The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,51

my breath to stay in control.

It was harder when his palms swept over my nipples and he filled his hands with my breasts. His dick rested on his stomach, which meant when it jerked, the damp tip of him brushed against my ass. He’d gotten close during the blow job, and I wanted this to last a lot longer than that had.

My heartbeat quickened. “I’m going to tell you how I want it.”

His focus was split as he continued to knead my breasts and pinch at my nipples, but his eyes sharpened on me. “Yeah?”

“Put your hands behind your head.”

He liked me telling him what to do, but there was disappointment now that I was taking away his ability to touch. His fingers trailed over my bare skin as they reluctantly went, and he slid his hands under the pillow beneath his head. It accentuated his casual, almost frat-boy look. Like he planned to sit back and let me do all the work.

It was exactly what I intended.

FOURTEEN

Erika

Troy had said he was my personal sex toy and I was going to enjoy him that way tonight.

“Don’t move,” I said, lifting onto my knees and shifting back so we were better aligned. I reached into the space between us and palmed his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He was thick in my hand as I lifted him and teased his bare tip against my clit.

His gaze was focused between our legs, and when I moaned in enjoyment, he canted his hips, trying to gain entry, but I adjusted and moved out of his reach. It made me plant a hand in the center of his chest and give him a strict look.

“Stay still.” It was both an order and a plea. I rubbed him against me again and shuddered at how pleasurable this felt. It was torturous anticipation for both of us. The muscles in his arms flexed and corded. He had to be fisting the pillow beneath his head to keep from grabbing me and slamming me down on his cock.

I sounded evil. “You want to fuck me?”

“Yes.” His lust-soaked word made me shiver.

“That’s too bad,” I said with a mocking tone. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”

I lined him up and slid down, taking him inch by inch until he was seated deep inside my body. His mouth rounded into an ‘oh’ and mine probably did too—since it felt unbelievable. With nothing between us, I could feel everything.

“Your pussy’s so warm,” he gasped. “You’re like fire.”

The muscles inside me clenched, squeezing at him and giving both of us more enjoyment. He rocked his hips, pressing up into me and I flattened my palm harder against his chest.

“No moving,” I warned, “or I’ll stop. Understand?”

He both liked and didn’t like my rule, but he’d do his best to obey. He gritted it out. “Yes, ma’am.”

Whether it was the conditioned response of a southern gentleman or his upbringing to respect authority, it didn’t matter. Whenever the polite reply came from him, it strengthened the powerful, sexually confident woman I hoped to become. I wanted to be the fantasy of me he’d created.

The one who liked fucking with the lights on and being in charge. The one who believed her pleasure was just as important as her partner’s.

The muscles of Troy’s jaw tightened when I began to ride him. A look of concentration swept over his handsome face as I established my tempo. His gaze flitted between mine and the sway of my breasts as I swiveled my hips, rocking back and forth.

The slick push and pull of him made my heart go out of rhythm. It felt like everything inside me was morphing into something new as heat and bliss built at a feverish pace.

He turned his head to the side and groaned it into the pillow. “Fuck.”

I’d thought having him stay still and not allowing him to touch would help him last, but maybe it made it harder for him. He sounded as out of breath as I was. Low grunts of satisfaction poured from his lips. Was he already struggling?

I had both my hands on his chest, using them as leverage, but I slowed my hips to a stop and stroked my fingers over the ridges of his muscles.

“Don’t come yet,” I said.

“Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.

The smile that spread across my face was unstoppable. I’d never thought of myself as a cruel person, but he brought out a side of me that