Red Hot Rose Boxed Set (26 page)

And then we went into the water.

I came up sputtering, ready to dunk him good for getting me wet.
 
I was so not in the mood to swim right now.
 
Whatever passion had started to overtake me was quickly gone.

I was clinging to the edge of the pool when I felt him coming up from behind me, his hands running up the outside of my legs.

“Stop,” I said, annoyed.
 
But he couldn’t hear me; he was underwater.
 
I struggled a
 
little.
 

And then his hands went to the inside of my thighs and his body pressed up against mine from behind.

My mood lightened a little.

A moment later I felt his still very hard cock up against my rear end, pressing into the space between my cheeks.
 
Warmth flooded between my legs as my body responded to the erotic sensations of his warm body and the cool water.

He came up slowly, silently out of the water behind me, breathing warm air against my neck and ear.
 
“Hey, baby.
 
Can you feel me?”
 
His fingers went into my folds from the front, causing me to inhale sharply.
 
“Hmmm?
 
Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” I whispered, no longer angry that he’d pulled me into the water.
 
This was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
 
It was confusing to feel hot and cold at the same time, with the water gently lapping at my sensitive neck, his hard body so close to mine it was heating up the water between us.
 
And then as he moved with the motion of the water, some of the cooler stuff would rush in and make me shiver all over again.

“Oh my god, you are so wet for me already.
 
You feel me sliding up in there like that?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

“We’ll drown,” I said, but I turned anyway, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He took the edge of the pool behind me, moving us down to the shallow end.
 
“Wrap your legs around me.”

I lifted my legs up through the water and pulled myself up against him, layering my ankles over one another behind him.
 
My breasts were bouncing lazily in the water between us and I could feel his rod occasionally brush up against me.

“Don’t be shy,” he encouraged with a devilish grin.
 
“Move closer.
 
Take me inside you.”

My breath was coming in gasps, just imagining him in there.
 
I reached down with one hand and found his hard member just below me.
 
I adjusted myself down until my chin was just resting on the surface of the water, and touched his head to my opening.

“Do it,” he said in a low growl.

I pulled him towards me with my legs.
 
At first there was a resistance there.
 
My juices had been washed away and his huge cock was pressing insistently at my opening.
 
I could feel a stretching that maybe should have been uncomfortable, but all I wanted him to do was press harder.

“Do it,” he said louder, taking his hands off the side of the pool and pressing them into my lower back.

I pulsed in and out, moving first just his head into me and then more and more of him.
 
As he got deeper, the slick juices made the going easier and more slippery, and the feeling of having sex while floating sent me to a place I’d never been.
 
I began to whimper with the need.

“Maybe we should stop?” he said, starting to pull out.

“What?
 
No!” I said, pulling him back into me with my legs.

“But you said no more touching.”
 
He slammed his lips into mind and kissed me until my head started to spin, our tongues dancing around one another tangling together as he slowly pumped his cock into me over and over.
 

“Please don’t go,” I begged.
 
“Please.
 
I need this.”

“You need what?” he growled, biting my neck and pounding into me harder.

“I need you. I need this!
 
Please! Oh god!”

“Say it!” he demanded.
 
“Tell me to fuck you.”

I didn’t hesitate.
 
“Fuck me, Alex.
 
Yes, please fuck me.”
 
I pulled him into me and held him there, struggling against him, not even fully aware of what I was doing.

“Yeah, that’s right.
 
Get off on me, babe.
 
You fuck
me
now.”
 
He pulled out a little and I screamed, digging my nails in him and grabbing him on the ass, pushing him all the way back in.
 
“No!” I yelled.
 
“I’m … not … done … yet….”

“Arrrrrr!” Alex let out an animal roar that sent both of us over the edge.
 
He abandoned letting me run the show and stroked into me over and over, back to hanging onto the pool with one hand and pushing against my lower back with the other.
 
I clung onto him for dear life as the waves of my orgasm took me over, pulsing through me like jolts of lightning, frying my brain.
 
All I could think about was how I never wanted this to end.

Alex came with several deep thrusts and then stopped, pushing into me and burying himself to the hilt, dropping his lips to my neck where he sucked me hard.

I reached my arms up to grab his hair and pull his head off me.
 
Tipping it back I licked his lips with my tongue.
 
He smiled and pushed into me, turning my game into a kiss.
 
We both moaned with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but grin as I felt him growing hard against me once more.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, pushing away from the wall, and wrapping his arms around me.
 
I rode him around the shallow end of the pool like a monkey, smiling like crazy.
 
I couldn’t help it.

“Tell me,” he insisted, kissing me fast on the mouth.

“You.
 
You’re insatiable.
 
You’re getting hard again.”

“What can I say?
 
You make me feel like superman.”

“I thought you told me you weren’t superman.”

“Obviously I was right.
 
See?
 
I wasn’t able to resist your charms at all tonight.”

“I don’t think you tried very hard,” I chastised.

“Probably not.
 
But why should I?”
 
He kissed me gently.
 
“Seriously.
 
We’re good together.
 
When I’m with you, I feel like I can fly.
 
Honestly, I don’t even care if I win this election, so long as I can have you by my side.”

I stroked his face.
 
“You don’t mean that.”

He grabbed my fingers and put them to his mouth, kissing them.
 
“Yes, I do mean it,” he said, no longer smiling.
 
“Since I’ve met you, everything has changed.
 
Everything
.
 
People who used to matter to me, don’t.
 
Things that used to matter don’t.
 
Every time I see you all I can do is think about how I can convince you to stay.
 
And when you’re gone, all I want to do is drive over and steal you away.
 
It’s making me crazy to not have you in my life.”

“But I am in your life.”
 
I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
 
He was blowing me away with his pleas.
 
I knew they were genuine.
 
I just couldn’t believe it was me who had inspired all of it.

“You’re in but you’re not in.
 
You know that.
 
You’re keeping me at arm’s length.”

I laughed.
 
“I’d hardly call this at arms length.”
 
I reached down and took his semi-hard cock in my hand.

“Don’t try to distract me,” he warned, his lips coming to mine again passionately.
 
My hands came up to wrap around his neck.
 
I wanted to drown in his kisses.
 
They felt like home to me.

He pulled away.
 
“I have a surprise for you.
 
Come have dinner with me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to play again,” I said, reaching down for him once more.

He grabbed my hand.
 
“Don’t tempt me.
 
Come to dinner.
 
And after, if you still want to, I’ll be yours all night.
 
I promise.”

“Fine.”
 
I pouted.
 
“But I’m not a very patient person, just so you know.”

He laughed.
 
“That makes two of us.”

He walked out of the pool and held up a towel for me.
 
“Come dry off.
 
I don’t want you catching a cold.”

I let him wrap the warm soft cotton around me.
 
“That’s not very likely considering it’s probably still seventy degrees out here.”

He slung a towel around his waist and walked me back to the porch, his arm around my waist.
 
“Did you have fun today?”

“Tons.
 
It was amazing.
 
You have a great team.”

“
We
have a great team.”

“Yes.
 
We.”
 
It felt great to be included with him like that.

“Have a seat.”
 
He gestured to the seat in front of him.

I sat down, adjusting the towel so it was tucked in by my armpit.
 
“Shouldn’t I get dressed first?”

“No.
 
This is perfect.
 
Well, actually, it’d be better like this.”
 
He leaned over and unhooked my towel, forcing it down to my hips.
 
“Now it’s perfect,” he said, his voice serious again.

I blushed.
 
“No fair.
 
You’re still covered.”

He winked, dropping his towel to the ground.
 
“Not anymore.”
 
He sat down across from me, but not before I noticed him getting hard again.

“You want me,” I whispered leaning forward and licking my lips at him.

He laughed.
 
“You’re trouble.
 
Let’s have a glass of champagne.”
 
He uncorked the bottle, staring at me the whole time.

I watched as he poured me half a glass and half for himself.
 
He put the bottle down and lifted up his flute.
 
“To my girlfriend.
 
The woman I want to spend the rest of my days with.”

I was in the middle of raising my glass to his when his words hit me.
 
“What?” My voice came out strangled.

“You heard me.”
 
He tapped the edge of his glass to mine and the perfect musical note rang out around us.
 
He put the glass to his lips and sipped his drink, daring me with a look to respond.

My heart was warring with my brain.
 
Love and reason were at opposite ends of my world right now.
 
“How can you possibly know you feel that way about me?”

“The same way you know it.
 
I know you feel this, too.
 
It can’t be just me.
 
Tell me the truth, Rose.
 
Tell yourself the truth.
 
You want me, and not just in your bed for a quick fuck.
 
You want me heart and soul.
 
Say it.”
 
He put his drink down to the table slowly, a storm cloud moving over his face.

Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.
 
He wasn’t trying to intimidate me, I knew that.
 
He was wrestling with his own deep emotions, and they were out of control - something he wasn’t used to.

“I can’t say it,” I whispered.
 
The feeling was there, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Maybe I can help you,” he said, slowly rising from his chair.
 
I watched as his body went up, and then lowered my eyes to his bulging cock.
 
It was heavy, hanging down to point at me.

He got out from behind the table and kneeled down next to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked softly.

He jerked my chair over to the side so I was facing him, my towel around my waist, my breasts bare and in his face.

“I’m going to help you find the words.”
 
He reached over slowly to pull the sides of the towel away from my hips.

I moved to stop him but he grabbed my wrists, squeezing them and guiding my hands over to the arms of the chair.
 
“Put your hands here and don’t move them.
 
Not until you have my permission.”

I let him put my hands there and grasped the edges of the seat, my breath coming faster now.
 
I couldn’t say the words he wanted to hear.
 
I just couldn’t.
 
But that didn’t stop my body from wanting him to do whatever he was about to do.

He pushed my thighs apart and lowered himself down, kissing one of my knees.
 
The tickling sensation sent a spark up to my pussy, which was already responding with wetness.
 
I could smell the chlorine from the pool water mixed with the sex we’d had earlier.

He licked his way up my thigh, stopping just before he reached my lips and then skipping over to my other thigh.
 
I whimpered softly at the unfulfilled need to feel his tongue on me again.

He looked up at me.
 
“Say the words.”