Hot Summer Lust (8 page)

My fingers trace along the lines of his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his hands. Every inch of him is a work of art. All sculpted and bronzed and strong-looking, with ropy veins and a light sun-bleached pelt of hair
on his chest, his arms. There’s a darker
arrow line on his lower abdomen, leading south…

I draw my fingertips across his six-pack, fascinated by the hard, quilted muscles.

I’m getting closer.

To that gigantic swell in his shorts, the shape and bulk clearly outlined under the wet material.

I’m
wildly
curious.

I touch him over his wet shorts, letting my hand ease around the thick length, rubbing my palm across the hardness of him.

Elias groans.

Carefully, I unfasten his shorts and loosen them, pulling them low
on his hips. I gasp as I free him
. It’s like I imagined, but different.
Bigger
.
Much
bigger. And
harder
.
It lays there rigid and engorged. Hot-looking. Here it is, this … this
maleness
in all its glory. The most primal
wash of longing floods through me. I’m getting used to my reactions to Eli
as so I’m not surprised that my mouth is watering
.
I kneel between his legs and I put my hands on him. I slide my palms along his silky, solid
length.
I finger the ridge of the crown and the small slit. I swirl the bead of moisture that’s leaking there, and touch my finger to my tongue.

He watches me do this, and his breath catches. “Sadie,” he says. “I’m not gonna last
long. You make me so hot, bab
y. So hard.”

I feel his endearment in my c
hest. My throat feels tight.
I can see that what I’m doing to him is almost painfully pleasurable for him. I squeeze him gently, increasing my pace and
tightening my grip.

“I … I’m not sure what you like,” I say. “I want to make you feel good
.” I’ve never done this before and I’m unsure, but
I can kind of tell that what I’m doing
does
feel good. Amazingly good.

“I like everything, honey,” he says, and his voice is husky with lust.

I lean forward and touch my nipple to the slippery tip of his cock.
I slip his big bulk between my breasts, rubbing gently. He groans his oath so loudly I stop. I think maybe he’s getting close
. I’m trying to imagine what might happen,
how
it will happen, and I remember I wanted to taste him as he comes. So
I take him gently in my fists and I lick him.

He’s sort of panting now, and groaning, so I lick him again. I put my lips around the
broad end and take him deeper, sucking on him like a popsicle.

“Sadie,” he’s moaning. “Fuck, Sadie.” Over and over. He’s praying.

I pump him gently as I suck harder.

And then it happens. His manhood starts to jerk. I taste him: a salty, milky liquid, jetting into my mouth – so
much
of it! I drink some but there’s too much. Some of it spills from my mouth in a sticky-sweet mess.
It’s all over him. It’s all over my chin and my hands, dripping onto my breasts.

It’s the most decadent
thing in the world. M
e, naked, covered in his seed, drinking it, holding him as his frothy pleasure still seeps. A sticky bond. An intimacy from which we’ll never recover.

He pulls me up to him and I’m lying on top of him. He wipes my mouth gently with his thumb.
His
eyes are lust-drowsed and awestruck.
“Sadie,” he whispers.

“You taste like heaven when you come,” I tell him. It’s true. He’s the most empowering thing that’s every happened to me.

Just like that, I’m addicted.

The girl is hot as fuck.
She’s covered in my c
um. It’s dripping down her chin and onto those unbelievably perfect breasts that are inches from my mouth
.
Her
lips are pink and wet.
She’s lying on top of me and she
wants
it so bad it’s making me crazy.

They all do.

But this is different. She doesn’t even know who I am.

I’m already hard
again
.
All I can do is so
rt of gaze at her like an
idiot. She’s got this
insane, beachy-blond hair that’s soft as silk, like she’s a mermaid or something.

Her body is something straight out a wet dream. Or a wet nightmare, more accurately. Because it’s the kind of body men would kill for. It’s the kind of body that once you see her and
feel
her and get your fucking rocks off by getting close to her, you’ll be ruined for anything else.

What makes it even worse is that she’s pure as the goddamn driven
snow. You can just
tell
by the way she moves. She’s got this insane way of
coming across both as innocent and horny as fuck.

It’s a lethal combination.

I hired her, of course. But
I avoided her for most of the day, putting together the harmony of the song I’m working
on. It’s coming together
but, even so, I kept
getting distracted. Who wouldn’t get
distracted? Just knowing she was …
in my house
.

I’d paced around, played with the riff, adjusted
the goddamn equalizer. P
aced some more. Tried to ignore my
demonically
rock-solid hard-on.
It didn’t want to be ignored. It had one thing on its mind.

Sadie.

I’d never felt so big
or so mean. So
needy and hypnotized.

I’d finally given up on the song for a while, and went into the house.

Where I’d almost lost it right then and there.

She’d been on her hands and knees, her hands all soapy, her skin aglow with a light gleam of sweat, her breasts all creamy and firm and spilling out of her shirt.

I’m so fucked.

And then, words don’t even.

That
bikini
.

I started to come just looking at her.
Not
coming
exactly but riding a weird sure thing, where you know you’re going to come but you can hold on to it and you’re existing in this state of pure, white-hot anticipation.

I’ve never experienced anything like it.

She tastes like a dream.
Like a sweet
, exotic angel in the sunshine.

She tastes like my worst nightmare because now I’d addicted to that rare, perfect elixir of her body.

And now she’s lying on top of me. I just came in her mouth but I’m hard again. M
y cock has realized its purpose and here it is. Downtime is not an option, apparently.

I want to fuck her so bad it hurts.

I know she’s a virgin. I don’t know how I know it but I do. She just has that quality about
her, of utter freshness. There’s an awkwardness there, too. She’s innocent and naïve but
all that’s overridden almost completely by sheer lust
.
Because she’s hot as hell, as though she just discovered the beauty of her own body and
loves
it.

I love it too.

I love it.

I don’t eve
r want her to climb off of me.
I’m holding her round, firm ass in my hands as she kisses me. My fingers play, touching her warm, slick folds. She’s writhing softly on top of me and the lips of her pussy press against the base of my cock
.
I’m so close.
I could
so easily position her, slide my hot cock right on into that juicy nirvana.

      
She’d let me. She wouldn’t stop me.
I know this, yet I don’t do it. Not yet. It’s not just that I don’t have a condom with me. There’s more to it than that,
and this is a whole new ballpark for me: I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want to rush it and scare her off by doing anything she might regret.

Not that she seems like she’s regretting much of anyt
hing right about now. That squirming
little body is burning up. She’s doing this soft, rhythmic grind against my cock. She’s breathing in quiet huffs. She might be about to come.

She
is
about to come.

She’s looking into my eyes now. Those clear, sky-blue eyes have this tender, transfixed glow, like she fucking l
oves me or something. I know that look. They all look at me like that. What’s different about this look is that I
feel
it. In my head and my heart and my cock
. I
want
her to look at me like that. I want to
drink in her adoration, and earn more of it.
Her sun-yellow
hair frames her face and lights up my
world. Silken ropes of it feather along my skin.

I’m so fucked.

“Elias,” she whispers, like I’m the goddamn ruler of the universe and she’s worshipping at my altar.

So I give her what she wants. I’m almost surprised by what comes out of my mouth. “That’s it, sugar
.
I’m gonna touch you and hold you and make you come again, just like you like it, sweet baby. Y
ou’re so sweet.
So damn beautiful. I’m gonna take such good care of you.
Kiss me, Sadie. Yeah, like that
. Give me your mouth.”

She does but she’s speechless b
y now.
I pull her knees forward a little, opening her, so she’s straddling me. I dip my tongue into her mouth as my fingers dip into that snug,
slippery pussy. I glide my fingers across her clit, into her pussy and her ass. She’s so tight but so
damn wet. I go deeper than I did before. I pull her closer, rubbing her clit with my cock, pressing the little nub with my thumb in soft glides as I suck on her tongue.

She’s coming.

She’s whimpering into my mouth. Her body’s bucking gently against me.

I can feel the tightening of her pussy
pulsing around my fingers. Those rhythmic clenches are so strong and so luscious, I can feel them against my cock.

Oh, fuck
.
I’m
coming.

I’m coming.

Holy hell
, she feels so damn good. Hot surges of my cum wet her stomach, and mine, creating a slick stickiness between us, like glue.
I wish it
was
glue. I wish I could keep her here, all to myself. I want to fu
ck her and use her and kiss her whenever I want.

My hands are on her ass.
Her hips
.
Her skin is so
soft. So smooth.
I cradle her head against my neck. My fingers trace along the lines of her body. I carefully brush a strand of her hair back from her face.

And I just hold her like that for a while.

It feels so good, j
ust us, here, in the sun. Tripping on our own kind of drug.
Riding the high of our own rush and letting it calm, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

After a while, I say her name. “
Sadie?
You okay?’

“Yeah,” she breathes quietly.
“Don’t move yet. I just want to stay here.”

After a minute, s
he lifts her head, looking at me.
She’s sort of drowsed-looking, drunk with the after-effects of her pleasure.

The blue of her eyes matches the sky.

Her gold-spun hair is dazzling.

Damn
, she’s beautiful.

She kisses my lips softly.
“Elias Hayes,” she murmurs and I almost panic.
Does she know me? It’s strange
, but I realize I don’t
want
her to. I want her to want me for this. For
me
. Without all the hype. If she doesn’t know who I am – which seems to be the case – she must be living in a goddamn bubble or something. She must be sheltered beyond belief. Secluded from the wider world by a lack of resources to connect. That must be it. I’
ve seen her house. The goddamn
thing’s practically falling apart.

I’m about to suggest we go back to my place and eat something. I know if I kiss her back, if I let this go in the direction it inevitably will, I know we’ll end up fucking – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – but it’s not the right time.

I can’t believe I’m saying this either, but I want it to be perfect.

Just then I hear the unmistakable sound of the deep, loud bass beats of a car stereo.

Son of a bitch.

The sound is coming from my own driveway. I glance over and see his
yellow Corvette in the distance but I already know who it is. The one and only person I told about the location of my new property, sworn to secrecy: Vaughn.

Sadie hears it too.
“You have visitors,” she says.

He’s on the far side of the house, but she reaches for her clothes.
I feel unreasonably
upset by this. I don’t want her to get dressed. I want to keep her here, naked, with me, alone.