Heather
Rone always had been nice. To her at least. He’d been a good friend to her brother. They got up to their share of trouble, but Rone wasn’t one of those bad teens. He was never a bad guy. She’d always thought he was a little soft under that massive exterior, but hearing him say those words, words she didn’t even know he was capable of thinking, seeing the way he looked at her, as if she was the only woman on the planet, it did something to her. She would have liked to think she had an ounce of willpower, a shred of control, a shield, a wall. Something. Anything.
She might have had, but it was torn away, washed away in the deep water that Rone swept them into. She hadn’t been expecting it, but she managed to take a breath just in time and held it as they were plunged into the water.
His hold on her waist never loosened. He kicked hard, bringing them to the surface. They took a breath at the same time. She reached up and slicked beads of water from her hair and forehead, out of her eyes. Rone shook his head, clearing his vision.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she rasped.
“If I am, you love it,” he responded raggedly before his lips crushed hers in a kiss that was every bit as scorching and startling as the first one had been.
She shut her eyes and was transported back to every single romance novel she’d read as a teenager, the times she wished it was her who was the heroine, Rone who was the hero. Sleepless nights, body burning, wishing, wishing for the man who would never be hers. And here he was, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her breathless. And she wanted rules? Who am I kidding? It wasn’t just that she was afraid or that she didn’t want to be a one night stand as she’d said. She would have accepted it in a second. It was more than that. She couldn’t imagine it being just one time. She knew she’d always crave Rone. Once would never be enough. Once was just the start.
They floated together, Rone’s hands cupping her face. He broke the kiss and stared down at her. She felt the heat of him through the cold water, burning into her. The hardness of his cock pressed up against her stomach. It made her achy and a rush of wetness that had nothing to do with the pool water soaked her already wet bikini bottoms.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rone whispered. He kissed her briefly before he moved his face to pepper her cheeks with kisses. She giggled and tried to pull away, but he held her fast against him.
“Stop telling me stuff like that or I’m going to get a complex.”
“I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.” He claimed her lips again, sweetly, lingering, with all of the passion in the world, but no possessiveness. No need to own her, no need to change her. He was just Rone. The Rone she’d always known and loved. The Rone she thought would never want her.
He pressed into her beneath the water, his hardness hitting her in just the right place. The place she needed him most. She thought how easy it would be to strip her bikini bottoms off, rip his shorts down and take him inside of her.
He growled next to her ear, clearly thinking the same thing. One hand remained around her waist as he kicked the water, treading it for them so she didn’t have to. The other pushed her bikini top aside and clutched her breast. She gasped at the bold contact and arched her back instinctively, thrusting herself into his hand. His fingers played over her sensitive nipple, heating the peak, rolling over it and playing back until she was writhing against him.
He drove her wild with need and she ground against him, pushing his hardness between her legs until it hit just the right spot.
“Do you want me to touch you there?” His breath was warm and whispery on the side of her neck. His tongue snaked out and licked her there. Heather jerked violently at the contact. White hot heat spread from the spot and radiated out through the rest of her body.
She pressed against him harder, hardly daring to say the sinful words. His hand left her breast and trailed over her flat stomach. He caressed the swell of her hip and finally, finally his hand settled over her sex, where she needed him most. He left trails of molten heat behind, flaring hot and sizzling despite the cool waters.
He moved her bikini bottoms aside and suddenly his fingers, so very hot, were sweeping over her sex. She was almost embarrassed at how slick she was. She was about to slam her legs shut and pull away when Rone’s knee came between her legs and he pushed her up further on his waist. His head came down and his mouth clamped over her breast. He suckled her nipple through the wet fabric. Her hips bucked against his hand and his finger slid easily through her swollen sex and stopped right at her entrance.
The feel of him there, so close, so thick, so ready to give her everything she wanted and needed, drove her wild. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding and bucking against his hand, hoping like hell he would just get inside of her already and end the horrible need turning her blood to fire. Her hands wrapped around his neck. She pulled him closer, scrabbled at his shoulders, dug her fingers in desperately, bucking and riding out the vibrations of pleasure.
“God, Rone…” she panted near his ear. He released her breast and brought his face back to hers. He kissed her, brutalizing her mouth, licking and sipping her lips. It was strange. No one had ever kissed her like that, like she was the reason they were alive, like it was her breath that animated his lungs the desire for her that made his heart beat.
“Is this slow enough for you?” He said hoarsely.
“Not- at- all.”
“I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare.” Her voice didn’t even sound like hers, it was so desperate and breathy.
Thankfully, he didn’t. His finger pushed into her, giving her an inch, slowly, so very slowly. He went back to nipping at her lips, sucking her bottom lip, scraping his teeth over her bottom lip, nipping her. Her hands scrabbled over his neck, lower, until she was gripping the iron of his biceps, just barely managing to hang on.
“Next time we do this, it’s going to be my mouth here,” he rasped. “And then my cock.” He thrust his finger inside and the thickness was all it took to send her careening over the edge. She crashed into the orgasm, barely managing to clamp her lips together to keep from screaming. The last thing she needed was for some neighbor to be out in their backyard and hear the racket. The fence was high, but not insurmountable. She didn’t want an audience.
A gentle wail did escape and she breathed Rone’s name. He let her ride out the waves, her inner muscles clenching his finger tightly, before he slipped out. He brought his hand up and sucked his index finger between his lips, taking it into his mouth as his eyes closed shut. She nearly orgasmed again, watching the bliss on his face as he tasted her.
“Next time,” he said hoarsely next to her ear. “Next time, you’ll scream my name.”
“And if I don’t?” She asked breathlessly.
“Oh you will. I’ll make you come until you do.”
Annoying, Rone released. She nearly sank before she could get her wits about her enough to tread water. Her body vibrated and ached. She felt wrung out. Her head still felt like it was floating off her shoulders. From across the pool, Rone started swimming laps, not the least perturbed that she was a hot mess just mere feet away.
Next time. Oh god, she couldn’t wait for there to be a next time.