Having this gorgeous guy with a sculpted chest loom over me was amazing, but as he wiped a hand over his mouth and delivered a satisfied smile, it was nearly too much. Aftershocks of pleasure rocketed through my system.

Blood pumped loudly in my ears, but when it began to slow, I closed my eyes and threaded a hand through my long bangs, brushing them back. What was he thinking about as I lay there motionless before him, my trembling legs loosely wrapped around his hips? He’d confessed he’d wanted this for a long time. Had I even come close to meeting his expectations? He’d exceeded mine so spectacularly.

The first orgasm I hadn’t achieved by myself in years.

He stood there and smiled like I’d given him pleasure and it wasn’t the other way around.

I pushed up onto an elbow, hooked a hand behind his neck, and jerked him down to my lips. He had to slap a palm down on the counter beside me to keep from falling into me. My action hadn’t been graceful. I’d put too much force into it, but it got the job done, and our fumbling kiss strengthened as I plunged my tongue into his mouth.

While my body was cooling post-orgasm, his was heating up.

The heavy sigh of satisfaction Troy gave . . . it echoed in my center. I’d trailed a hand down his chest and cupped him through his shorts, stroking the bulge pressing at the center seam.

Shit, he was so huge.

And hard.

I slowly traced the outline of him,