The Pool Boy: Boys of Summer, #1 Page 5

  He finally drags his eyes lazily up to my face, and he grins wolfishly. “Well, nice move,” he purrs. “So what ‘chemical levels’ should I be checking?”

  I grin. “Oh, you know what? I actually took care of that. But, since you’re here, maybe you could give it another cleaning?”

  He arches a brow, and I shrug with a smile on my face.

  “It’s just that I think you missed a few spots yesterday.”

  He shakes his head, growling through a heated grin. “Alright, let’s play.”

  Mason gets his stuff out and starts to put the vacuum down into the water again. I turn onto my back and watch him, iced coffee in hand. He glances at me, and I smile sweetly as I take the straw in my lips. I suck, hollowing my cheeks, and a thrill courses through me when I see his jaw clench. I pop my lips off with a soft wet sound and let my tongue swirl over the straw to grab the last drop.

  Mason growls, and I shiver. Oh, this is going to be too fun.

  I spend the next half an hour torturing him. I flip-flop in my chair, even going so far as to get on my hands and knees and thrust my ass up high, as if I’m stretching or doing yoga. Mason’s eyes hungrily devour my every move, and I can barely stop looking at the bulge in his shorts. The sun beats down on both of us, and I can feel sweat teasing down the small of my back, just like it’s dripping from him. He looks like sex on a stick, melting in the sun, and I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to break with my teasing before he does.

  Finally, I’m going out of my mind. I turn onto my back, my whole body pulsing for him, and I glance over my shoulder again.

  “Oh, Mason?”

  It’s the first words either of us have spoken in half an hour. He looks up at me with raw fire and hunger in his eyes.

  “Yes?” he growls.

  “Could you…” I smile. “Would you be a dear and get my back? I don’t want to burn.”

  His eyes harden, and I almost gasp out loud. My God, that look. My pussy throbs with desire, and I can feel wet heat seeping into my suit as I shiver. He drops his cleaning pole and saunters towards me, his eyes glued to me.

  “You’re playing with fucking fire here, Layla,” he growls.

  I smile over my shoulder as he stops right behind me. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say innocently.

  “Yes, you do.”

  He steps to my side and plucks the bottle of suntan lotion from the table. He pops the cap, and I suddenly gasp when he drizzles the sun-warmed lotion all over my back. He suddenly steps one leg over the recliner, and I gasp softly as I feel him standing astride me, right over my ass. He leans down, and I moan when his big hands start to rub and massage the lotion into my skin.

  It’s the first time he’s really touched me, and the thrill of it has me panting.

  His fingers are fucking magic, too, and I bury my lips against my arm to stop myself from moaning. He rubs and massages up and down my back, until finally, without even asking, his hands pluck at the strings tying my top together. I gasp as it pops free, the strings falling to the chair at my sides. I shiver, heat pulsing through me as his hand slides slickly and without impediment up and down my bare skin. Mason lowers himself, and I moan again into my arm as I feel that thick, huge bulge of his press against my ass, shamelessly.

  I don’t know what the fuck I think I’m doing, but I know I’m not stopping now.

  His oily, slick hands slide up and down my back and my shoulders. They slip down to my sides, and his fingertips just barely brush the sides of my breasts. I swallow thickly, panting as he slides his hands lower to rub my lower back and my hips. My pulse is racing, and my pussy is throbbing between my thighs. I’m dripping wet, and I start to wonder if Mason is actually capable of making me come without even touching my pussy.

  His thick erection pulses against my ass, and he slides lower. His hand tease around the edge of my bikini bottoms, driving me wild. He slips a finger barely under the edge a few times, making me thrill at the touch before he slides back up and down my back. But slowly, he makes his way back down, and this time, his fingers find the string ties at the sides of my bottoms, and I stiffen.

  “Mason—”

  He tugs them loose, and I gasp loudly.

  “Whoa, Mason—”

  “Don’t want you to burn,” he growls thickly.

  I’m panting and shivering as I nod quickly. My skin is on fire for him, and when he starts to peel my bottoms lower off my ass, I close my eyes on a moan. He stops just short of actually pulling them all the way off, and just shy of… well, seeing me. This little strip of material is barely covering my pussy though, and wild desire pulses through me.

  Mason’s big slick hands glide over my ass, rubbing the lotion into each tight globe. I moan, and this time, it’s not even hidden. Fuck, I can feel his thick cock so fucking hard against my thigh, and the desire thunders through me.

  “Did you say something?” he purrs.

  I quickly shake my head. “N—no,” I mumble.

  He growls lowly. “You sure?”

  His hands slide over my ass, and slowly, the suit begins to fall away from between my legs. I’m panting, my pulse thundering in my ears, and the pulsing ache between my legs screaming to be soothed with his touch. His strong hands glide down over my ass and my thighs, and I feel like I’m about to go insane until suddenly, he plucks the suit in two fingers, and peels it entirely away from me.

  Mason growls, savagely, and I can feel his hot gaze on my bare, dripping wet pussy. He’s got me pinned to the recliner, naked, panting, and oiled, and I know in that moment that he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d beg for more.

  “Mason,” I gasp quietly.

  “All you gotta say is please, Layla,” he growls. He moves over me, and I gasp as I feel his bulge hard against my ass and his breath right by my ear, against my neck.

  “Say please,” he purrs into my ear, making me whimper. “Say please, and I’ll make this little pussy feel so fucking good.”

  “You’re terrible,” I gasp.

  “And you’re aching for it,” he grunts. He rocks his hips, and I moan unashamedly as his fat cock grinds against my ass.

  “Let me touch that pussy, baby,” he growls. “Say plea—”

  “Please!” I choke out, panting. “Mason, please!”

  He groans, and his hand slides slickly down over my ass and pushes between my legs. His thick fingers slide right between my lips, and I cry out in pure pleasure when he touches me. He rubs a finger in slow circles around my throbbing clit, and then I moan when I feel him push a thick finger easily into my slick pussy. He curls it deep inside, and when he starts to stroke my g-spot, and I cry out and moan loudly.

  He sits up and starts to use both hands to rub my pussy. He teases my clit and pushes two thick fingers into me, and my eyes roll back in forbidden pleasure when his thumb brushes over my asshole.

  “Oh fuck, Mason…” I groan.

  His fingers toy with me, and I feel him press against me. I can feel something hot throb against the back of my leg, and I gasp when I realize it’s his cock—bare, hot, and right against my skin. He growls and slides up, keeping his fingers of one hand right where they are. The other hand grips my hip, and when he pushes against me, I moan as I feel that bare head of his cock against me. I gasp and glance back, and I moan when I see it. His cock is so hard that the head is poking out the leg of his swimsuit.

  I drop my head back down to the towel, moaning as his fingers plunge in and out of my eager pussy and tease my clit. He groans and pushes his hips against me, and I gasp when I feel his cock throb against my ass.

  “Fuck this,” he grunts. He stands, and I whimper when his hands pull away. But suddenly, I see his suit hit the patio, and I moan. Mason settles back over me, and this time, I can feel every single inch of his fat cock throbbing against my ass. His fingers push between my thighs, rubbing my clit, and he starts to rock his hips. I’m covered and dripping with warm suntan lotion, and his fat
cock glides sensually over my skin. He pushes it between the cheeks of my ass, and I whimper as he pumps against me, stroking my clit.

  His hand grips my hip, and he grunts as he glides his slippery cock over me. He pushes the head down between the valley of my ass, and my breath catches. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s so big, and that swollen head feels so, so fucking good. He teases it over my ass, and I whimper eagerly. He slips it lower, until that fat crown glides over my pussy lips, and I moan wildly.

  “It’d be so easy,” he growls lowly. “I could just push right in, right here,” he hisses.

  He drags his cock back up and rubs the head over my oiled ass until I’m trembling beneath him. He grunts and slips the head lower again, and I gasp as he centers it right against my opening. He adds the slightest pressure, and I whimper as I feel my slick lips part around him, kissing his swollen head. His fingers roll over my clit, and his hand tightens on my hip, and slowly, he pushes a little more.

  “Oh fuck!” I gasp loudly as his fat cock head slips into me.

  Mason groans, and I moan eagerly as he drizzles more hot lotion over my back. He rubs it up and down my skin, and his hips rock, slowly and shallowly giving me just his head in and out. His big hand glides over my ass, and his slippery thumb teases my tight little hole as he rocks his head into my pussy.

  He pushes in a little more, and my eyes roll back. He’s so fucking big, but he’s going so slow, and I’m so fucking wet that I’m taking him. He grunts, and another inch pushes inside. I moan and arch my ass back, and even more of that thick young cock sinks into my eager pussy.

  “Shit, Layla,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby, your little pussy is so fucking good.”

  “You like it?” I purr, feeling wild and insane.

  “I fucking love it,” he snarls. “You want more?”

  “I want it all,” I gasp.

  Mason chuckles darkly. “You sure?”

  “I mean if it’s too much for—oh fuck!” I gasp as he thrusts into me, pauses, and then somehow sinks deeper into my tight little pussy. I can feel his muscled abs against my ass, and my jaw drops at the sheer size of him filling me.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I gasp, mewling in pleasure I’ve never known before. I feel like I could come just from him being inside me, and we’re not even moving yet. His fingers tease my clit, and I gasp as he slowly begins to slide out. He rolls his hips, teasing me with just the head before he suddenly slides deep inside again, and I scream in pleasure.

  “Fuck, Layla,” he grunts, thrusting into me harder as I moan eagerly. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck, your pussy looks so fucking hot wrapped tight around my cock like this.”

  I moan, clawing at the lounger as the pleasure roll through me. “You—oh shit, Mason, you’re so big.”

  “Take that big cock, baby,” he hisses, sliding out and then pushing deep inside. “Take every inch of that big, fat cock.”

  I start to lose. My. Fucking. Mind. He leans over me, and when his hand grips the back of my neck, I swear I’m about to come. His other hand grips my ass and hip, and then Mason starts to fuck me—and I do mean fuck the hell out of me. It’s primal, and savage—it’s like he’s been holding back for forever, and now, the brakes are off. And I’ve never once had sex anywhere close to as hot, and unbridled, and raw as this is.

  I’m a rag doll for him, writhing in pure pleasure as he pins me to the lounger and fucks me hard. His muscles coil against me, and his hand comes down again and again to spank my ass. His other hand grips my neck, and he twists my head to crush his lips to mine. I moan eagerly into his kiss, our tongues swirling together passionately as he pounds my little pussy.

  I explode, and the orgasm shatters through me. I reach back and cling to him, my nails digging into his thigh and urging him on as he just keeps thrusting. His heavy balls slap my clit, and his hand spanks my ass. His teeth rake down my neck, making me squeal in pleasure. And that huge, thick cock of his fucks me into a dripping, whimpering, blubbering, begging, orgasming puddle. I come again, and then again, and I’m sure I’m going to fucking pass out from pure overkill when I feel him throb and swell inside of me. He growls against my neck, and I can feel myself about to explode one more time.

  “Come with me, Layla,” he groans. “Shit, baby, I’m going to fill this little pussy up with some much fucking cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, baby, and I want you to fucking come with me. Come with me, Layla. Let me feel that hot little cunt come one more time.”

  He thrusts into me, utterly claiming me and dominating me, and it’s more than I can take. I cry out and let go, and I feel myself spasm around him as the climax explodes through my core. Mason roars and thrusts deep, and I feel his muscles clench and tighten as his cock begins to throb. Hot, pulsing ropes of his sticky cum blast into me, filling me up to the brim. He grunts and keeps thrusting, and I can feel his cum pouring out of me and making a puddle beneath us. He hisses and twists my head again to kiss me once more, and he slides his fat cock so deep inside, and just keeps it there pulsing out the last of his cum.

  He slides himself free and strokes his slick cock, and my jaw drops when somehow even more cum pulses from his head to splatter down over my ass, my thighs, and my pussy. Finally, with a deep growl, he rolls off the chair and onto his ass on the patio right next to me. He turns to look at me, and I grin like a drunk idiot.

  A cum-drunk, cock-drunk, fucked-silly mess.

  “What. The. Fuck…” I mumble, grinning at him.

  He’s panting, his shoulders and chest heaving and his muscles clenching over and over. He grins at me and leans in to kiss me, and his hand slides into and tangles in my hair. He grips me tight and kisses me slow and deep, until my toes are curling.

  “That,” he groans. “Is four years of wanting to do that to you.”

  I groan, still grinning. “Four years, huh?”

  “Four fucking years,” he groans. He kisses me again and then sits back with a smug look on his face.

  I arch a brow. “What?”

  “So, who’s the winner?”

  I giggle, groaning as I collapse onto the lounger.

  “I want to say that’s a draw, but I’m pretty sure I just won,” I giggle. “Life, everything.”

  He chuckles. “That so, huh?”

  I nod, opening my eyes to see him looking at me like he wants to devour me whole. Fire stirs inside of me, and I bite my lip as I raise my head and glance down at his lap. My pulse skips a beat.

  Jesus, he’s still hard as a fucking rock.

  “You know what I think?” he growls.

  “Please share,” I moan.

  “I think you’d better clear the rest of your fucking afternoon.”

  Um, yes please?

  Chapter Nine

  Mason

  She gasps when she hits the bed, and fuck me, that sound is my new favorite sound in the entire goddamn world. She sprawls out across her big bed, and I just stand there at the foot of it, drinking in the sight of her.

  Part of me can’t even believe this is fucking real. I almost can’t believe she’s real. I mean shit, Layla Hughes has been my ongoing fantasy for years. Dudes in high school talked about lusting after Rhianna, or one of the Kardashians, or Emily Ratajkowski. Me? All I had eyes for was Layla. Some guys shut themselves in their bedrooms and jerked off to internet porn. I jerked off to her.

  I’ve had her a trillion times and a million different ways in my head. But the reality that I’ve just actually fucked her is almost too insane to be real. But here we are, naked in her bedroom, and you’d better goddamn believe I’m going to fuck this woman until it’s the only reality I know.

  I crawl onto the bed, and my eyes keep drinking her in. She’s literally perfect—smooth skin, those perfect curves, the long legs, the ass I could fucking take a bite out of. The blonde hair and bright blue eyes, the full, pouty lips, the handful sized breasts with the pale pink nipples. And then of course, my prize—her utterly perfect, sweet, pink, glistening li
ttle pussy.

  And it’s all fucking mine.

  I slide between her legs, and my cock throbs between mine. I’ve dreamed of tasting her cunt since before it’d have been legal for me to do that. But nothing’s stopping me now. I kiss my way up her thighs, and soft little mewling sounds fall from her lips. I grip her legs and spread them wide, pushing them up until her knees are at her breasts. My kisses center, until I’m breathing across her quivering, glistening wet pussy.

  I take one more second to drink her in with my hungry gaze, and then, she’s all mine. I move in, and when my tongue drags over her silky-soft lips, Layla cries out in pleasure. She moans and arches her back, pushing her hot little pussy against my tongue desperately. I growl and swipe my tongue over her, parting her lips and delving it deep to truly taste her. I groan, and my cock leaks precum across the bed as I lap up every drop of her sweet honey.

  I move to her clit, my hands still pushing her legs wide and back. I wrap my lips around the aching little bud and suck gently while I bat my tongue across it. Layla shivers and bucks, panting and moaning as I draw the pleasure from her. I shove my tongue deep into her cunt, and she squeals for more. I snarl and push her legs up even further, opening her up entirely for me. My tongue dances over her clit and then teases back down to plunge into her sweet little pussy.

  And then, I slide lower.

  “Oh Jesus,” Layla gasps, writhing and squirming under me. “Oh fuck, Mason! What are you… oh shit!”

  Her face is a mask of pure lust, her eyes rolled back and her mouth hanging open as she whimpers. I growl and swirl my tongue over her tight little asshole, teasing her little hole as she melts beneath me. My thumb rubs her clit while I tongue her forbidden place, and her whole body starts to shake.

  “Mason!”

  With a snarl, I slide back to her clit, suck it between my lips, and I tongue it mercilessly. My hands tighten on the backs of her thighs, leaving marks, but I don’t care. Layla screams and writhes in pleasure, clawing at the bedsheets as her whines of ecstasy grow louder and louder. I suck on her clit and push a finger deep into her, and when I curl it against her spot just inside, she starts to shatter.