That’s the hardest part. The not knowing. Not knowing who killed her and why they chose her. But also not knowing where she is now. It’s impossible to imagine a soul as vibrant as hers just being gone. Snuffed out.
This isn’t the relaxing topic I came out here to enjoy. I dive back below the water and scream. My voice wobbles in the water, and bubbles fly up. Finally, I pop back up, gasping for air.
I swim back and forth for a few lengths, letting my mind clear until it’s just a repeated loop.
Right arm, left arm, turn and breathe. Right arm, left arm, turn and breathe.
My head vibrates when I stop, the wine settling into my bloodstream. I switch to the hot tub, the shock in temperature change smarting my skin.
Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the innate eroticism of swimming naked, but suddenly all the sexual tension that has been steadily building since I’ve known Cash becomes too much for my body to contain.1
The son of a bitch has edged me more times than he’s made me come, and I’m sick of waiting for him to finish the job. All women know that you can never rely on men alone for your pleasure.
I face the edge of the tub and kneel, spreading my knees wide. Resting my elbows on the pool deck, I adjust my position until the jet stream is directed right where I want it. The sky dips to a darker, hazy purple, and I feel like I am also sinking with the sun—my sinful side coming out to play in the darkness.
I pump my hips up and down in slow, teasing movements as the undulated stream of water surges against my clit. Knowing I’m all alone, I let myself mewl uninhibited. I close my eyes, indulging in the cool wind whispering across my face and chilling my exposed shoulders and arms while my lower half is being pummeled with delicious heat.
The scuffle of leisurely footsteps makes me freeze completely. Cash smugly approaches and sits across from me on the table bench. He leans back and slumps down, arms spreading out along the table like it’s the back of a couch. He looks chillingly powerful as I stare up at him.
“Don’t let me stop you.” His words are lazy and deep as he lets his knees fall wide, his thick cock already straining in his black slacks. He palms himself over the fabric, and I can’t help the sharp gasp I let slip. Lust blazes in his eyes as he watches me begin my rhythm again. I follow the bob of his throat as he swallows deeply and drags his thumb across his bottom lip.
Our eyes lock, and the hunger looking back at me makes me realize that this isn’t a compromising position he’s found me in.
It’s an empowering one.
I bite back a moan as shock waves radiate from my core.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he rasps. So, on the next spike of pleasure I don’t hold back. My mouth falls open on a whimper, and I let my jaw hang slack. Breathy pants match my movements as I grind into the jet.
I can hear how tightly he must be grinding his teeth when he speaks. “Fuck,your sweet mouth hanging open like that makes me want to do dirty things,a chuisle.Those pretty lips look so good wrapped around my cock.”
I smile softly up at him, his filthy words stoking the fire in my core even hotter. “Would you like that? Me sucking you off?”
“The mountains I would move…” He stands, his erection heavy between his legs.
“Sit back down. I asked if you would like that, I didn’t say I would.” His face wipes clean of all emotion, then curves into a wicked smirk as he sits back down.
I realize that for all his talk of me belonging tohim, he hasn’t proven yet that he belongs tometoo. He thinks he loves me? Let’s see how tightly I have him wrapped around my finger or if it’s all truly an uneven battlefield.
“Untuck your shirt—ah,”I order, and then am caught with a surge against my clit. He hastily pulls his black dress shirt loose. “Now unbutton it—slowly,” I chide when he rushes through the top few buttons.
I watch, tantalized, as we fall in sync. He undoes another button every time I lift up off my heels and drop back down, gasping with every pass over the jet. My mouth waters as I mull over my next words. I’m playing with fire the deeper we go, and nothing has ever burned so sweetly. “Take it out.”
His hooded eyes never leave mine as he does as instructed. His thick cock stands angry and proud. I bite my lip, tracing every vein with my eyes, and Cash wets his bottom lip with a rumble as I assess him.
“Now, stroke it.” My pitch isn’t soft and low like when he first arrived. It’s now strong and unwavering. I flinch when Cash spits into his palm. He freezes and looks at me sideways. “It’s not like that. You were right, I did like it.” He sighs almost painfully as he grips his cock with a smile.
“You liked being treated like my dirty little whore, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,daddy,” he says sternly, and my stomach drops in a fiery ball of lust and humiliation. When I repeat it back to him, he thrusts up into his fist, his tattooed abs rippling.Jesus fucking Christ, this man is a vision.
“What else do you like, baby? Tell me and daddy will give it to you.”
“Every inch?” I ask sweetly, and his jaw clenches.
“Every. Fucking. Inch.” I watch, delirious with need, as his corded forearm works his dick. Every time I whimper, he jerks like my sounds are reaching out and stroking him. “But that wasn’t my question.”