He chuckles and presses his body against mine. I feel him hard against my bare thigh and I raise my head, seeking his mouth. Chase kisses me hard and deep, until I whimper and my body wraps around him. I need him against every inch of me.
“You’re right,” he pants against my throat. “Action is way better.”
I nod in agreement as I drag my hands over his back. He feels good, warm, strong. He bites my neck hard and I moan, pressing my hips against him until I feel his cock against my clit. Even that little bit of friction drives me insane.
But I don’t want to have sex here in the pool; I want to be loud and dirty and have him all to myself without worrying about his brother up at the main house.
“Chase.” My voice is barely there.
He growls and kisses me, his tongue stroking into me until I feel like a wildfire about to explode. His hands grab my ass hard, fingers digging in and I rock my hips against him again. One of his fingers slides over the cleft of my ass and teases my pussy, stroking and circling until I’m whimpering and moaning like a woman possessed. Nothing exists but Chase and me.
I shove him back just before his finger can sink inside of me. We’re both panting and I feel like every inch of my body is sizzling. Chase gives me a look so dark that I half think he’s some kind of comic book villain, but no villain could make me this insane.
He slides out of the pool and onto the deck, his cock hard as a rock. He is so free with himself, his personality, his sexuality, his needs. Seeing him sitting naked with his feet in the pool as the water rolls off his dark curls and down the front of his twelve-pack abs makes me want to devour him. And I can’t resist.
So, I slide between his legs, bracing my hands on his thighs and lick from base to tip. Chase moans deeply. His fingers cup the back of my head and he nods to me eagerly. “Don’t you fucking stop. Your mouth is so…”
My lips slip over the head of his cock, cutting him off as he groans again and lifts his hips into my mouth. He’s so thick that he stretches and fills my mouth. He feels so right. I moan around him as I work his cock with my tongue and mouth, sucking and lapping as my eyes close.
I reach around and cup his ass, digging my nails in as he thrusts into my throat. He’s delicious and every sound he makes, every roll of his gorgeous body, makes me happy just to please.
“You’re so good, baby,” he growls, his eyes wild as he pants. “But I’m not going to come in your mouth. Get up here.” He gently pulls me from his cock until I release it with a pop. Chase helps me climb out of the pool and grins. “Hey there.”
I want to climb onto his lap and ride him right here and now, but he chuckles and shakes his head. Chase tosses me over his good shoulder and smacks my ass while walking to the pool house. I squeal and giggle.
He drops me onto the bed inside and sits beside me. No reason to wait now. I climb onto his lap and sink down on his cock. We both moan as he stretches my wet pussy. My nails dig into his shoulders as I savor how he feels. Then he rocks his hips deeper into me and guides my ass, moving up and down until I’m riding him hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Good girl,” he answers before rolling me over and pinning me below him and his huge arms.
I can’t get enough of his mouth on my body and his cock driving deep into me, hitting every pleasure point I know and some that I am just finding out about. I come hard when he fingers my clit, then hard again as he holds my wrists over my head with one hand and keeps my hip in position with his other hand.
Every position is better than the last. He explores and enjoys my body in every way. He’s like a man drinking the best Scotch he’s ever had—and I’m the Scotch. He treats me like he knows he won’t break me and isn’t afraid to show me every ounce of need. He makes me feel like awomanin his arms.
I lose track of everything but us. How long has it been since I’ve been this satisfied with sex and this happy after? How long since there was no talk about tomorrow?
I smile and let myself follow him into sleep.
Chase
Waking up this morning sucks. I’m not hungover, but I don’t want to let the dream of Sylvia go. There’s no way it’s real. No fucking way, because she’s too good to be real. Still, I’m awake, and since I’m awake, I have to open my eyes and give in.
I find blonde hair across my chest and feel her fingers tighten on my hip. I brush her hair from her face, still not convinced it’s real until I see her raw lips and familiar face. Smiling, I stroke the back of her neck and along her shoulders.
She squirms and blinks a few times, looking around as if confused. Her just-fucked hair and sleepy eyes are an oddly cute combination. And she shouldn’t becuteto me after fucking like we did last night.
“What time is it?” she grumbles while rubbing an eye.
I grin. “Not too bad on time. Give me a minute.”
She rolls to the side and pulls the blanket over her chest. It’s a shame, really. She has some of the best tits I’ve ever seen, and it should be against the law for her to hide them. Or hide any of her body. I half think she’s made a deal with the Devil to have such a deadly combination of classic beauty and quick wit that’s so much fun to play with.
I grab our clothes from the poolside and bring them into the house, hoping that my big brother hasn’t started his day yet despite the time. Or maybe he did start his day and he’s already at work.
Sylvia is already up and ready to get into the shower. She is wrapped loosely in a blanket, revealing her back as she looks over at me—what a ridiculous fucking turn-on. She’s so far out of my league, but her eyes practically fuck me as she pulls her hair over her shoulder.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her sweet ass against me, kissing across her throat and shoulder. I lick across a bite I left last night. “Got one more round in you, baby?”