He drives himself into me again and again, and it’s all I can do to keep myself as silent as possible, God forbid someone from the party wander by outside.
With one hand, Duncan scoops up my face, tilts it up to him, and my eyes travel over his sexy lips, and I bite my teeth together, arch my body as he fucks me wildly.
He plucks strings of pleasure inside me so deep, they thrum through my body, shake me like the beat of a bass drum.
His eyes stay locked with mine, and he tangles my hair into his hand, pulls my head back, turns it to the side, and as he leans lower, he drags his tongue from my neck to my ear, an action so primal and consuming it sends me quivering.
With rough hands he turns my knees to the side, forces me to tuck them up against my chest, and then I feel his hand on my sex from behind, and he rubs my clit, and all I can do is grip onto the edge of the deck chair above me, close my eyes, and let him take from me everything he wants.
“Moan for me,” he says, and he adjusts his position, and his cock rams against my front wall, and I moan out my pleasure loudly, no longer caring that someone outside might hear.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he growls. “I love your tight fucking pussy. I want to fuck you forever.”
He speeds up somehow, and his cock swells within me impossibly more, and I’m lost in his grip, clutched by his feverish desire for me, utterly and completely his.
“Oh God!” I gasp, his fingers working my pearl like magic, his cock stretching me with each hard thrust, making me feel so full.
“Like that!” I cry, my body tightening, that ball of pressure inside me expanding. Duncan doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t change his rhythm.
My mouth falls open, my tongue comes out, and I hold onto the chair with a white-knuckled grip, my body a tense snapshot of pleasure, right on the brink.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I breathe as I plunge off the edge, come hard and long, and Duncan’s hand cups my face, his thumb rubs my lip, and I bite down on it as white-hot bliss sears me.
I hear him grunt, feel his body tighten as he lets go, and I swear I feel him come inside me, not just the giant swelling and twitch of his manhood.
I moan into his hand as he fucks me even more manically, as he buries himself to the hilt again and again, rubs my clit, drives me through my own blinding ecstasy, draws it out until I can’t breathe anymore, until I’m tensed up, crunched up, toes curled so tight they might cramp.
And then he slows, and I’m panting, coming down, the last touches of bliss like feathers on my skin, ticklish almost.
His eyes are shut as he slowly pushes himself in and out of me, his cock jolting inside me seemingly at random. Sweat glistens on his chest, his abs, and I reach out and run my hand down his slick skin, into his buzz of pubic hair, and I squeeze the base of his shaft, still hard as if he hadn’t just unloaded himself.
He climbs onto the deck chair beside me, behind me, and our bodies form the same shape as we stick to each other from top to toe, and his arms wrap me up, tell me I’m his, tell me that I’m all that he wants.
I lie there, holding onto his hands, playing with his fingers, his cock still twitching inside me, his hot breaths against my neck.
He leans up, and I take the opportunity to smell his neck, kiss the line of his jaw, and then take his lips into mine, and we share a soft and passionate kiss that sends me quaking.
Our tongues meet slowly, our lips dance to the exact same rhythm. Our heartbeats have aligned, and if I could wish for a moment to never end, I would wish it now, and it would not be the first time I wished it.
And when our kiss breaks to the sound of voices outside the opaque glass door, we fix our clothing in unison, sharing grinning glances, until I feel the sticky sensation of all his essence globbing out of me.
“Damn. Is there a changing room here?” I ask. “You’ve made a big mess.”
“Here,” he says, leading me toward the other side of the pool.
I go in, clean up as best as I’m able to, and then together Duncan and I make our way back to the function room. As we’re walking down the corridor that leads there, hand in hand, laughing and chatting, I see the double doors down the end open, and Dad sweeps out, furious eyes glaring at us.
Chapter Two
Instantly, I let go of Duncan’s hand, and watch as Dad storms up to us.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he says, his voice trembling on a tightrope.
He didn’t notice!
“Relax, Glass,” Duncan says. “We’ve just been getting some air.”
“Get the fuck back inside, now,” Dad spits. He turns his angry eyes on me. “Go! You’re making me look bad. They ask me where my daughter is, and I have no fucking idea. Why are you always so difficult, damn it, Dei—”