“What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want.”
She quivered, then shifted and looked back at him.
“Eyes front, kitten,” he admonished. She did as he’d told her, and he could almost hear the jumbled chaos of her thoughts.
Holding the wall for leverage, he smacked her damp skin, square in the middle of her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She hissed in a breath.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“That’s the point, genius.”
“No, I mean more than last time.”
“Because your skin is damp.” He cupped his hand in the cool water of the pool and dripped it over the raised red handprint he’d left, then blew on the small rivulets he’d left on her skin. Her gasp was mostly silent, and her squirm was almost imperceptible, but he noticed them anyway.
He swatted her again, and again, the slap of his damp hand against her damp ass echoing strangely in the pool. Her gasps and half sobs only spurred him on, curious to hear every sound he could win from her. She wriggled, trying to avoid his hand, but it was easy to hold her where he wanted her as he smacked her again and again, her ass turning a bright shade of red, and jiggling enticingly in his face with every spank.
“Okay, okay,” she gasped out. “Stop! I’m sorry!”
“Are you? I doubt it.” He gave his next swat extra sting, and she howled.
“I am!” she insisted. “I won’t stalk you anymore. I promise.”
He cupped a few handfuls of water over her hot and probably throbbing skin, then trailed his fingers over the few handprints on the back of her thighs. The sounds she made switched from pain to arousal without much convincing.
“You’re going to stop being a bad girl?”
“Yes, Atlas. I’ll stop. I’ll stop following you around.”
“If you want to use me as a booty call, you need to ask before you show up.” He smacked the back of her thigh and she groaned, her thighs parting slightly. Unable to resist, he bit the spot he’d just smacked.
Mila’s thin cry rang through the yard. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I didn’t have your number and I didn’t know if I really wanted to see you.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true! After what you said . . .”
“And yet here you are.” He forced her legs apart, examining the soft vulnerability of her sex up close.
Her breath was shallow, and he could feel her waiting for his next move. Cooling his hand in the water for a moment, he gave her time to wonder. To worry. He brushed the tip of his wet index finger over the pucker of her anus. She sobbed once in denial, but didn’t move despite her objection. Her body tensed against his touch, but he ignored her feigned objections and watched instead how she didn’t try to get away, and how, when he checked, her pussy was hot and slick with arousal.
“You pretend you don’t like this, but it’s exactly why you came looking for me tonight.”
“No! You just wish—”
He slid two fingers into the heat of her pussy, her body completely ready for his invasion. Whatever she’d planned to say turned into a moan, and her hips tilted to give him better access. He flicked her clit with his pinky finger, and she whined and squirmed back for more. The scent of her slick pussy, and her cries of helpless arousal, spurred him on.
Every nerve in his body urged him to get out of the damned pool and get his aching dick into the girl. He was stalling. As much as he wanted her, she needed a taste of the desperation he’d felt for the almost two weeks since the last time they were together.
He ran his lips over the smooth, hot flesh of her ass, exploring his welted handprints with his mouth. As his mouth drifted closer to the cleft of her ass, she tried to shift away.
“Stay still,” he warned, then drew his fingers from her and smacked her ass for emphasis.
She gasped. “Don’t!”
“Why not?” He blew a stream of air against her skin, then smirked as she tried to clench her ass cheeks together without disobeying him by moving.