The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,48

purrs and casts her head back slightly, her eyes gazing downward at me suggestively. As if I need any suggestion. I lean down and lick it off and then drag the tip of my tongue up the damp, salty skin on her neck.

“Mmm, you smell like everything I love about this place,” I tell her and drag her onto my lap.

The bottoms of her bikini are crammed between the two firm, with-just-the-right-amount-of-cushioning ass cheeks that fill my hands.

“And what’s that?” She straddles me, presses her chest against mine and wraps her arms around my neck. Her breasts spill out of the sides of her skimpy bikini top and the slide of her skin against mine gets me hard right away.

“Smoke, water, trees, clean air,” I murmur in her ears.

She sighs and throws her head back to gaze up at sky that covers us like a black, diamond-encrusted blanket. I nibble on her neck and run my teeth along her throat. A tiny shiver ripples over her body, and she drops her head onto my shoulder.

“I hated having to move back home a couple months ago. I’m still dying to get out of here, but seeing it again through your eyes has made me appreciate it all so much more.” She sighs and rolls those talented hips over me before she slips off my lap and into the water.

She reaches behind her, and a few seconds later her bikini top floats to the top of the water. She reaches into the water and pulls my already hard cock into her hands. I grip the sides and I lift my hips so I float right above the seat I’d been resting on. Her thumb swirls around the dark red, swollen head that pokes out of the water

“I’m all in favor of blowjobs, but it’s not worth your life, ” I tease and thrust up into her hand.

She smiles a secretive, pleased smile before she releases me. She pushes her juicy, firm breasts together and then slides forward and captures my cock in the tight channel she’s made between them.

“I’ll do you one better,” she says, her accent stronger with her drawled promise. She presses her lips to my swollen head and slides up, at the same time that she opens her mouth and takes me into her mouth while she uses the water and her breasts to create a sensation I’ve never even imagined before. I groan and grab the sides of the hot tub to keep from sliding under. “Holy shit!,” She keeps her eyes on mine while she moves up and down in the water.

“Hold them,” she gasps and nods to the sides of her breasts. I put my hands there and she moves hers to cup my balls. She rolls them lightly in her hands, her up and down slide never faltering, her mouth sucking the head of my cock with her every downward stroke of her breasts.

“I’m going fucking crazy,” I groan and stroke her nipples with my thumbs.

“That’s the plan,” she gasps and then she proceeds to make sure her plan succeeds.

“You’re amazing,” I breathe out.

“You make feel like I can do anything,” she says, and I start to come. Without any warning, spurts of cum shoot out of my cock and splatter on her chin and her cheeks before she closes her mouth over me and takes as much of me as she can into her mouth. My fingers dig into the abundant flesh of her tits, and I only realize how hard I’m pressing when she winces.

“Fuck, I’m bruising you,” I say.

“Yes,” she gasps. “I want your bruises.” I buck up into her mouth. She sucks the head of my dick one more time before she slides up my body. When we’re face-to-face, she says, “I want to look in the mirror on Monday and see your fingerprints on my skin and remember how it felt when you put them there.” My pulse jumps in my throat. I cup her cheeks and caress them with my thumb. Her bright eyes, the ones I’ve seen in every dream I’ve had for the last two months, are fixed raptly on mine, and I decide to go for broke.

“I’m about to ask you something,” I tell her.

She stills the up and down movement of her hips. “You’re going to ask me something?” she says quietly.

“Yes, I am,” I say softly. I drag my thumb across the lips I’ve been kissing all day.

“I want you to move to Houston,”