What if all guys aren’t assholes?
What if Aaron is one of the good guys?
But what if…what if him being a sweet, attentive guy is just an act? What if he’s playing me?
I know I’m getting myself in way too deep, and sleeping with him is dumb, stupid, idiotic, but I can’t help myself. I want him all the time.
My pussy is constantly wet. My nipples constantly puckered. Thinking about what we do together, and all the things we can and will do together has left me in a constant state of horniness.
Fucking at the waterfall yesterday blew my mind. Sex with him is more than I could ever have imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot.
I’ve now been with him a total of three times. That’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.
After we got back last night, we ate hot dogs, the PB&Js we didn’t eat because we were having sex, and drank beers. He didn’t come to bed with me, which I thought was weird after what had happened by the waterfall, but I didn’t push it.
Sitting up in bed, I grab my phone and check my emails. I’m still waiting for an email about changing majors. I sigh. There’s nothing in my inbox but junk.
I haven’t been accepted yet, but I also haven’t been rejected.
Feeling more than a little pissed, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Aaron is out on the deck pacing around with his phone stuck to his ear.
I pour him a cup of coffee and take it outside. When he sees me, he abruptly hangs up. Whoever he was talking to, he obviously doesn’t want me to hear his conversation. So many secrets. Maybe he does have a girlfriend, and he doesn’t want either of us to know about the other. But he wouldn’t do that, would he?
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He slides his phone into the back pocket of his shorts. “Thanks,” he says accepting the offered coffee. “Was talking to my coach.” I’m not stupid. There’s something—a lot—he’s not telling me. “Everything’s fine.”
I consider calling him out, but he’s not my boyfriend, and I have to remember that, but at the same time, I don’t want to be his “mistress” if he was talking to another woman.
Against my better judgment, I say, “I know it’s none of my business. Were you talking to a girl?”
He takes a sip of his coffee and regards me coolly. “I said I didn’t have a girlfriend and I don’t.”
I still have a feeling he’s lying but what can I do about it? I can’t exactly tie him to the chair and force him to give me an answer. Although, I smile to myself, tying him to a chair isn’t the worst idea in the world.
I give him a wide smile, one I don’t feel. “What adventures do you have planned for us today?”
“We can take the boat out.”
“But snakes,” I say and shiver.
“You’ll be fine. You didn’t see any yesterday at the waterfall.”
“This is true.” I glance over at the lake. “But the lake is where that other snake was hanging out. What if he’s there with his snake family and partying up a storm?”
He laughs, the sound low and deep. “Taylor, do you trust me?”
Did I? Did I really trust him? “Yeah.”
“Then nothing’s going to happen to you. No snake, spider or gator will hurt you.”
I freeze. “What the fuck are you talking about? There are gators here?”
“You really need to learn when I’m teasing you.”
“Remember when I said you weren’t an asshole? I was lying.”
***
In the early afternoon, after a lazy morning of screwing in bed, I throw on my bikini and Aaron his swim shorts, then we take the powerboat out. It’s in better condition than it looks and when we don’t sink within the first ten minutes, and no snakes or gators attack us, I begin to relax.
Aaron expertly steers us through the water. He doesn’t have a shirt on—what’s new—and I watch his tanned muscles work as he guides us.
“How’s your shoulder?” I ask.
“Good days and bad days.” He frowns and his lips twist into a grimace. “Sitting on the bench sucks. I’m hoping the coach starts me next year. If he starts me.” I hear the longing in his voice. His need to play. “That’s one of the main reasons I’ve stayed away from home. I don’t want to hear it from my dad. How my injury was my fault. How my poor throwing mechanics caused it.”
“You know he’s watched every game you’ve played.”
“I know. He sends me play by play breakdowns. What I did wrong. Never what I did right.”
“He loves you, Aaron.”
“I’m sure in his own way, he does, but first and foremost, he treats me like he’s my coach, not my dad. Sometimes it would be nice to have a dad and not a coach, y’know.”
In all my years, I’ve never heard Aaron talk like this. Open up like this. He’s always been the guy who’s never been bothered by anyone or anything, or that’s how it seems.
“Have you talked to your dad about how you feel? He’d listen to you.”
“Talk to my dad? He’d listen to me? Are we talking about the same guy?”
“I get that in the past he’s been tough. God, he wouldn’t let Chelsea date forever, but since he fell in love with my mom, he’s loosened up.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” he says, not really hearing anything I’ve said. His mind is made up, and I have a feeling nothing will change it.
In the middle of the lake, he stops steering the boat. I throw my head back and sigh at how beautiful the world is up here.
“Sighing like that is going to get you into trouble,” he says.
“Oh, really.” I look at him and nod towards the sizeable hard-on, pushing through his swim trunks. “What are we going to do about that?”
“If you come over here,” he says. “I’ll show you exactly what we’re going to do about that.”
“When did you get so bossy?”
“I know what I want, and I want you.” He smirks. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Take your bikini off.”
Glancing around to make sure we’re really alone, I whip off my bikini top.
“Has anyone told you, you have beautiful tits?”
“Just you.” I get on my knees and crawl between his legs, being careful not to rock the boat. “I want to taste you. I’ve never actually sucked anyone off before,” I confess, tucking my fingertips into the waistband of his shorts. “Tell me if I’m doing it right.”
“Do what comes naturally.”
I push down his shorts and wrap my fingers around his shaft and kiss the moist tip. I lick my lips; his taste is salty but sweet at the same time. Slowly, I take more of him into my mouth.
Easing him from between my lips, I look up at him. His eyelids are heavy, and his lips are slightly parted. “Am I doing it right?”
“Damn. That’s more than right.”
“Good.” I close my lips around the flared head and suck greedily, the whole time keeping my fingers wrapped around the base, controlling the depth and speed.
“Grab my balls,” he breathes. “Play with them.” There’s a husky sound to his words that drives me crazy and soaks my pussy.
Doing what he asked, I reach up and cup his heavy balls. They’re silky soft in my hand, and I hold their weight—squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing.
Aaron hisses out a shaky breath. “I think you lied about not knowing what you were doing.”
With his cock in my mouth, I look up and shake my head. “Uh-uh,” I hum against him.
He pops free from my mouth, and I lick up and down and around, spiraling my tongue, flicking the tip over his balls. Aaron buries his hands in my hair and grips, pulling hard. I love the pressure, the sting, and I wonder how it would feel if he pulled my hair while he fucked me from behind.
“That’s it, babe. You’re a natural. Take me deeper.”
I pause for a moment, but then slowly, oh so slowly, I suck him back until he touches off my tonsils.
I breathe through my nose and move my head backward and forward, each time going a little deeper and holding for a little longer. He’s too big for me to swallow him all, but I take as much as I can.
“A fucking natural.” He grabs the sides of my head and pulls himself from my mouth. “If you don’t stop I’m going to lose it. I don’t want to come yet.”
I lick my lips, feeling how swollen they are. “And that’s a bad thing?” I move my hand up and down his thick, veiny shaft. Loving the way his eyes droop closed.
I watch the rise and fall of his chest and how his hands fist as if it’s taking everything he has not to blow.
I like feeling like this. I like feeling in control. Like he’s putty in my hands.
He places his palm over my hand. “That’s enough for now, Tay, that’s enough. I have other things in mind and you jerking me off isn’t one of them.”
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I pout.
“I will, but not now.”
His eyes slide down my body, and he maneuvers me until my breasts are level with his mouth. He kisses a path from one nipple to the other and back again. Then he flicks out his tongue, toying and teasing each taut nipple.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and moan his name, whispering all the things I want him to do to me. The sound of his name on my lips does something to him. It’s like I’ve lit a flame under him. He becomes frantic, kissing and touching me all over. It’s as if he needs to touch every part of me.
With his large hands kneading my tits, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me, his tongue thrusting dominantly against mine.
I slide my fingernails over his arms, his shoulders and down his muscular back, gripping his tight ass and pulling him against me.
“Damn, baby,” he rasps against my skin.
Aaron brings one of his hands between my legs and palms my mound, and I return the favor by wrapping my fingers around his cock, and I love how it jumps in my hand when I give a squeeze.
The musky scent of his skin mixes with the earthy scents of the lake and mountain and makes my mouth water, among other things.
“I need to be inside you. Now, Tay. I need to show you what you’re doing to me.”
He lays me down on the bottom of the boat, his hands shaking with unrestrained need, and my heart batters against my chest, doing its best to escape my rib cage. Bearing his weight on his forearms, he lowers his body to mine.
“We don’t have a condom,” I whisper. “But I’m on the pill, and you know you’re the only guy I’ve been with.”
“And I’m clean.”
I grip his hips, urging him to enter my waiting pussy. The crown of his cock probes my entrance, opening me up but not fully entering.
“You’re the first woman I’ve had unprotected sex with. I want to make this last forever.”
I don’t know why, but that makes me feel like flying, like crying out yes! Aaron rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes, and I think I can see his soul.
“Aaron, please.” I roll my hips against his, begging for more, begging for him.
He leans to his side, removing his cock from my pussy, rocking the boat as he does. “Please, what?” he asks with a devastating smile. “Please, can I come? Please, can you fuck me? Please, can you make me scream?”
“All of the above,” I say through gritted teeth.
His fingers dance over my hips and dip between my legs where he rubs small, gentle circles over my clit. But I don’t want gentle. I want hard and urgent, and I let him know this by grinding against his hand.
“Patience. You’re not the only one dying here.”
He lowers his head to my breasts and takes a nipple between his lips, biting, sucking, savoring. The fingers playing between my legs turn rougher, pressing, pinching, rolling.
“I need to come,” I whimper.
“Then come.”
He traps my clit between his thumb and finger and jerks me off. It doesn’t even take a minute for me to tumble over the edge. I scream his name, the sound echoing around the lake. Then his lips are on mine, claiming me in a soul-stealing, all-consuming kiss, swallowing down all the sounds I’m making.
My hips now have a mind of their own and ride the waves of my orgasm by thrashing up and down against his still moving fingers.
“If you’re not careful, we’ll capsize and end up in the water,” he says with a chuckle.
“You mean if you’re not careful,” I manage to say.
His fingers stop moving, but I don’t want him to stop, I need to come again and again and again.
“Ready for this?” With wide eyes, I watch him grip his cock and guides it to my waiting pussy.
“More than ready.” I open my legs wide, inviting him in, but before entering me, he moves his hands to my hips and grips.
He drives into me with a powerful thrust and once again my cries echo around the lake. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him inside me, not allowing him any escape.
His hips roll and thrust, shaking the boat with each movement, going balls deep each time. My nipples point towards the sky, desperate for some relief. As if reading my thoughts, Aaron lowers his head and sucks to the point of pain. I rake my nails up and down his back, his chest, leaving my mark, branding him as mine.
He pumps harder, faster. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t hold on.”
Mine, mine, mine, I chant in my head. He owns me—owns my heart, my mind, my soul.
He presses his lips to mine and with a ferocious thrust and a groan that seems to come from the recesses of his body, he shakes and shudders. The feel of his hot seed spurting inside my pussy is enough to send me spiraling. I call his name over and over as my inner muscles take everything he has to offer.
When neither of us has anything else to give, he drops his face into the crook of my neck, and we lay there breathing hard, wrapped in each other’s arms, drenched in sweat.
Aaron slides his cock from me and rolls to his side. “You’re something else, you know that?” He glides his fingers over my stomach and breasts in lazy figure-eights.
“You’ve really never had unprotected sex before?” I ask.
“Never. I swear. You were my first.”
I giggle and run my fingers around his hard nipples. “Looks like we were both each other’s firsts.”
He rolls back on top of me, his already hard cock nudging the apex of my thighs. “And seconds and thirds.”
I laugh harder than I’ve laughed in a long time, a laugh that soon turns into a moan when he slides into me.