The Pool Boy - Nikki Sloane Page 0,78

a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. Now we were both facing the partition, and I jerked her back into me, so her ass pressed against the top of my thigh. It put my hard-on right beside her hand that dangled at her hip.

To show her what I wanted, I tugged open my trunks and let them fall to the water pooling at our feet, and my dick swung free. Shit, it felt fucking amazing when she closed her fist around me. Her grip was tight, and stayed snug as I moved my hips, slowly sawing my dick back and forth through her hand.

My mouth was beside her ear, and I grunted with pleasure at her touch. I could touch too, though. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand to cup her tits and the other to play with her pussy. I started over the bikini. I toyed with her through the damp fabric as she worked me over.

The stroke of her hand made my heart go out of rhythm. I did a fair share of cardio along with my lifting schedule, but it blew my mind how quickly Erika could raise my heartrate. It was already difficult to catch my breath.

At least I had the same effect on her.

I shoved my hand inside her bikini bottom, rubbed her clit, and when she began to pant, I pushed my middle finger inside. A sinful chuckle broke from me as she arched her back and her hand stopped moving on me mid-pump. Like the sensation of it was almost too much to handle.

“That’s just one finger,” I whispered. “But this pussy’s so wet, you want another?”

She shivered. “Yes.”

Her body was hot and slick, and she moaned when I eased my ring finger in to join the one already fucking her. I liked using my middle fingers in this position. It meant I could rub my palm against her clit and give her stimulation, inside and out.

Her hand that wasn’t wrapped around my dick reached up behind her, until she could grab onto the back of my neck. The curve she created with her body made me wild. My hand jerked at her top, trying to get it up, or down, or sideways . . . whatever would get it out of my fucking way.

She let go of the back of my neck and undid the hook on hers. The band around her was still hooked closed, but I ignored it at first because her straps hung down and her tits were finally free, and I could see what I wanted.

Her smooth skin was damp from the swimsuit and the mist of the water falling nearby, and I ran my palm from the globe of one perfect breast to the other. The last five years of guitar had taught me to be good with my hands, and I used my skills to tease her to the point her sighs became whines of need.

Fuck it. Enough foreplay. I needed to get my dick inside her.

I stepped back, pulling my throbbing dick out of her hand, and I quickly undid the other hook that was keeping her top up. It fell onto the drain with a sopping noise, and I used a foot to push both it and my shorts off to the side.

Erika was as desperate as I was, because she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms and peeled them down her long legs. I clenched a hand on the cheek of her ass as it came into view. I was a classic guy. Tits and ass got the job done for me every time.

“This ass,” I said appreciatively, “was made for trouble.”

She liked hearing that, because she reached out, flattened her hands against the partition in front of her, and stepped out of the swimsuit wrapped around her ankles, spreading her feet on the shower floor. She was partially bent over, her ass presented to me.

Her question was rushed, like she wanted to ask it before she chickened out. “Is it an ass made for fucking?”

My dick jerked, and heat seared across my nerve endings. As excited as I was, it came from me in a dubious tone. “You want me to fuck your ass right now?”

“I want you to fuck my pussy.” She wiggled her hips, taunting me. Her voice was seductive, yet breathless. “There’s a bottle of coconut oil in here, so you can use that for your fingers first, and then . .