Alton’s steely stare made my asshole squeeze. “Yes. If you’re shy, there’s a small pool house.” He pointed over his shoulder to a pathway that wound to the right behind some hedges, but the challenge in those dark depths stopped me. There was amusement hidden there, too, and if there was one thing I hated, it was being mocked.
I gripped the swim briefs tighter in my hands and stepped back. It was warm with the heaters running. Maybe a daily swim was part of Alton’s routine, otherwise the waste of energy was obnoxious. Taking off my black sweater first, I threw it onto one of the white sun loungers and began to work on my pants. Button, zipper, and then I slid them down my legs while leaving my boxer briefs on.
He smiled, and the hot lust in his eyes had goose bumps prickling my skin. “Simple. I expected nothing less. I’m beginning to figure out your favorite color, Noah.”
I glanced down at my plain red boxer briefs. “Underwear doesn’t need to be fancy. I’m not trying to impress anyone.”
“Why is that?” He moved closer, and I held my breath. The only noises outside were the soft whir of a pool filter kicking on and my heart thumping so loudly I thought he’d hear it. “A handsome man like you could have his pick of the litter.”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. It was so easy, all I’d have to do was tell him I’m a virgin, except I couldn’t. My tongue grew heavy in my mouth. “I don’t need a man to make me happy. I have my art. I’m working on a degree, but because of you, I don’t know what I’m going to do with that.”
“It’s simple, Noah.” He shifted back again, the other pair of swim briefs still clutched in his hands. His pair were black without a design. Alton took his clothing off slowly, extracting one piece of material after the other until he was down to his plain navy briefs. When he slipped his thumb into the waistband and started to drag them down, my breath caught. He smirked. “You quit because you don’t need to study while you’re with me.”
It took me a moment to realize we were talking about my degree, but I lost my train of thought again when he dropped his underwear to the ground, leaving him stark naked. I zeroed in on his package—large, even while soft, and veiny. Wiry red hair surrounded it, trimmed short and neat around his plumpness.
My mouth watered and my cock twitched in my underwear. I turned my back to him, as though that would wash the image of his perfectly shaped shaft and glans out of my brain. He would have made a great model for a figure drawing class.
Fuck, I’d die for a taste of it.
Thoughts like that could become a problem. I couldn’t risk liking it here; this man took me from my family like a bounty. He didn’t deserve my attraction. But damn, he was hot.
I’m going to hell.
4
ALTON
The warm breezefrom the heaters tickled my cock and balls, and it was nice to have everything swinging free. I tossed my swim briefs aside, not really interested in them. Noah began to slide his underwear off with his back to me, but if he thought that was hiding anything important, he was wrong. His asscheeks were smooth, high, and rounded with just the right amount of muscle. Bitable. I didn’t like guys who worked out too much and were too hard-bodied. He looked like he’d have perfect padding for smashing against his ass while we fucked.
Shaking my head, I fought off a grin. He was shy, maybe, but he still had some nerve to strip down when he knew he wasn’t in charge of his situation. I did appreciate a solid set of balls on a man, and it helped that his were literal—they swung low enough I could see them easily. I stared, unashamed, while he stepped out of his underwear and glanced over his shoulder at me, his cheeks stained a soft pink that shined, nice and pretty.
He was going to be so tasty to break and ride. I’d used a stick to get him here, but I wasn’t stupid. Threats only went so far and lasted so long. I’d need to give him a carrot soon to make sure he decided to stay put. My fingers practically itched to get on that smooth skin of his and knead those ass muscles. Even his back was strangely hypnotizing as he bent to step into the swim briefs. I’d acquired a full wardrobe for him before he’d arrived here, and I was feeling proud of my ability to eyeball a man’s size with the way the swim briefs stretched tautly over his ass. I couldn’t decide if the cut of the briefs looked good, or if I was already transfixed by the heart shape of Noah’s ass.
When he turned back around, he glanced down and pulled at the bottom edge of the briefs. There wasn’t much to them. He sucked in his belly and wiggled the material down, but let out a small, dismayed sound when that brought the dark shadow of his pubic hair into sight. The pouch that cradled his cock was fuller than I might have expected. He glanced up, gray eyes wide, and I smirked at him. The pink in his cheeks flowed southward to flush his chest, and his belly heaved like he’d been running.
“Come enjoy the pool with me, sugar.”
His lips thinned and his bold eyebrows dove, as if he was thinking about telling me to go fuck myself. My heart raced and excitement tingled over my skin. I almost hoped he fought with me, almost wanted him to give me a reason to make him obey, but even though he shook his head, he stepped toward the pool. Sunlight dappled the water and painted him golden, and his muscles were like butter as he strolled to the edge of the water with his back straight and his head held high. He glanced over his shoulder at me, arched his arms, and executed a perfect shallow dive to slice into the water. That poetry in motion was wonderful, better than my car on the highway, and I was ready to see more. I walked over, sure I didn’t look nearly as nice on the way as he had, and sank down to sit on the edge of the pool. I dipped my feet into the warm water and watched as he surfaced on the far side, right before the wall. He glanced at me, then averted his eyes. I grinned and gave my cock a lazy stroke.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice breathy.
“Enjoying the view,” I drawled and leaned back on my hands. “Swim for me.”
He frowned, but it turned out more like a pout, and then he swiped the long curls from the top of his head out of his face. “There’s no deep end.”
“This is for relaxing. There’s an Olympic-indoor on the second level of the house.”
“Wasn’t that difficult to build?” he asked, drifting closer.
Amusement made me want to sit here longer because he still couldn’t bring himself to look at me. His arms worked easily through the water, and I could tell he was bouncing on the tips of his toes. He wasn’t short, but he was smaller than me. I licked my lips and slid into the pool. The warm water did nothing to douse my excitement as I easily made my way toward him. He sucked in his breath when I got close enough to crowd into his space.
“The Olympic was a pain in the fuckin’ ass to build and it’s worse to maintain, but that’s part of the point. It would’ve been easier to build the damned thing on the ground level. But where’s the fun in that? The pride? The joy?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Anything worth having isn’t easy to get,” I murmured and slipped a hand around his waist, guiding him closer to me. He thrashed a bit and my heart pounded harder, but he wasn’t making a true effort to get away.
Water splashed me in the face, and I laughed as I used a harsh grip on his hips to still him, then dragged him close. His chest was firm against mine, but my cock dug into the softness of his belly. His eyes were storm-cloud gray in the shadow I cast on him with the sun at my back.
