“Give it to me.” I lower my leg before sitting on the edge of the pool. His nostils flare, and he follows my with his eyes but doesn’t move. “Devin,” I say, “it’s my turn. I want it.”
Never taking his eyes from me, he swipes a wet hand over the lower half of his face, then stands on the bench, putting his massive cock directly in front of me. It’s the first time I’m really seeing it, and it looks every bit as impressive as it felt.
“Open.” I do, eagerly. But instead of doing what I expect, he starts to masturbate again, jacking himself in a tight fist with short, rough strokes just below the head. When I try to close my mouth around it, he stops me with a hand in my hair. “Not this time, Miriam. I’ve thought about my come on your pink tongue more times than I can count. I need to see it.”
I moan my approval and beg him to hurry with my eyes, sticking my tongue out as an offering and invitation all in one.
“Shit yes, baby, that’s so fucking hot. Get ready, it’s coming.”
As Devin growls through his climax and spends rope after rope in my mouth, I feel...powerful. Not because I’m older, or more mature, or in a position of authority over him. But because he desires me to the point of distraction. Because I’m able to make him lose his careful control. Because I make him come so hard that Mr. All-American Athlete is panting like he just ran the Boston Marathon.
Wholly proud of myself and content beyond imagination, I grin and use a finger to push a drop of him back into my mouth and drink it down with the rest.
“Fucking hell, Miri, you really are gonna kill me.” With that he bends down to kiss me thoroughly, in one final melding of each other. The fact that he doesn’t get grossed out by the idea of tasting himself is a revelation. His confidence and security in his body and sexuality is so damn sexy.
He sits on the bench in the pool again and pulls me into his lap, letting me come down the rest of the way from the euphoric clouds I’ve been floating in. He holds me with my head tucked under his neck as we sit in comfortable silence. It feels like only five minutes later when he finally speaks.
“Let’s head inside. I’m thinking the shower for round three.”
“Now?” I pull back enough to meet his eyes.
Arching a single eyebrow, he says, “I thought you were paying attention earlier.”
“And I thought you were joking.”
He slides a hand into my hair at the nape of my neck and grins. “Not even a little bit, Ms. Fox.”
“Devin, I’m not one of your groupie cheerleaders. You don’t need to impress me by claiming you can keep up with my favorite vibrator.”
For once, I’m the one shocking him. His mouth falls open before he catches himself and snaps it shut. “FYI, we’ll be playing show-and-tell with your toys later.”
His gaze sparks with renewed desire, instantly igniting the flame in my belly as though I didn’t just come like my life depended on it. Twice. “That sounds promising.”
“It will be, but first I’m going to prove that I’m better at poker than you are. Because when you know how to build a winning hand, you don’t need to bluff.”
In one easy motion, Devin lifts me into a cradle hold against his chest and carries me towards the house. I mentally smack the swoon away and roll my eyes instead. Snark is better than swooning. “Just keep in mind you’re not the Energizer Bunny. Besides, that much sex would probably break me after my two-year dry streak.” I cringe when I realize that last part didn’t stay inside my head like it was supposed to.
“Two years?” The shock doesn’t break his stride as he emerges from the pool with me in his arms like a water god carrying a maiden to shore. “Damn. I figured it’d been a few months, but years?”
“Hey, I’ve been busy!”
He scoffs and sets me down to grab us towels from the weather-proof chest. “Obviously not. But you’re about to be.” Devin efficiently wraps us in towels then levels me with a devilish look. “Prepare yourself, Miriam Fox. Being around you is like a visual form of Viagra, I’m horny as fuck, and my stamina and cardio are off the charts high--bennies of being young and in shape. If anyone can kick the Energizer Bunny’s ass, it’s me. And for the record, I accept blow jobs as apology currency.”
“For the record,” I say, peering up at him through my lashes, my confidence growing by the minute around him. “If you earn the apology, I’ll gladly double the fine.”
He laughs and pulls me into his strong arms. “I fucking love Fuck Club.”
7
Miriam
Today is Day 7--or what I’ve been referring to in my own mind, D-Day, aka Done Day.
Like every morning since I agreed to this brief fling, I carefully slip from my bed so I don’t disturb the slumbering bear next to me. Devin wasn’t exaggerating when he promised to work hard during the day and even harder at night. He has ten times the work ethic of a lot of men twice his age. He probably would’ve had the landscaping job done a couple days ago if he didn’t take so many sex breaks. He really is a Sex Hobbit.
As I pad my way out to the kitchen, I pull on my favorite of Devin’s huge, threadbare T-shirts. It’s soft, hits me at mid-thigh, and smells like him. I already plan on “misplacing” it before he leaves tomorrow morning. A girl’s gotta have a souveneir to remember the best sex week of her life, right?
I get to work making coffee and getting everything I need to make him breakfast. I swear, the man eats enough for three
