Rock Hard
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“Well?” she asked. She turned to face him again, looking down at her body uncertainly. She brushed her hands over the flare of her hips. “Do you like it?”
She wanted him to form actual words? “Nice,” he managed. Nice? She looked f**king amazing. Say it, Sed. Before she closes the curtain.
Too late.
He stared at the red gingham curtain that concealed her from his eager gaze. His brain slowly started to function again. “It looks great, babe. Perfect. You look perfect in it. I think you should get it. I mean, it looks really, really good on you. Awesome. Did I mention sexy?”
She chuckled and called to him through the curtain, “I saw the look on your face, sweetheart. Of course I’m going to get it.”
Yes!
“Did you find anything?”
Who cares? “Yeah.” He glanced around, wondering what had happened to the swim shorts he’d been holding. He noticed them on the floor and stooped down to retrieve them.
Back in her sweats and T-shirt, she let herself out of the dressing room. Now that she’d reminded him what was under those baggy clothes, he couldn’t wait to get his hands all over her. Those thoughts did make walking normally a challenge, however.
He bought her swimsuit and his, as well as a couple of beach towels. They left the shop and made their way to the locker rooms near the Olympic-sized swimming pool. He pinned her to the wall near a glowing torch and kissed her deeply. After a moment, he pulled his mouth away and gazed down at her. His dick strained against his pants as he pressed it against her lower belly.
“Do you have any ideas on how to get this hard-on into the pool without the whole world noticing my tented shorts?”
“Towel around the waist? That’s how I plan to conceal the juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.”
He growled in torment, drawing a shudder of anticipation from her. “You’re deliciously evil.”
She chuckled.
“But mostly delicious.” He dug her scrap of bikini and one of the beach towels out of the sack and handed them to her. “Meet you on the other side,” he murmured. “Don’t dawdle.”
“No chance.”
He watched her enter the women’s dressing area, and then went into the men’s. He successfully got into his swim shorts, locked his belongings in a rented locker, and wrapped his towel around his waist. It did make his tented shorts less noticeable, especially if he bent at the waist slightly. At least, that’s what he told himself.
He waited impatiently outside the women’s dressing rooms. Ignoring the appreciative stares of nearby women, he crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the attractions looking for something that would offer them discretion, but not diminish the excitement of their overt naughtiness. Wave pool. Definitely the wave pool. The sound of the rhythmically lapping waters had his lap at full attention.
Jessica stepped out of the dressing room looking hotter than the sun. She’d let her hair down and, as she’d planned, had her towel wrapped around her waist. It hid her thighs from view but didn’t prevent him from thinking of her juices and how much he wanted to taste them.
“Wave pool?” he asked, extending his hand toward her. She grasped it a little tighter than usual.
They gazed across the expanse of concrete, pools, and fountains to the wave pool. The attraction was tucked in the farthest corner of the park and only had a few people surfing amongst the waves on inner tubes and body boards. Except for the glow of the occasional torch stuck in the sand, the entire right half of the pool was bathed in darkness. Plenty of shadows for discretion.
“Wave pool,” she agreed breathlessly.
He led her to the shadowed side of the pool. Male heads turned as she passed. The fact that she was with Sed didn’t seem to phase them.
When they reached the five-foot marker on the side of the wave pool, Sed tossed his towel on the ground and jumped into the water feet first. He moved toward the deep end until the water sloshed against the tops of his shoulders and held his hands out to catch Jessica. She dropped her towel, took his hands, and slid into the water in front of him. She released his hands and shifted them to his shoulders.
“My feet don’t touch the ground here.” Her legs brushed against his as she treaded water to stay afloat.
“Just hold on to me,” he murmured. “There is no height disadvantage in the water.”
They were eye-to-eye for a change and got lost in each other’s gazes as they stared at one another.
“I’m glad you took off your sunglasses,” she murmured, lifting her wet hand to touch his cheek. “When you wear them, I miss looking into your gorgeous blue eyes.”
“I hope no one recognizes me. I should have bought some swim goggles to replace my disguise.”
She laughed. “That would have been so sexy, baby.”
Thirty minutes until the park closes, a loud speaker announced.
Sed nuzzled Jessica’s neck. “I need to be inside you.”
She shifted closer, tightening her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I need you inside me.”
He reached between their bodies and pushed the front of his shorts down. His dick sprang free, hard as stone and ready for action. He carefully brushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms to one side and guided himself into her body. Her mew of pleasure, as she sank down to take him deep, grabbed him by the balls. He shuddered, his eyes drifting closed, his mouth open. Her warmth surrounded him, so soft and inviting. His pleasure was intense. His need overwhelming.
His hands shifted to the slick skin of her ass, drawing her closer, pressing himself deeper. Water sloshed over her face as the waves built. There was a height difference now that their bodies were joined. He inched toward shallower water. She leaned back, her fingertips gripping his shoulders. She locked her shins into his sides and drew her hips away, before taking him deep again.
He watched her as she took charge of their joining. She seemed totally oblivious to anything but the feel of his body filling her, receding, filling her again. He let her ride him, relishing her obvious pleasure, but forcing his attention to their surroundings occasionally. He had to keep a lookout for anyone who might be paying attention. He didn’t want to risk her getting hurt by some idiot with a video camera again.
He’d rather watch her getting off on him, however—her head tilted back in reckless abandon, her hair trailing in the water behind her. Her eyes were closed, but her lips remained parted as she gasped and groaned and gasped and groaned.
She wanted him to form actual words? “Nice,” he managed. Nice? She looked f**king amazing. Say it, Sed. Before she closes the curtain.
Too late.
He stared at the red gingham curtain that concealed her from his eager gaze. His brain slowly started to function again. “It looks great, babe. Perfect. You look perfect in it. I think you should get it. I mean, it looks really, really good on you. Awesome. Did I mention sexy?”
She chuckled and called to him through the curtain, “I saw the look on your face, sweetheart. Of course I’m going to get it.”
Yes!
“Did you find anything?”
Who cares? “Yeah.” He glanced around, wondering what had happened to the swim shorts he’d been holding. He noticed them on the floor and stooped down to retrieve them.
Back in her sweats and T-shirt, she let herself out of the dressing room. Now that she’d reminded him what was under those baggy clothes, he couldn’t wait to get his hands all over her. Those thoughts did make walking normally a challenge, however.
He bought her swimsuit and his, as well as a couple of beach towels. They left the shop and made their way to the locker rooms near the Olympic-sized swimming pool. He pinned her to the wall near a glowing torch and kissed her deeply. After a moment, he pulled his mouth away and gazed down at her. His dick strained against his pants as he pressed it against her lower belly.
“Do you have any ideas on how to get this hard-on into the pool without the whole world noticing my tented shorts?”
“Towel around the waist? That’s how I plan to conceal the juices dripping down the inside of my thighs.”
He growled in torment, drawing a shudder of anticipation from her. “You’re deliciously evil.”
She chuckled.
“But mostly delicious.” He dug her scrap of bikini and one of the beach towels out of the sack and handed them to her. “Meet you on the other side,” he murmured. “Don’t dawdle.”
“No chance.”
He watched her enter the women’s dressing area, and then went into the men’s. He successfully got into his swim shorts, locked his belongings in a rented locker, and wrapped his towel around his waist. It did make his tented shorts less noticeable, especially if he bent at the waist slightly. At least, that’s what he told himself.
He waited impatiently outside the women’s dressing rooms. Ignoring the appreciative stares of nearby women, he crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the attractions looking for something that would offer them discretion, but not diminish the excitement of their overt naughtiness. Wave pool. Definitely the wave pool. The sound of the rhythmically lapping waters had his lap at full attention.
Jessica stepped out of the dressing room looking hotter than the sun. She’d let her hair down and, as she’d planned, had her towel wrapped around her waist. It hid her thighs from view but didn’t prevent him from thinking of her juices and how much he wanted to taste them.
“Wave pool?” he asked, extending his hand toward her. She grasped it a little tighter than usual.
They gazed across the expanse of concrete, pools, and fountains to the wave pool. The attraction was tucked in the farthest corner of the park and only had a few people surfing amongst the waves on inner tubes and body boards. Except for the glow of the occasional torch stuck in the sand, the entire right half of the pool was bathed in darkness. Plenty of shadows for discretion.
“Wave pool,” she agreed breathlessly.
He led her to the shadowed side of the pool. Male heads turned as she passed. The fact that she was with Sed didn’t seem to phase them.
When they reached the five-foot marker on the side of the wave pool, Sed tossed his towel on the ground and jumped into the water feet first. He moved toward the deep end until the water sloshed against the tops of his shoulders and held his hands out to catch Jessica. She dropped her towel, took his hands, and slid into the water in front of him. She released his hands and shifted them to his shoulders.
“My feet don’t touch the ground here.” Her legs brushed against his as she treaded water to stay afloat.
“Just hold on to me,” he murmured. “There is no height disadvantage in the water.”
They were eye-to-eye for a change and got lost in each other’s gazes as they stared at one another.
“I’m glad you took off your sunglasses,” she murmured, lifting her wet hand to touch his cheek. “When you wear them, I miss looking into your gorgeous blue eyes.”
“I hope no one recognizes me. I should have bought some swim goggles to replace my disguise.”
She laughed. “That would have been so sexy, baby.”
Thirty minutes until the park closes, a loud speaker announced.
Sed nuzzled Jessica’s neck. “I need to be inside you.”
She shifted closer, tightening her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I need you inside me.”
He reached between their bodies and pushed the front of his shorts down. His dick sprang free, hard as stone and ready for action. He carefully brushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms to one side and guided himself into her body. Her mew of pleasure, as she sank down to take him deep, grabbed him by the balls. He shuddered, his eyes drifting closed, his mouth open. Her warmth surrounded him, so soft and inviting. His pleasure was intense. His need overwhelming.
His hands shifted to the slick skin of her ass, drawing her closer, pressing himself deeper. Water sloshed over her face as the waves built. There was a height difference now that their bodies were joined. He inched toward shallower water. She leaned back, her fingertips gripping his shoulders. She locked her shins into his sides and drew her hips away, before taking him deep again.
He watched her as she took charge of their joining. She seemed totally oblivious to anything but the feel of his body filling her, receding, filling her again. He let her ride him, relishing her obvious pleasure, but forcing his attention to their surroundings occasionally. He had to keep a lookout for anyone who might be paying attention. He didn’t want to risk her getting hurt by some idiot with a video camera again.
He’d rather watch her getting off on him, however—her head tilted back in reckless abandon, her hair trailing in the water behind her. Her eyes were closed, but her lips remained parted as she gasped and groaned and gasped and groaned.
