The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,49
off the wall, wordlessly asking him to follow me. Thankfully, my undone pants stayed up around my hips, making it possible to walk through the living room and into my bedroom. I flipped on the bedside lamp and when my gaze fell to the end table, I zeroed in on the brass drawer pull. Until recently, that drawer had contained all my devices of pleasure, but my new, best one was currently standing near the foot of the bed waiting for direction.
“Have a seat on the bed,” I requested.
He did, but his focus was pinned on me. He watched intently as I sauntered to him and placed my hands on his broad shoulders.
“You said you’d be my personal sex toy.” It was shocking how seductive my own voice sounded to me. “That I could use you however I want.” I coasted my hands down his chest as I lowered onto a knee between his legs. “So, I plan to.”
He took in an enormous breath, his eyes hazed, and he parted his thighs wider to give me more room. My intent was clear, and he was absolutely on board with it. Troy put his hands on the bed behind him and leaned back, staring at me as I skimmed my palms painstakingly slow over the front of his jeans.
Although he was positioned to make it easy on me, I still struggled to undo the button at the top, and then he had a hand there to help.
“No,” I said softly. “I want to do it.”
Because there was satisfaction in doing it. Not just the physical pleasure of my hand’s teasing brush, either. It was the same satisfaction of unwrapping a present when you already knew what it was, but you wanted it so badly, you were just as excited anyway.
A smile tilted his lips, and he settled back on his arms. “Okay.”
He let out a heavy breath when I inched his zipper down and explored the rapidly hardening length of him beneath his underwear. I cupped my hand and massaged, enjoying the quiet groan from him. It was louder the second time when I settled on my knees, curled my fingers under the waistband and lifted, freeing his erection.
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered it as I wrapped my fingers around him.
His chin tipped up to the ceiling, like he was regrouping, and then his gaze locked onto me. “Anything.”
It was a simple word, but it carried so much meaning. As if whatever I asked, he’d not only do, but he also wouldn’t judge.
He shuddered as I tightened my grip, slid it up to close around the tip, then pushed my fist all the way down to the base of him. White-hot desire seared through me. Would I ever get used to my touch bringing someone else pleasure? I wanted to keep him here forever and watch every sigh he made. Find out if his moans had a melody to them.
“I’m on birth control,” I said, “and I got tested when I found out Clark had been unfaithful. I’m clean.”
Troy’s lips parted to say something, but nothing came out. He blinked, unsure.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Clean?” He nodded. “Yeah. I’m careful.”
I was inclined to believe him. He took such good care of himself physically, it seemed unlikely he’d risk his health and his body like that. I stroked my fist over him and watched the hurried rise and fall of his chest.
“Good,” I said. “And what we’re doing . . . you’re not doing it with anyone else, right?”
“No.” He peered at me like it was a question I didn’t need to ask. “Trust me. I’m not going to fuck around on you, Erika.”
This was harder to believe, but I wanted to. His expression was full of conviction. “What about you?” He strove for a teasing tone, but I heard the truth beneath. “Are you doing this with anyone else besides me?”
Now it was my turn to give him the look that said his question wasn’t needed. “You know I’m not.”
“Cool.” He licked his lips, savoring how I was touching him. “Glad we figured that out.” His voice was tight with need. “Curious about why you said you’re on birth control.”
I wanted to laugh. I’d told him that for a reason, and he was eager to confirm his suspicions.
“Because I was going to ask, if I said I was okay to go without condoms—”
“You want me to fuck you raw?”
All the moisture in my body flooded directly between my legs at