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“I’m going to make you feel so good. So good,” he murmured.

His mouth dropped down to take the place of his pinching fingertips. He sucked hard on my nipple, to the point of sweet pain. I bent my knees and arched up my hips. Licking, sucking and biting his mouth moved across my chest from nipple to nipple.

The noises I made. Moaning. Gasping. Crying out—begging. I couldn’t believe they came from me, but I couldn’t stop them.

His hand went down between my legs. His fingers slippery and thick with lube, he pulled on my shaft. Grasping, strong wet tugs that made my eyes roll back in pleasure. He rolled a slippery palm across the head of my cock. Across the sensitive slit, pulling it open. Then he cupped my balls. Stroking, wet fingers moved across the sensitive skin, his thumb underneath, massaging between my balls and my anus.

His hand moved away. I moaned at the loss. I heard the sound of crinkling foil, the click of plastic and then I felt a dribble of warm liquid between my butt cheeks. I arched up again, wanting his fingers. Needing it. Needing him. I knew what to expect this time. The pleasure that could come from his probing touch. I pushed back when his fingers pressed against my asshole.

Looking at me I knew he waited for me to voice my answer so I said, “Yes sir.” He seemed to like that; he smiled a little and nodded.

His way was excruciating. Fingers slow, deep and probing. Opening me. Spreading me wider and wider. All the time speaking to me. Words that made me want him more. Low. Deep. Mesmerizing.

“I’m going to fuck you slow. Slow first and deep. Deep and hard. You want it. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t do anything other than lay back and take it. Take what he gave me. He was pressing up against that spot. Deep in my ass, I could feel it. Waves of pleasure undulated the walls of my ass; my stomach was wet from the pre-cum leaking from my cock.

Spread wide, my legs opened so far that my feet came off the pool lounge and hit the tiles. I was ready and he knew it. I met his gaze and he nodded. He dropped the towel from around his waist and went down on his knees between my legs. I felt the head of his cock at the rim of my asshole.

I sucked in a breath and felt myself tense. He must have too because he came over me, his face above mine and he kissed me. Finally. Lips softer than I thought a man’s could be, an edge of stubble rasped against my face. Heat filled me, all worries melted with the entry of his tongue into my mouth. Licking wet heat. My head fell back and my mouth opened to let him plunder. Lost in his kiss I forgot my fears and pushed against his cock.

He entered me.

Fullness. Burning pain as my sphincter spread to accept him. I gasped and he kissed me gently, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He ran warm wet sucking kisses down my throat. I concentrated on breathing slowly, trying to breathe through the burning stretch of my ass.

He smiled down at me and leaned in for another gentle kiss, pushing further into me as he did. His cock hit that spot. The same place as his finger. I couldn’t hold back the moan that came deep from within me. Again and again he hit it. Short thrusts. Never hard enough. Never deep enough. I slid further down the lounge, trying to get closer. I hooked my legs around him and cried out, “Fuck me!”

He did. Long hard thrusts. Over and over. Deep. I felt his hips hit mine. The hair of his stomach rub against my cock.

It was building again. Harder. Higher. Better than I’d ever felt. I lost control. Trying to meet each thrust. Wanting deeper contact. Wanting him closer. He fought me, holding me down, keeping his own rhythm despite my pleas for more.

My head thrashed from side to side. That’s when I saw a glimpse of red satin. I stilled my head and looked. She was at the open door, robe open. One hand pinching a nipple the other moving fast between her legs.

She was watching.

A voyeur.

Watching like I had. The thought sent me over the edge. My balls clenched tight and my hot cum spurt across my skin. Covering us both as his stomach met mine. My third orgasm of the day, this one so intense it bordered on the edge of pain.

My orgasm sent him over. I could feel the walls of my ass contract around his cock. He arched, thrust deep and cried out. His head shook and cool water sprayed from his hair across my chest. Then his weight hit me, he collapsed against my chest and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against mine.

The beat matched mine. His lips pressed against my shoulder and he murmured words against my skin that I couldn’t understand. I turned my head to try and hear him better and his lips met mine. I succumbed to the kiss, arching back to let him take my mouth. When he finished I was panting, incredibly growing hard once again.

“Thank you,” he spoke against my lips.

Overcome with feeling I couldn’t form the words to tell him. To let him know what it had meant to me, so I arched up and met his mouth, putting it all into a kiss. When I heard his groan I knew he understood.

Chapter Nine

I awoke the next day sore. All over. My muscles ached like I’d been through a grueling obstacle course. Nothing much was said when I left the Dean’s house, I think maybe we were all a little shell shocked. No date was made for a repeat performance, I hadn’t asked and neither had they. It was the best sex of my life. I loved it and at the time I wasn’t sure if I wanted anything more. If I could stand it again. The intensity.

Oddly as I lay in bed that night I didn’t think of what we’d done. I thought about Mary-Jane. Specifically what Mrs. D had said. I didn’t want to imprint her negatively. I knew there was no future with her—we weren’t going to live happily ever after. Even if I hadn’t been going back to college in a couple of weeks there was no way I would’ve stayed with Mary-Jane.

I wanted what the Deans had.

I wanted a partner to test my boundaries. To challenge me. To explore. I wasn’t going to get that from Mary-Jane. She was too submissive.

That night when I picked her up I took her straight out to the lake. It was a perfect Georgia summer night. The sky was bright and clear, the scent of pine in the air and the moon full enough that it was easy to see.

I got out of the truck and went around to her side. She looked surprised when I opened her door and held out my hand. It was such a date thing to do and I realized then as she stared at my hand that we’d never had an ordinary date. I led her over to a soft patch of clover. I spread the blanket and lay down, patting beside me I said, “Come lay with me.”

I turned on my side to face her and propped my head up on one hand. I ran my other hand through the soft tresses of her blond hair. She seemed to like that because I saw her smile.

I understood her completely, more than she could ever know. She closed her eyes. I could see how the honesty pained her. I reached over, cupped her chin and stroked a thumb across her lips. She trembled and I worried that maybe I’d already done too much that would imprint badly, “You don’t need to be scared of me.”

Her eyes flashed open. “I’m not Jake. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of
me
. Of how much I need this. What you’ve shown me.”

The breeze picked up and whipped her hair across her face. I pushed it back. She grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss into my palm. Her words vibrated against my skin as she said, “I’m glad it was you who showed me.”

She got on all fours, her head hanging low and her ass up in the air. I flipped back the filmy floral skirt she was wearing. It fluttered in the breeze. Now bare, the ass that pointed up at me was milky white, smooth and soft. Down lower between her legs her pussy glistened clamshell pink and wet.

I moved behind her, the coarse fabric of my jeans pressed up against her supple thighs. I stroked a hand across the curve of her ass, loving the feel of that warm soft skin against my work roughened hands.

“You’ve been naughty haven’t you?”

She gave a little shudder at my words. “Yes Jake.”

I didn’t tell her what I was going to do. I wanted an honest reaction. I wanted to see her true response as my palm hit her flesh.

Smack!

She cried out—in shock and lust.

In the moonlight my hand print shone red on her ass. I ran my fingertips across the hot patch of glowing skin and lifted my hand once more. This time she knew what was coming and she tensed in anticipation. My hand came down, swooping through the air to connect with a crack. Again and again I spanked. First in even beats and then erratically so she wouldn’t know when the next slap would come. She rocked back on her knees and lifted her ass up to meet each slap.

Moans vibrated deep in her throat.

Her ass shone mottled pink and deep red. It became hot to the touch as her pussy below grew wetter. Without warning I thrust into her. Having opened my jeans and donned a condom while she’d been lost in the pleasure of her spanking.

She cried out my name over and over. I didn’t even have to touch her clit to make her come. Her pussy was like a vice, clamping down hard on my cock.

After she’d finished coming I grabbed her hips. Fucked her hard. Harder than I’d ever fucked a woman. She went slack against me. Her elbows buckled and she fell forward, her forehead hitting the blanket. I had to hook my arms around her waist to hold her up.

“Take it! Take it!” I cried out over and over until my cum filled the condom and I pulled out, collapsing back onto the blanket.

I was laying flat on the ground, limbs starfish when she crawled on top of me and nestled her face into my neck. I felt wetness and realized she was crying.

When I took her home Mary-Jane thanked me. She looked almost relieved. Her honest thanks and her understanding of what she really wanted made me wonder if I should thank Mr. and Mrs. D.

I was no longer scared of the intensity of the feelings I’d discovered with them, I was grateful for them. Mary-Jane had shown me. I was grateful to her too.

I decided that the next time I saw Mr. and Mrs. D I’d ask them for more.

* * * *

I went to the house early again, hoping to catch Mrs. D alone. She wasn’t in her robe when she answered the door this time and she looked surprised to see me. I wondered if I’d done the right thing and then she smiled, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. She didn’t let go of me once I was inside, instead she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest. She hugged me and let out a loud sigh. When I too sighed she pulled back and looked up at me.

“Jacob. I’m so glad to see you. I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You looked rattled when you left us last time.”

She was wearing a dress that tied up in a bow at her waist. Her hair wasn’t down, but pinned in a loose kind of curly bun. She looked younger. Sweet.