Poolside Passion (Forbidden Fruit - Book 1) (2 page)

The breeze
stirred slightly, feeling nice against her warm skin, and making her nipples
tingle and harden ever so slightly. It was an odd sensation to have wind
blowing across her exposed chest, mostly because she rarely allowed herself such
a luxury. The house was always jam-packed with people: Adam’s and Emily’s
friends moved in and out of the house like they were her own kids, appearing at
random times and in different locations through the house and backyard. 
She was relaxed enough not to stress over them seeing her in her bikinis, but
she didn’t really want to chance exposing herself to children.  Today,
though, the house would be free of extra guests. She had sent her own away to
visit their grandparents out of state.  The only person around was
Soomin
, and she wasn’t offended by nudity. She also rarely
came into the backyard unless she had no other choice. She distrusted water,
and the pool made her edgy.

For the
time being, there was little to no chance of being seen sunbathing topless.
 That was, unless Clay decided to show up, and she would be more than
alright with that.  She had her doubts that he would. It was one thing to
flirt, even as blatantly as they had been, but a whole other thing to put
yourself out there and actually show up.  She was, after all, the mother
of his childhood friend. The age difference alone should have been enough to
keep him away. 
Which was a damn shame, in her opinion.
She truly wanted to get her hands on that lovely body of his and have some
fun.  He had the physique of Greek god. She had spent the last few days
replaying the conversation between them over and over again and fantasizing
what she would do to him or let him do to her.

As her mind
turned in that direction, her hands began to wander her body. She caressed the
tips of her breasts with her thumbs and index fingers, rolling them back and
forth lightly, alternating with hard pinches. It was a wonderful feeling, one
that sent delicious tingles all through her body. It also made her exceptionally
horny. She let out a sigh, still rolling her nipples playfully and gave some
though to reaching between her legs and taking care of the need growing there.
It would be quick and satisfying, but she decided not to. On the off chance
that Clay showed up, she wanted to feel like this to greet him. It would take
away some of the nervous tension that might otherwise stop her from pursuing
her sexy thoughts.  She knew one thing for certain, if he did show she
wasn’t going to let him leave again until he had fucked her silly.
 Twice
,
she told herself with a little giggle.

The thought
of his thick rod inside her, filling her up in a way toys or her own fingers
just couldn’t accomplish, was making her so wet suddenly she was certain her
bikini bottoms had to be soaked. Despite her previous decision, she found her
fingers skimming over the edge of the material. Ami rubbed her thighs together,
moaning ever so softly as the fire between her legs flared brightly. She
continued rubbing them back and forth, teasing herself mercilessly for several
minutes. It wasn’t enough, though.  She slipped her right hand under the
fabric of her bikini bottoms, cupping her mound. Her fingers felt instantly
soaked. She couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since she had been
this turned on, and when her release came, whether with a partner or solo, it
would be explosive.  And one would not be enough, not by a long shot. If
Clay didn’t show by dinnertime, she envisioned a night of toys and a good
erotic book or two, or maybe even a
prono
. 
Either way, she was determined to have a good, and tiring, time.

She slipped
a finger between the lips of her mound and moaned again, louder this time, as
the tip brushed against the sensitive nub hidden there. It was deliciously
swollen with arousal and even the lightest touch was sending shockwaves of
pleasure coursing through her. The temptation to rub fast and find satisfaction
was nearly impossible to resist, but she managed somehow. 
Teasing only
,
she told herself fiercely.

She flicked
her finger over her clit again, loving the sensation. It made her wiggle in her
seat. To add to the feeling, she closed her eyes and pictured Clay kneeling
before her, head nestled between her thighs, his tongue lapping at the tender
nub, teasing. She wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the thought was
making her even wetter than she had been.

“Thinking
about me while you do that?” a deep and definitely manly voice asked suddenly,
startling her so badly she let out a tiny squeal.

Ami’s eyes
flew open, and she yanked her hand back out of her pants so fast the elastic
snapped painfully against her skin. Her heart was racing, and she could feel
her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she stared up at Clay, looking
particularly hot in nothing but a pair of white, baggy beach shorts. The color
worked spectacularly well with his deeply tanned skin.  She could see that
the front of his shorts was sporting quite a bulge, and it made her feel a
little better about being caught in such an act. He had clearly enjoyed what he
had seen. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded in a tone that
was almost scolding.

He gave her
a devilish grin. “Long enough to wish it was my hand in your pants, stroking
you.”

Her heart
skipped a small beat, and she stared up at him, a little surprised by his
words. She knew she shouldn’t be. There could be only one reason he would show
up at her home today, and yet hearing his make such a blatant statement still
took her by surprise.

He took the
seat next to her, staring intently at her, the bulge in his pants painfully
evident.  She found her vision drawn to it. She couldn’t pull her eyes
away. Ami licked her lips
unconsciously,
suddenly
desperate to lock them around whatever he was hiding in those pants. She had
always enjoyed the feeling of a cock sliding in and out of her mouth and
couldn’t wait to get her lips around Clay’s.

He
chuckled, noticing where her eyes were locked, and said, “You know, part of me
thought there was no way you were serious in your flirting the other day, that
you were just playing with me.” He placed a hand over his clothed erection,
rubbing it through the fabric. “But seeing you like this, seeing that look in
your eyes,” he paused and she glanced up to see him licking his own lips,
“watching you gaze hungrily at what I have here…” He slid his pants downward,
freeing his cock. It sprang upward, eager to be free of its constraints, and
stood proudly at attention. She felt her eyes widen slightly as she gazed at
it, unable to tear her eyes away. He was bigger than she had imagined, and she
had a vivid imagination.  It was one of the most beautiful dicks she had
ever laid eyes upon, and she almost drooled with anticipation. Her pussy
certainly did.  He continued speaking, drawing her attention away from
beautiful cock for just a moment. “Now I don’t care if you were playing or not,
I’m not leaving here until I’ve stuck this,” he shook his dick at her,
chuckling as her eyes followed every little motion, “inside you and fucked you
so long and hard, you’ll beg me to stop.” He stood abruptly, dick bouncing
slightly with the motion, and pushed his pants to the ground. He took several
steps toward her until he was just an inch or so from her face. He reached out
and gently grasped the closest breast, groaning in approval. “You want that,
don’t you? Want me to fuck you?”

The cock
directly in front of her, so close to her mouth, was distracting her, and she
couldn’t resist the temptation to lick it. Instead of answering him in words,
she moved her head forward and ran her tongue tentatively across the tip,
relishing the taste of the little drop of pre-cum she found there. Encouraged
by the heated moan that escaped his lips, she locked her own around the head of
his generous cock, sucking hard and flicking her tongue around in teasing
circles as she did. Slowly, teasingly, she began to bob her head up and down,
each time taking a little more of him inside her mouth before backing away. She
was pretty certain she couldn’t get to the base- he was thicker and longer than
any man she had ever given a blowjob to- but she was sure as hell going to give
it her best effort.

She
continued her slow but steady pace, enjoying the way his size stretched her
mouth, and couldn’t wait to see, to feel, what the monster would do inside of
her pussy. The thought made it throb wonderfully in anticipation. The slow pace
allowed her throat the luxury of adjusting to the intruder, and soon she
managed to swallow nearly all of him. She paused with most of him deep in her
throat, loving the noises he was making, knowing he was enjoying it.

“God,
baby,” he groaned. She could feel his legs shaking, hear his breathing turning
ragged. He was clearly enjoying her attentions.

Ami pulled back
when she could hold on no longer, startling an even larger groan from him.
Breathing hard, she wrapped a hand around the shaft, stroking gently. When she
leaned forward again to take him back into her mouth, he stopped her, placing a
hand to her shoulder. “No baby. I’ll cum.”

There was
desperation and pleading in his words – desperate to hold on and pleading with
her to let him cum- and she found it sexy. She pushed the hand holding her back
away and replied. “You’re young, you’ll recover quickly.” She licked the tip
again, loving how it jumped at her touch.  “I want to taste you, all of
you.” She looked up and met his eyes. Biting her lower lip and batting her
eyelashes at him, she said in in a sexy, pleading tone.
“Cum
in my mouth, baby.
Let me taste you.” Without waiting for a reply, she
wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and her lips around the tip and
began to lick, suck, and stroke in a wild pattern.  She saw him reach out
to steady himself on the back of the deck chair, his groans and moans of
pleasure increasing by the second, and she smiled around her mouthful. 
She knew it was only a matter of moments before she would get her wonderfully
bitter treat. It had been too long since she had tasted a man’s cum, and it was
something she had always loved.  The thought of getting a mouthful of this
young stud’s seed was enough to make
her own
legs
tremble. Ami was certain that if he reached between hers at that moment, she
would cum herself with just a few strokes of his fingers, she was that turned
on.

She heard
him grunt loudly and begin to thrust into her mouth on his own. Grabbing the
back of her head, forcing her forward, impaling her on him, he thrust quickly.
She didn’t fight him. She allowed him to take control but kept her hand in
place, letting the silky skin of his penis slide back and forth against her
palm, knowing it would drive him crazy and add to his orgasm.  Finally,
she felt his fingers tighten almost painfully in her hair and heard him bellow
incoherently as hot semen splashed the back of her throat. He continued with
his frantic thrusting for a moment, and she held on, wanting every last drop he
had.

With a
groan and a sigh, he pulled out of her mouth and with wobbly legs, made his way
to the nearby lounge chair and collapsed. Breathing hard, his face flushed,
making him that much handsomer, he lay there, panting and shaking.

Ami watched
him greedily, licking her lips again, trying to get the last few traces of his
flavor on to her tongue. She loved it. She wanted more. Staring at his luscious
body, his generous cock, she knew she would be happy to spend the rest of the
summer, and perhaps beyond, sucking it dry. She smiled to herself and vowed to
tell him as much…later, after she had gotten the rest of her needs met.

His brilliant
green eyes suddenly popped open, and he gazed at her, a lazy smile on his face.
“God damn,” he breathed, “that was fucking amazing.”

“Glad I
could oblige,” she said with a cocky grin, running the fingers of her right
hand back and forth over her breasts, making her nipples so hard they were
almost painful to the touch. It was a delicious sensation.  He watched her
for a long moment, and she could see his cock, which had wilted after her
teasing, stir slightly. It wouldn’t be long before he was rock hard again and
ready to fulfill his promise. The question now was what would he do in the time
between?

As if
reading her thoughts, he grabbed a pillow from the chair and tossed it in front
of hers then grabbed her legs near the thighs and yanked her forward, startling
a small cry from her. His fingers began to walk up and down her legs, caressing
softly, tickling. She moaned softly, enjoying the feeling. He straddled her,
knees on the edges of her chair and leaned in close enough to kiss her. When
his lips touched hers, she felt a shiver rush along her body, all the way down
to her toes and back again. His kiss was electric. Ami’s hand flew up to his
neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She got lost in it. It could have
been seconds or hours when he pulled away, she just couldn’t tell and didn’t
care. He smiled at her, gazing deeply into her eyes. She could see his lust had
not cooled even a fraction with his release. The intensity of his gaze took her
breath away, and she felt her pussy throbbing, aching for some attention of its
own. Still holding her gaze, she felt his hand skim down her body to the
elastic of her bottoms. He moved backwards again, off of the chair, and took
her bottoms with him. “You’re turn,” he growled in a sexy whisper, kneeling in
front of her. Pulling her to the edge of the chair, he gripped her inner thighs
and encouraged her to open for him. She didn’t hesitate, opening before him
like a flower.