“Right now?” she asks, breathless and annoyed. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here,” she groans, reaching between us to grasp my leaking dick. Her hand wraps around it and strokes from the base all the way to the head, her fingers paying extra attention to the piercings.
I growl and thrust into her hand, my head dropping to her shoulder as she works me over. Between the warmth of the water and the heat of her hand, I’m at risk of embarrassing myself. I pant against her skin, not wanting her to stop, but also wanting this moment to last as long as possible. I can’t even count how many wet dreams I had about her as a teenager, how many times I dreamed about this moment and how I would pleasure her until she couldn’t walk.
I want to hear my name coming out of her mouth over and over again. I want to feel her cunt pulse around my tongue, my fingers, and my dick. I want to taste her as she screams through every orgasm I give her. I want her to squirt all over my cock.
I want her messy and marked and mine.
“Tell me why you left me,” I plead with her. I need to know. I need to know why she cut me out of her life and why now is different than back then. Why does she want me now but not then? “I need to know, Zo?, please,” I beg her, looking her in the eye and pulling her hand free from me. “What was it about me back then that wasn’t good enough? What makes me good enough now?”
“You were always good enough, Wesley,” she says, running her fingers through my beard again, scratching at my jaw and trying very hard to not look me in the eye. “I can’t tell you why I left,” she finally says.
I let her down and wade through the water to the other side of the pool, running my hands through my hair and trying to come to terms with whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here. My dick is screaming at me to go back and rut into her like an animal possessed. But my mind needs to know the secrets.
She’s hiding something, and I can’t let it go.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Don’t walk away from me!” she yells as I try to make my way out of the pool.
“Oh, that’s fucking rich,” I tell her, whipping around to see her standing in the water with her arms crossed and attitude written all over her face. “You’re the one that walked away from me, remember? You walked out of my graduation party and out of my fucking life!” My voice reverberates off the walls, and I can hear the growl in my tone.
“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I left to protect you?” she asks, her tone matching my own. We’ve advanced on each other, closing the gap and getting heated in each other’s faces. Her chest is heaving with her temper, and I can feel my own anger taking over.
“What the fuck could you possibly be protecting me from, Zo??”
She groans and pushes my chest. When I don’t move, she pushes me again, harder this time. I huff a laugh and cross my arms. I raise my eyebrow and look down at her. She growls in frustration and begins swinging her small fists at my arms and anywhere on my torso she can connect with.
“You’re such an idiot,” she groans, pulling herself free to walk away. She rakes her hands through her curls in frustration and then turns back on me. “Your uncle told me to fucking leave,” she throws at me.
I take a step back like she’s physically hit me. My stomach sinks, and my entire body heats in a mixture of anger and shame. I look at her, and she’s guarded, refusing to look at me. She has her walls up, and I know she isn’t telling the whole truth. There’s something else there she isn’t telling me.
“Happy?” she asks, wiping a tear from her cheek. I made her cry. My uncle made her cry. I can feel the shame overtake the anger as I make my way over to her. “He said he would cut you out of the business, out of his fucking life,” she admits, her voice thick with tears.
“Zo?,” I murmur as I take her face in my hands and brush the tears from her cheeks. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that? I didn’t even want the business, and even if I did, I could’ve handled it.” She shrugs and still refuses to look me in the eye. I know there’s more to the story, but she’s already told me a secret, and that was the deal.
I lean down and kiss her softly, tasting her tears as she opens her mouth to me. I pick her up again and carry her to the side of the pool. I sit her on the edge and guide her to lie back. I pick her feet up and sit them on the pool deck next to her butt and take in the sight of her spread open for me.
“I know there’s more you aren’t telling me,” I tell her as I run a finger through her folds and circle her clit. Her hips move, and her breathing picks up. Her nipples are pebbled, and the water sliding down her soft skin leaves goose bumps in its wake. “But I’ve put off tasting you as long as I can. We can talk about it later.”
I spread her open with my hand, and she gasps as I descend on her pussy, not fucking around with teasing her anymore. I lick and suck and bite as I devour her. Her hips move as she grinds herself onto my face. She tastes so fucking sweet as I dip my tongue inside of her, using my thumb to play with her clit.
Her whines and moans are driving me mad with lust. My hips hump into the water, seeking friction with literally anything while she chases her second orgasm. I fuck her over and over again with my tongue, lapping her up and relishing in the taste and feel of her. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, her hands grip my hair painfully, and she screams my name as she comes, and comes. I watch her belly and chest heave with the effort, and I let her ride through it.
My free hand latches onto one of her nipples and tweaks it, hard, pulling her breast away from her chest before letting go and watching it bounce. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy, and it’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I never want to forget how fucking perfect she looks as she comes.