Chapter Six
Damon
I knew she was watching. I could feel her luscious body tingling behind my back.
Watching me with those gorgeous brown eyes and those smug pouty lips I wanted to rake my teeth across. I practically ran from the pool with a bigger semi than fucking King Kong. Hell, my dick nearly leapt out of my Speedo for Christ’s sake! I had to nip it back in before I scared any of the guests. Thank god, it was only the two of us plus a kid and his mom at the other end of the pool. I was pretty sure they were too busy to notice the guy with a swollen member running for his life.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled as I made my getaway through the lobby, down the hall, and toward my bungalow behind the clubhouse. What the fuck was wrong with me or more importantly, how the hell was I going to stick to my unbreakable set-in-stone rule about not dating clients? I couldn’t even keep my unruly dick inside my pants. “Yeah, I mean you,” I said, looking down. “You are not coming out to play!” Not with her. She’s a guest here, plus her rich daddy probably has some bloke with his own oil well all lined up to sweep her off her feet.
I placed my card-key inside the lock, pulled it out swiftly and pushed open the door to my bungalow, still thinking of Miss Doyle and her those mouth-watering perky tits. I swear she’d offered them up to me like a goddamned smorgasbord. And I’d resisted. Resisted for god’s sake! A man had to be a saint or a priest not to notice those things. They were sharp and plump all at once, so right in my face that it was all I could do not to reach down and lick them. Maybe I should have. Perhaps it would have been worth it. And if she slapped me that would have put an end to my misguided hormones once and for all although the heading that said, ‘Exclusive Club Owner Molests Guest’ in the club paper would not have been good publicity. But still….
I threw the towel off. I dropped my suit on the floor and stepped out. Then I flopped down on the bed. God, I was frustrated and aroused. Even now. Even after I’d made my retreat.
My balls were swollen. Achy, as I cradled them with two hands, and my cock wasn’t any better.
Fuck! What was I going to do? I couldn’t avoid her forever and surely she’d be upset if someone else took over the lessons. Did I want that? I gritted my teeth, thinking of another man’s hands on that perfect body, looking at those perfect tits. Maybe daring enough to kiss her.
My body was on fucking fire, the cum in my balls boiling over. By the way she’d hung onto my neck earlier, I was pretty sure she’d known what she was doing to me too. The affect she was having.
I growled, taking my cock inside my fist. I stroked from head to hilt. Slick hot precum slid between my fingers. I growled.
Hot tingling blood rushed through the head of my penis. So good. So fucking good.
She was so fucking hot! I pictured her hair, long and tangled from previous love-making, wrapped round my fist while I rode her. Ass, naked and exposed, tipped high in the air while I slammed my cock inside that sweet pussy.
I put the calm responsible Damon out of my mind, becoming feral and raw. An animal could posses her. I stroked faster, slowly at first and then more vigorously, letting my two worlds collide.
I hissed through my teeth. How had I let her get to me? I swore that would never happen again. Not after the last fucking time. Damn it! I was fucked. So very fucked. I growled louder, feeling the energy in my dick rise, the glorious sensations taking me to the edge. The fucking edge!
I slowed, wanting to cap the feeling. Spread it out a bit more.
Could I resist her in real life? What made me think getting the woman on her back was a good idea? “That was your idea, huh?” My cock responded with a little lurch. I felt the edge of my glans which was softer and a little rough beneath my thumb. A drop of precum slipped along the edge and I pumped a little harder.
Before I could indulge completely, I grabbed the towel from the floor and spread it on my lap. I let out a huge breath, not even aware I’d been holding it. I could tell how much ejaculation I was making. It felt huge, the hot sticky fluids accumulating inside my body. I slowed my hand a bit. It felt good. So good that I wanted to shout about it so I did. “Lizabeth! Lizabeth, you’re so fucking hot. You’re making me come!” There was no one to hear my strange words but they surprised even me. I’d never been this turned on by one woman before. Not when she wasn’t in the room. I’d never shouted while masturbating either, but something inside me wanted to make it real, make it happen in my head. Not just the one between my legs.
I groaned and then picked up the pace of my frenzied activity, imagined her soft sexy voice begging me to fuck her, to fill her with my cum. What I wouldn’t give to bury myself in that sweet, sweet pussy right now. And taste it. I’d defiantly have to taste it.
My fantasy grew as I pictured her in my mind. I was glad she’d been chilled, because her nipples puckered up, smiling at me through that barely-there lycra. I wondered about her pussy, how it would feel against my cheek when I nuzzled between her thighs. As I stroked myself more, my daydream grew. She’d feel like a vice around my cock—milk the shit out of me until I came.
“Fuck!” I was getting close, the stimulation overwhelming. Panting and breathless, I closed my eyes. I screamed her name once more. Each time I did, my senses heightened. Deep sexual pleasure sizzled inside my bones.
I thought of our swimming lesson and how things could have gone so very different:
A grinning Elizabeth lay in my arms, breathing heavy. While she was practicing her back float, her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips seductively. Without even speaking, I knew what she wanted from me. My cock. It bulged inside my Speedo, itching to come out, begging for her attention. “Next lesson,” I said, sliding one thin strap off her left shoulder. I did the same thing with the right one and gently slid the suit down until her tits were fully exposed. “Oh.” She gasped but made no attempt to hide herself. Still lieing on her back, I stared down at her full breasts, the nipples pink and hard, begging to be fondled as she jutted them upwards. I kissed the tan lines on her shoulders, then her neck, her chest, and finally her breasts until my mouth found those sexy pink tips. I sucked one into my mouth while supporting the rest of her body on one arm. “So sweet,” I murmured. “I’ll bet your pussy is sweet too.” I lifted my head so as to gage her reaction, see whether she would frown or cover herself up. She did none of those thing, but arched her back toward me, nipples slicing the thick air. She groaned and then said in a breathy voice, “You want to taste me?”
Boy, did I! My cock was so hard I thought I would burst into flames.
“I said, ‘do you wanna taste me too?’”
Affirmation shone in her eyes.
“I want you, Damon. I wanted you from the first day I saw you.”
“I want you too,” I said. “I want to fuck you, Elizabeth, make you come while you cry my name. I want to fuck you so hard you never think of another man. But first….”
She moaned and gasped when my lips found the her nipple again. I pulled on it gently with my teeth while fondling the other between thumb and forefinger.
“Bite me,” she said.
“What?”
“I said bite me!”
I did as she commanded and she gave a little mewling sound. Then her arms circled my neck. “But first?”
“Huh?”
“You said there was something you wanted to do first.”
“Oh. Well…” I gave her bottom a little pinch and she broke into giggles. “I think you need to pay for your lesson.”
She gave me a wicked grin, cupping her breasts and wriggling out of my arms. “Oh really, Mr. Donavan. And how do you propose I do that…exactly?”
“Come here.” I lead her to the edge of the pool. The section where the built-in stairs were.
I sat myself down. “Now stay right there.”I boosted myself up one step. And then two. “That looks about right,” Then I stood up, slipped down my Speed, stepped out, and flung it out of the pool. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide and heat seared through them as she scanned my naked body. As I sat on the stairs, water lapping at my legs, my cock stood at attention—good soldier that he was.
My dick hardened to steely rock. So hard my balls ached. While I watched those heavy lidded eyes.
She fondled her own tits, a little tongue slipping out. “You want me to…?”
“Yup.”
“All right.”I could see her heart heaving in her chest, those beautiful breasts bouncing, the red swimsuit pushed around her waist while she knelt on the stairs.. “You’re so fucking big. And hard. Fucking hard as rock,” she breathed. “I hunger for you, Damon. All of you.” Within seconds those sweet lips wrapped around my dick and…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Who the fuck!” I couldn’t stop—not even if I’d tried, and my hand kept pumping of its own accord for longer than I would remember.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Holding my breath for all I was worth, I finally came, breathing as if thunderstruck, my load exploding in hot thick ropes of cum , saturating the towel on my lap. I growled with the release and then gritted my teeth at having to end it too soon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Damn it! Hold on! I’m not even dressed.”
“Damon. Damon, are you in there?”
Jason? How did he know where I…?No one knows where my bungalow is.
“Hold on. Hold on.” Grabbing the evidence of my endeavors, I ran into the bathroom, chucked the towel in the shower, and pulled on a robe. Fuming that anyone should know about my place, I stomped back to the door and turned the lock. “You better have a good explanation for…”
“Hey, man,” Jason said, barging right in. He searched me up and down. “I wasn’t…?” He scanned the room, as if expecting someone or something to jump out at him. “I didn’t interrupt you, did I?”
“I was taking a shower.”
He peered into the bathroom, and then shrugged as he took in my attire.
“What do you want, Jason?”
“Um, just came to apologize for my sister. She probably doesn’t even remember what happened last night.”
“No problem.” I didn’t dare tell him we’d already talked or that I gave her a swim lesson “How did you know where to find me? I generally keep this place under wraps from all the guests.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Wasn’t hard. I just saw you always go in one specific direction and there aren’t any rooms that way, so I figured you had a place in the back. I guessed you like your privacy, huh?”
“Got that right,” I said glaring at him. In fact, I was ecstatic with my privacy right up until your incessant ass came knocking.
“Probably got a lot of women chasing you, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“Thought so.” He scratched his head, and then flopped down in a chair.
“Is that all?” I said, annoyed that he hadn’t taken the hint himself about the privacy.
“Actually, I thought you could help me with something.”
“Really? Mind if I get dressed first?” Without waiting for his answer, I disappeared into my dressing room, grabbing the first pair of jeans I found in my closet, and threw them on. I found a T-shirt in a drawer, but before I could slip it over my head, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Fuck! No wonder he appeared suspicious. I look like I just fucked an entire cheerleader squad. I’d forgotten to shave this morning, giving my face the appearance of dark shadows, and my hair stood up in porcupine quills. I grabbed a comb and gave myself a few quick pulls, then threw open the door.
“Okay, what can I help you with?” I shoved my arms through the shirt and pulling it over my head. “I’m a busy man you know.”
Jason grinned and something told me I didn’t like knowing why. “I can see that,” he said. “It’s why I think you’re the perfect person to help me with my problem.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s just you seem to know just about every guest here, which is kinda weird since some of these guys would have a heart attack if they even tried to take your class. So I’m guessing they’re not into…you know…what you have to offer. But never mind that. I don’t care really.”
“What are you getting at?”
“I assume you get lots of women too, just because of who you are.”
“Oh really. Who am I then?”
“You know, hot single guy, always has his shirt off, all those muscles flexing.”
“So you assume I get lots of action.”
“Hey, I’m not accusing you of anything. I just figure you been around.”
I chuckled. If he only knew how far that was from the truth. I hadn’t had a date in a year and-a-half, plus I never dated women at the club. “Get to the point.”
He took a deep breath and put his feet up on the ottoman. “Okay listen. Here’s the thing. My sister, Liz… You know? The one who fell in the pool? Well, as her big brother, it’s my job to protect her from the scumbags of the world, only so far I haven’t done such a bang-up job of it.”
“You haven’t?”
“Nah. She’s too stubborn, but this time I think I have her convinced to let me help. Scumbag number five is why we’re here. To get her mind off that asshole.” He shook his head, then gave me a smug look. “Ya know… if I had any real influence over my sister, I’d make her swear off our kind for at least five years or join a convent for god’s sake but…”
“But?” I was really intrigued.
“But, I know my sister. She seems to need a man in her life.” He gave me a lopsided grin that I know had to hurt his face. No brother wants to think of his sister like that. I should know.
“Maybe she has a high sex drive,” I heard myself saying. I don’t know why I wanted to see him squirm, but the sadistic side of me did—maybe it was because of the unwelcome interruption a moment ago. Jason’s eyes grew enormous. His jaw clenched.
“Come on, man. Don’t talk about Liz like that.”
“Sorry.” I half-chuckled.
His face softened as he sat up. His feet fell off the ottoman. “I don’t want to admit it, but it’s probably true.”
It was difficult to keep the smile off my face, but I managed. “So how can I help?”
“Help me find.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Help me find Liz a nice guy and… Now don’t take this the wrong way, but he needs to be the total opposite of you.”
Perfect.