I don’t hate my mom, but she’d never win any awards for being Parent of the Year, that’s for certain.
“Want me to get out of the pool?” I asked. “Let you swim in peace?”
She caught her bottom lip. Beads of water trickled over her smooth skin, and I had a hard fucking time not following their paths down over the swell of her boobs with my eyes. The skimpy black bikini she wore did it for me. Big time.
Ah, who am I kidding? There was nothing about Ronnie that didn’t do it for me. We all know that by now, right?
“So my two options are you get out of the pool and let me go back to swimming my laps?” she said, dipping a little lower into the water. Enough to let the water’s surface kiss her taut nipples through the straining fabric of at her bikini top. “Or you don’t get out of the pool, and I discover why you’re in it naked?”
A small smile played with one corner of her mouth.
My heart thumped harder in my chest, pumping the blood in my veins around my body quicker. Primarily to my dick.
At least it felt that way, with how fucking quickly the thing turned into a massive rod jutting upward in the water.
“Hmm, I see.” Ronnie skimmed her palms over the surface of the water in two slow semi-circles, her gaze lowering to the surface of the water. “Option number two, is it?”
I dropped my own gaze, and yeah, there it was. The fucking crown of my cock, protruding up out of the pool, glistening and blood-purple and eager for her.
Always her.
I shot her a sheepish grin. “If option number two is on the table…”
She answered by sinking one hand below the water and wrapping her fingers around my cock’s length.
Oh yeah. A raw groan tore at the back of my throat, and my eyes closed.
She chuckled. Squeezed my erection. And tugged me closer to her.
Being literally led by your dick is a thing of beauty. At least, it is when you love the person doing the leading. My thighs pressed to hers as she smoothed her free hand over my abs and up my chest. The water swirled around us, lapping at our sides. A distant part of my mind registered Groot had entered the pool area, the rest of my mind was narrowed in on just how incredible her hand pumping my cock below the surface felt.
Slow, steady, up-and-down motions that travelled the entire length of my dick. That nudged the tops of my swollen balls on each downward stroke and kissed the distended rim of my cock’s crown with each upward one.
I groaned again, my head swimming with pleasure.
Swimming. Get it?
Fuck, she knew how to make me feel good.
She hummed her approval at my raw, vocal response, and then pinched my left nipple with steady fingers before replacing them with her lips.
“Fuck,” I moaned, fisting a hand in her wet hair.
Her grip on my cock grew firmer, and she sucked on my nipple and then nipped the tight nub of flesh with her teeth.
Instant lust and pleasure shot through me. Took control of my body.
I yanked her head up and crushed her mouth with mine, driving her to the pool’s wall, pinning her there with my lower body. My cock pulsed in her grip, and I groaned into her mouth, lashing my tongue against hers as she squeezed my length. Wicked punishment for my savagery.
I groaned again, rolling my hips, thrusting my cock upward in her hand.
She chuckled and pumped me harder, faster, lifting one leg and wrapping it around my hip.
I yanked her head back farther, tearing my lips from hers and sucking and biting my way down the bowed column of her throat.
“Oh yeah,” she rasped, the words shaky. “I like…”
Releasing my fist in her hair, I hooked my fingers under the small triangle of wet material covering her right breast and pulled it to the side.