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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Isearch Rafe’s eyesto see if he’s joking.
He’s not.
I can just fake an orgasm. Only the way he’s rubbing himself between my thighs feels so good, I don’t want him to stop. There is something titillating about having sex in unconventional places, even a little exciting that we could get away with something naughty. At the same time, I’d be mortified if we got caught.
My body grinds against his. It wants to go for it.
“Feeling good?” he asks when I fail to stifle a moan.
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiles. Did I just call him “sir” again?
The warmth of our breaths, his body, and my arousal contrasts against the coolness of the water. I’ve never made out in a pool before.
I wrap my arms around his neck. He lets me use his hard-on to build the tension between my legs. With the buoyancy from the water, I’m able to angle myself in new ways. It’s fun. I rub myself against him with more intensity, wishing I could be on his cock instead of “dry” humping him.
He fists his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck for him to caress with his lips. My breath skitters.
“You better come soon, Priscilla,” he says.
I never liked my name all that much because it sounds a touch old-fashioned, but Rafe makes it sound damn sexy.
“All this rubbing against my cock makes me want to fuck you in my pool,” he finishes.
His words spike my arousal. A few minutes later, I shudder with my climax. Forgetting that others could be around, I let out a soft cry. My arms slip from his neck, but he holds me aloft.
I don’t know if James has already returned without my knowledge. It’s possible. For now, I stay where I am.
Rafe presses his lips to my forehead. “The incentive worked.”
I sigh in relief but stiffen when he says, “I still want to fuck you, though.”
He flips me around to face the deck, pulls back my hips, and shoves his pelvis at my backside. He grinds against me, using me the way I used him. I want to suggest that we continue elsewhere, but he shoves his hand down the front of my bikini. His fingers tease my clit, and suddenly my interest in having a second orgasm is greater than my interest in privacy. Only now that I’m turned around, I can see if and when James is coming.
Please don’t come back yet, I will the young man. There’s no disguising what’s going on in my current position.
At times, Rafe pushes against me so hard I wonder if he’ll end up spearing me through our bathing suits, and my pussy isn’t the hole he’ll necessarily end up in. And I almost don’t care.
When he withdraws his hand to grasp both my hips, I long for his touch as if I haven’t had it in years. I grab onto the pool’s edge as he thrusts his pelvis at me and grunts. I feel his body quiver. I hear him catch his breath. Then he slips his hand back in my bikini bottom. I moan my appreciation. His other hand reaches beneath my bikini top to squeeze my breast.
“Ask my permission to come this time,” he says.
“Can I come, Sir?” I ask without hesitating.
“Have you been good?”
Even though the water washes away my wetness, I find I don’t need the lubrication. His fingers know how to work my clit, digging into the sensitive spots, making me crazy with need.
“Yes,” I gasp.
