Perfect time for a check-in, mom and dad.
I jumped out of my chair, feeling the flush swell up in my cheeks at what I'd almost just did.
"I got it!"
But as I leapt up and ran around the edge of the pool, I suddenly felt my feet slip and slide right out from under me. Suddenly, as my breath froze in my throat, gravity went topsy-turvy on me as I went toppling over, and everything went black.
Chapter 10
Jake
Fuck, this is not good.
Well, what was very good was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.
And see, thats what the “not good” part was.
She grinned in a sleepy, groggy way up at me. "You saved me?"
I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.
"Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."
Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"
I had to laugh again. "Of course I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're OK.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.
And I knew with every damn step that I was taking way too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl; way too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of course going to make sure she was OK. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.
Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were way too much fun.
I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out and along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. ”Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"
I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.
"No, no; I'm ok." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I was remembering everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.
And I was instantly rock hard.
Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a man fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.
“Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when…”
She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, consider what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.
"I'm not,” I growled outlaid, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”
She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it had to get me to get up, walk the fuck away from this situation and get out before I did something stupid.
Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.
"I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.
I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"
"In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”
I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.