Trevor walked forward and, reaching out, palmed her cheek. “If you keep that up, I’ll bloody well fuck you right here and now.”
Shivering at his touch, she peered up at him, wanted to lick every inch of his body. But that would take longer than an hour—well, if she did it right. Letting her eyes roam over him, she noticed his hard cock was good to go. “We’re in a glass pool house. Anyone could see us.”
“I’m willing to take that risk. With Brynn staying here, I can’t sleep with you at night. My mother’s commandeering most of your day. Are you trying to kill me?”
“It’s killing me too, but I have to meet your mother in an hour.” That refusal should have sounded firmer. But looking at Trevor practically naked…and wet—it melted her resolve.
Although she and Trevor had been together only a few times, she missed him. Missed those hot lips on her skin. Missed his wandering fingers and his talent for finding new erogenous spots. The man had skills.
And while she should be self-conscious about the transparent walls, instead, she was completely turned on. She doubted anyone would come looking for them, but the possibility made it a little naughtier.
Trevor tossed the towel back on the table and leaned down. Cupping the back of her head, he whispered against her lips, “I can do a lot in an hour.” He kissed her then. Not the demanding kisses from the other night. Tender and coaxing, this kiss seduced her. She leaned back against the lounger and he followed her, placing his knee between hers. His leg and swim trunks left her skirt wet, but she hardly noticed. Though his skin was cool, his touch heated her as his free hand caressed her neck, tracing over her collarbone and skimming the tops of her breasts. Craning her neck, she kissed him back and clutched his shoulders.
She wanted this, needed it. It was the only thing that felt right lately, being in Trevor’s arms. That didn’t make sense, but it was true. She felt like herself with him. Her old self, before she had so many responsibilities. Free and alive and young. She liked feeling this way. Even if it was only temporary.
He gradually pulled away, releasing her. She slid her hands down his shoulders, still slick with water, over his arms to his wrists. “Forty-five minutes. I’ll have to shower and change.”
“Deal,” he said. Allie stood and quickly shed her clothes while Trevor peeled the wet trunks from his hips.
Feeling like a seductress, she sprawled on the lounger and raised her arms above her head, drawing his gaze to her breasts. She knew he liked watching her, so she lowered one hand and placed her index finger in her mouth. Allie almost grinned as she watched his cock lengthen in response. Trevor grasped it in his hand and gave a tug. She liked watching him as well.
Pulling her finger from her mouth, she drew it down her chest and around her areola. Then she cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. Hard.
Trevor groaned and gave his cock another slow stroke. “You know I love it when you do that.”
“I know,” she said. “Come here, English.” His eyes darkened and his breath became labored. She loved that she had that effect on him. Made her feel like a goddess.
In a hot second, he lowered his body onto hers, thrust his hands into her hair, and kissed her. Reaching down, Allie grasped his cock, rubbed her thumb over the head. His hips were still chilly and damp. It felt good against the muggy air.
Trevor licked his way down her throat and latched on to one of her breasts. “Please suck harder.” When he obliged, she moaned in pleasure.
Before she was ready, he’d left her breasts and kissed a trail to her stomach. He stopped at her hipbone, biting hard enough to make her gasp. “Trevor.”
“Spread your legs wider,” he said. “I want to see you.”
Allie flattened her knees to each side, opening herself to him. “Lick me.” She didn’t ask timidly this time, she demanded.
He glanced up at her. With his hair slicked back and his face flushed, he seemed wilder than before. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the filtered sunlight, but the lust in his eyes heightened her own desire. “Lick you where, Miss Campbell?”
“My pussy. I want your tongue on my pussy.”
He grinned then. “You’re learning.” He lowered his head and licked the length of her.
Allie grabbed a fistful of his wet hair and closed her eyes. Yes, she’d definitely missed Trevor. Normally he took his time—long, slow swipes of his tongue as he buried his fingers deep inside her—but today he didn’t linger. He lapped at her quickly, his tongue darting into her, twirling in a fast circle. It felt amazing, and when he moaned against her, the vibrations from his voice sent shivers racing across her heated skin. Then he pinched her clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming and she shattered a few moments later. Letting go of Trevor’s hair, she clutched the sides of the lounger, crying out. The sound echoed through the tiled room.
While she recovered, Trevor gave her one last taste before rubbing his cheek against her inner thigh. “I don’t have a condom with me,” he said, gazing up at her.
Allie reached down and ran her hand over his damp hair. “Finish what you started the other night.”
He frowned until she pressed her breasts together. “You want me to fuck your tits?”
She nodded. She wanted to take him like this, felt herself growing wet again just thinking about it.
“I’m going to come this time, Allison.”
“Seems fair,” she said, still panting. That orgasm had left her a little dizzy as it ripped through her body.
Trevor moved up the lounger and, grabbing hold of the headrest, slowly slid his dick between her full breasts. “God, yes.”
With his brows drawn, Trevor peered down, watching himself glide between her tits. A look of intense pleasure crossed his features before he closed his eyes. “You feel incredible.” He increased the pace, thrusting forward and back. “I’m going to come, Allison.” His body tightened as he shot a long stream onto her chest, another rope of come landed on her neck. Still, he continued to piston his hips.
Once he pulled away, Allie let go of her breasts. “I need another forty-five minutes with you, love.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. As he moved to grab his discarded towel, he kept his eyes trained on her.
To tease him, Allie rubbed her middle finger along her breastbone, swirling his semen in a circle and dragging it over her nipple. “Too bad you’ll have to make due with a quickie.”
He closed his eyes for a second and licked his lips. “God, you drive me insane. You know I’m going to be thinking about this moment for the rest of the bloody day.”
She liked that she sent him over the edge, distracted him. “I hope so.”
He lowered himself to the lounger and nudged her hip aside until she scooted over. With gentle strokes, he wiped his come from her chest. “How are we doing on time?”
Allie’s hand trailed over his leg. “I think we’re good.”
Trevor tossed the towel aside and stretched out beside her. Throwing an arm around her waist, he nuzzled her ear. “I take it things didn’t go well with your father this morning?”
She shook her head and petted his forearm. “No. Not even a little bit. Is it okay if Brynn stays a few more days? I know it’s not what you had in mind when we made this bargain—”
“Allison.”
She stopped talking and glanced over at him. His spiky black eyelashes emphasized the light gray, almost silver, irises. The black band that edged the lighter shade provided a striking contrast. She could lose herself in those eyes.
He bent his head and ran the tip of his tongue across her lower lip and briefly sucked it into his mouth. Leaning back a fraction, he remained close, their lips almost touching, but not quite.
“I told you Brynn could stay as long as she needs to. It’s fine. In fact, I’ll meet the two of you for tea in the conservatory.”