We sit down, the warm water bubbling around our shoulders, and I don’t waste any time. I pull her to me again, parting her lips with my tongue, and am rewarded with a cross between a moan and a gasp that has my cock throbbing beneath the water. When I put my hand on Cassidy’s neck, framing her jaw and bringing her mouth urgently to mine again, I can actually feel her pulse pounding and I know she wants this as bad as I do.
“You are a continual surprise, Cookie,” I say, kissing my way down to her collarbone and sliding onto my knees in front of her.
“Is that so?” she asks, her voice coy. “What did you expect?”
“Suffice it to say, I never thought we’d end up here.”
“Because I was supposed to be a stuffy, prim librarian?”
I smile and nudge her thighs apart. “Something like that.”
She locks eyes with me and says, “Other librarians might do it by the book, but not me.”
“Yeah, I could tell you were special from the minute I saw you,” I tell her and settle my hips between her legs. I take her hips in my hands and pull her to the edge of the seat, and she lets out another gasp, then scoots back again.
I look at her questioningly—did I do something wrong? But she smiles and explains, “Found a jet.”
“Mmm,” I groan, taking it as a challenge. I grab her hips again and slide her forward until she’s squirming against the pulsing water—until a peculiar wave of jealousy surges up in my gut. I’ve never been jealous of my hot tub before, but tonight seems like a night for a lot of new things.
I hold her steady over the jet even as she squirms, until neither of us can take it a second longer. Cassidy lets out a loud moan, almost a scream, and in the same instant, I run my fingers through her swollen pussy lips, slick even in the water. She moans again, lacing her hands around the back of my neck and throwing her head backward as I push one finger into her tight little hole.
She reacts immediately, thrusting her hips to take me deeper into her. She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. God, I’ve never wanted anyone more.
“You’re so tight,” I say as she lifts her head again and starts riding my hand.
Suddenly, she’s looking a little bashful. “Well, I’ve never…”
If I could stop myself, I would pause. But her pussy is clenching around my finger and my cock is throbbing with need. I keep finger fucking her as I clarify, “You’re a virgin?”
“Oh God,” she yells instead of an answer, bouncing harder, her tits bobbing in the water with each thrust. I add a second finger and she’s so ready for it that she takes it easily, her shouts of pleasure turning into one long moan. “Oh Chuck, yes, that feels so good.”
She’s close. I can feel her tightening around me again, and I curl my fingers to hit her G-spot. And that’s when she loses it completely.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cries, and then she goes wild against my hand, bucking and thrusting and taking what she needs. It’s everything I can do to hold back my own orgasm because this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s so uninhibited, so free, so completely oblivious as she comes against my hand. Christ, what would it feel like to have her lose herself like that on my cock?
When her orgasm finally subsides and Cassidy collapses back in her seat, a blissful smile on her lips and desire still running behind her eyes, I think I might be in love.
I’m definitely in trouble.
7
Cassidy
I feel like melted butter beneath Chuck’s weight, the warm water swirling around us and making me giddy and a little bit dizzy.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking at me with such intensity and desire that I almost want to climb onto his lap and do it all again. But I really am getting sort of warm in this hot tub, and my head’s spinning from what just happened.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I think I could use a glass of water.”
He smiles, stands up and holds out his hand to me. His cock is still hard as a rock and bobbing just above the water line, and I can’t help staring. I can’t help wondering how incredible he would feel inside of me, my thighs wrapped around him.
By the way he’s staring back, I know we’re on the same page.
“Come on,” he coaxes, and I stand too.
He helps me out of the hot tub and hands me a towel and then a plush robe from a cabinet against the wall. While I dry off, I watch Chuck bend over, still perfectly nude, to scoop up our clothes. He’s being careful not to get them wet from the water that’s running off his body in rivulets, and frankly, I couldn’t give a damn about that.