Page 37 of Breakaway
Fletcher tended to naturally direct our love-making, and I was a-okay with that. But it had a certain appeal to it, to be the one in charge now and then. Maybe Fletcher needed to get out of his head just as much as I did. Plus, it was hot having him follow my orders.
He sat on the step, his muscular legs peppered with dark hair bent at the knee. His tan skin glistened in the afternoon sun, drops of water clinging to him. I swam to him, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. His hazel eyes glimmered, the gold specks standing out more as he drank me in.
The water sluiced over my body as I neared, placing my hands on his thick muscles. Fletcher trembled, his eyes fluttering closed as I stepped between his legs. His hands reached to touch me, running up and down my ribs and leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“Can you be quiet?” I teased, moving my fingers closer to his happy trail. I touched his skin, scraping my fingernails over him as I skated back and forth. Fletcher groaned but nodded, leaning back on his hands as he spread his legs wider.
Moving my hands closer, I gripped the base of his cock and gave him a long stroke, rolling my thumb over the crease. I watched his face, taking in the way he moaned and jerked as I touched him, enjoying this up-close view of his pleasure.
Dropping until the water covered my shoulders, I cupped his balls and wrapped my lips around the tip. Fletcher hissed, the sound encouraging me as I sucked him down. Each twitch, each inhale of breath, each tense of his thigh muscles sent me rushing toward my own orgasm. Fletcher fueled me with his sounds and movements without even touching me.
Stroking him at the base, I sucked him as far as I could, his tip hitting the back of my throat. The water moved around me, touching my body gently as it rolled around me acting as a lover’s caress. Fletcher arched up, his dick slipping a little further down my throat before I pulled back, sucking him.
“You’re so gorgeous, Baby Shaw. Watching you take my cock like that is the hottest thing.”
Smiling, I kept up my torture, stroking him and sucking in tandem as I rolled his balls around in my other hand. Massaging the space between his balls and puckered hole, I caught him off guard as he tensed, his body vibrating with need.
“Shit,” he cursed, his hands threading through my hair. “You’re going to kill me.”
Liking the praise, I doubled down and sucked him as far as I could before my gag reflex kicked in, tears streaming out the side of my eyes and my jaw ached. I ran my finger in that same spot, and Fletcher erupted, jerking as he spurted down my throat. His cum was salty and warm, filling my mouth as he unloaded.
“Ungh,” he groaned. “Holy cow. You’re too good at that.”
Fletcher’s body sank into the concrete for a second as I let his dick go, and it fell against his leg. His eyes watched me as I stood, my breasts no longer hidden in the water. Fletcher swallowed as I moved back and leaned against the edge. The water was the perfect temperature, the salt making my skin feel soft and smooth, relaxing my muscles even more. I might not be able to walk out of here afterward.
“My turn,” he growled, stepping into the water and swimming over to me.
“Hmm?” I asked, pretending like I hadn’t heard him.
“Don’t play coy. I plan to have you begging me to fuck you before we get out of here.”
“Okay.” I smiled, letting my body float as the water made me weightless.
His hands gripped my hips, his body hovering over me as he stood in the pool, his height giving him the advantage. I blinked up at him, watching to see what he would do. His lips crashed down on mine before I had time to think.
This kiss was powerful, Fletcher communicating to me how much he wanted me.
Everything around me ceased to exist as his big hands held me to him. Fletcher promised protection and comfort, giving me something I never knew I needed. I’d always pushed away guys who tried to take care of me, not wanting to depend on others for things. Fletcher wouldn’t let me do that, though, stopping me before I even began to retreat.
His kiss became sloppy as he bent down, his hands moving to my ass as he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist, naturally finding their home. His cock bobbed between us in the water, already hard again, and the length pressed against my stomach. Groaning, I rocked against him, searching for that friction I desperately craved. Fletcher’s hands let go, and I sputtered into the water as I caught my breath.
“What was that for?” I panted.
“Spin around, Baby Shaw,” Fetcher ordered, not answering my question.
The stubborn part in me wanted to place my hands on my hips and refuse until he responded to my question and explained himself. But the dark look in his eyes and the feral look on his face, told me I’d be wise to follow his directions.
Huffing, I spun around and pushed my shoulders back to hold my head high. Fletcher chuckled, the sound a mixture of sex and joy, pinging my clit with the vibrations. His hands dropped to my shoulders, his rough calluses moving over my skin as he caressed me.
I shuddered, my eyes closing on their own as he moved to my back, wrapping his arms around to the front. My nipples ached to be touched, my breasts heavy with desire as they floated on top of the water. Knowing we were outside in a public place, the mountains in front of us, and the possibility that someone could hear or see us set my body into overdrive.
“Do you think Gretchen knew I would fuck you so hard it would make her massage look like child’s play?” Fletcher asked, his hot breath sending shivers over me.
“I dunno. Did you like Hans’ hands on you? Do you want him to come back?” I teased.
“If you hadn’t already sucked me so hard my cum shot straight down your throat, I’d tell you what your smart mouth could be better used for. So instead, I’ll shut you up this way.”
“Hey now—” I started, prepared to tell him exactly what my smart mouth could do when he plunged his fingers into my center, hitting me deep. “Oh, God,” I groaned.