Page 89 of Stealing Blinds

She shouldn’t expect that to change. I want to spoil her with pretty things, but keep her all to myself. Locked away, safe and hidden from the prying eyes of assholes like me.

“Anyway,” she drawls, “he told me these songs would relax you.”

I hook her legs around my waist, eating up every morsel of space between us. “Maddox?”

“Yep.” She threads the hair at my nape through her fingers while subtly grinding her cunt on my irate dick. “I think Tessa told him I was gearing up to talk to you because she’d mentioned you were swimming about a half hour before I came out, and he intercepted me on my way.”

“Did you play it in order?” When she nods, I relay my theory. “It was an escalation. Subtle messages about us getting it on, with a few normal selections mixed in to throw us off, until he beat us over the head with the idea.”

“I think I heard Marvin Gaye. Your family is so freaking weird.” Her whole face lights up with that astute observation. “I love it.”

“Good. They love you, and you’re stuck with them.” I grip her wet strands, tilting her head to the angle I want it to devour her lips again, but after another few swipes of my tongue, my greed for her wins out. “I need to fuck you now. Regardless of the cheesy, mood-killing soundtrack. I planned on trying to spare the pool from having to be drained, but we’re in it now.”

She widens her spellbinding eyes. “That won’t be embarrassing at all.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got shit on all of them.”

“Just like they do on you,” she sings.

I will be circling back to that because someone spilled shit they shouldn’t have, but we’re not getting waylaid now.

“The pool can be drying.” I flick her clit, though it probably lacks the sting beneath the water, before I plunge two fingers inside her. “Are you good?”

“More than good.” She tightens around the invasion and bites my bottom lip, her gaze firmly locked on mine when she extends a soothing lick. “Are you always going to be so overprotective?”

“There is no such thing as being overprotective when it comes to shielding a treasure. But two things can happen simultaneously. I will fuck you in every position imaginable, putting your gymnastics training to good use and ravishing your body, while I’m taking care of you.” I wink and move us forward. “Was me behind you good?”

She releases a seductive whistle as she nods. So fucking sexy.

Holding her against me, I swim on my back until I reach the traitorous float. This time, it won’t be able to eject us. I place it on the tanning ledge like I did before and lay her on top, stomach down. With me standing between her thighs. On second thought, I maneuver us so her legs are pushed together and mine are bracketing her. She’s been loosened up, so I think she can handle the tighter fit.

We’ve had enough distraction and more chatting than I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve loved every fucking minute, but I need to make her come again before I do, and my balls are aching. So, without warning, I thrust inside her.

She cries out immediately, her knuckles blanching on the sides of the pool bed as she holds on for dear life.

“You can take it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” I keep my rhythm slow for the first four or five pumps—in and out and savoring the sight of each barbell disappearing inside her—but when she lifts her hips in an offering, I let myself go.

She’s so fucking responsive. I knew she’d come with shallow penetration, but her entire body is a live wire with me slamming into her.

Her puffed exasperations of, “Yes,” and, “More,” and, “Right there,” are a strong confirmation too. I’d say my piercings are hitting just right from this angle.

And, Christ, the view is enough to take me out. Her luscious heart-shaped ass and toned physique are mouthwatering. There’s a dip below her ribs and two dimples dotting her lower back. And every inch of her smooth skin is a shimmery golden tan.

“So gorgeous, Sylv. Fucking mine.” I grit my teeth, determined to hold out until she reaches her climax even though I’ve never been this hard in my life. Taking her raw is intoxicating. Leaning forward, I gather her thick strands that have fallen free from her knot and clutch them until her chin is forced up.

“Oh fu—oh,” she mutters, utterly nonsensical.

I thought she’d like that. Contradictory sensations seem to send her soaring. With her legs floating in the water, her nipples grazing the fabric raft, her scalp tingling, and my cock filling her, she’s undone.

Goose bumps sprout on her spine and arms, where her skin is uncovered by water. I know that means she’s close.

“Time to start begging, Sly.”

Because she’s a competitive little bandit who yearns to snatch the win in every fucking situation, she hears my taunt and raises me. Using her core strength, she pushes back with zeal, which has me so fucking deep that the entertainment area streaks to a blur of lights and flames and dots of blue. A guttural groan roars from my lungs. Then she squeezes with everything she’s got, the walls of her pussy clamping down and strangling my cock.

“Fucking hell, baby.” I ram into her, my knees weak and my mind gone. “You feel so … Jesus Christ.”

“Praying is a nice touch, but I think you should beg.” She can’t quite turn her head, but she strains to glance at me, shoving her ass into me again. “I’d like to hear you fall apart, pretty boy.”