The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,38

his feet instantly and disappeared into my bedroom, leaving me to recover while I was strewn across the couch cushions. He’d gone with such urgency; he’d practically bounded from the room.

There was a pang in my heart. He was eager to have sex with me. Lord, I’d spent so much of my life with someone who didn’t initiate and certainly never was excited for intimacy. All those years with one man, while another was right there, secretly wanting and willing to give me exactly what I craved.

The sound of the drawer sliding open came through the doorway, followed by rustling and the tearing of perforated foil. But then it went silent and still.

My heart thudded, slowing down with each quiet second that ticked by. There was no noise of him shutting the drawer, and no footsteps thudded closer to announce his return. What was he doing in there, alone in my bedroom?

“Troy?”

There came a thump as the drawer closed, and he emerged from my bedroom with a smile tilting on his lips.

“Did you get lost?” I teased to mask my relief.

He lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “A little. That’s some collection you’ve got there, Erika.”

When I realized what he meant, my mouth went dry. I sat up on the couch and swiped a hand over my hair to smooth it back into place while my face burned. “Oh, shit.”

In my disoriented state, I’d forgotten about the rest of the contents of my bedside drawer. When he’d paused in my room, it was because he’d been staring at the various vibrators, dildos, and toys I used to get myself off at night.

The muscles in his chest and arm flexed and rolled while he stroked a hand over his dick to maintain his erection. It was unavoidable the way my gaze caught the glint of the pale blue wrapper in his free hand as he sat down beside me.

His voice was low and pure seduction. “You should show me how some of those toys work.”

My heart stumbled over itself. “Now?”

He grinned and shook his head. “No.” He tore open the condom wrapper and began to fit it over himself. “Some other time, because right now I just want it to be us. Me fucking you exactly how you want it.”

He finished rolling on the condom and ringed his fingers around the base of his cock, holding it proudly out from his body. His words sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine that settled between my legs, and grew more acute when he asked his question.

“So, how do you want it?”

It felt like someone else was in command when I stared at his sheathed dick, awaiting me to climb on, and his direct question unleashed my thoughts. “I want your mouth on my tits as you fuck me.”

Air left him in a sharp exhale and desire consumed his face. My words had surprised him, and he not only approved, he looked utterly thrilled. As I rose onto my knees and turned to straddle him, he pushed a hand inside my open robe to grasp my hip and help guide me.

The sheathed tip of him began to intrude, and I gasped with pleasure.

The stretch of my body around his cock filled me with delicious tension. The sensation went on endlessly as I slowly yielded to him, taking more and more and more.

We breathed together in a shuddering breath as I slid down. My warm skin was flattened against his. It was a lot to take, and I controlled my breathing, struggling to adjust. Holy shit, there was someone else inside my body.

Troy’s head thudded against the back of the couch for a second as pleasure ripped through his expression, and it was as if he needed a moment to regroup. To mentally prepare for what we were about to do.

He straightened with focus in his eyes.

I was the one on top, yet he was the one in command. Beneath me, the muscles in his thighs went taut and he flexed up into me. His hands were firm on my waist, urging me to rock back and forth and ride him. It flipped a switch in me, and unstoppable moans swelled up from my throat.

Was it supposed to feel this amazing? Or had it simply just been so long I’d forgotten?

We must have had the thought at the same moment because our hands tangled as we tried to get the robe off my shoulders. It hung on my elbows as Troy abandoned