Author: Olivia Cunning

“Wave pool?” he asked, extending his hand toward her. She grasped it a little tighter than usual.

They gazed across the expanse of concrete, pools, and fountains to the wave pool. The attraction was tucked in the farthest corner of the park and only had a few people surfing amongst the waves on inner tubes and body boards. Except for the glow of the occasional torch stuck in the sand, the entire right half of the pool was bathed in darkness. Plenty of shadows for discretion.

“Wave pool,” she agreed breathlessly.

He led her to the shadowed side of the pool. Male heads turned as she passed. The fact that she was with Sed didn’t seem to phase them.

When they reached the five-foot marker on the side of the wave pool, Sed tossed his towel on the ground and jumped into the water feet first. He moved toward the deep end until the water sloshed against the tops of his shoulders and held his hands out to catch Jessica. She dropped her towel, took his hands, and slid into the water in front of him. She released his hands and shifted them to his shoulders.

“My feet don’t touch the ground here.” Her legs brushed against his as she treaded water to stay afloat.

“Just hold on to me,” he murmured. “There is no height disadvantage in the water.”

They were eye-to-eye for a change and got lost in each other’s gazes as they stared at one another.

“I’m glad you took off your sunglasses,” she murmured, lifting her wet hand to touch his cheek. “When you wear them, I miss looking into your gorgeous blue eyes.”

“I hope no one recognizes me. I should have bought some swim goggles to replace my disguise.”

She laughed. “That would have been so sexy, baby.”

Thirty minutes until the park closes, a loud speaker announced.

Sed nuzzled Jessica’s neck. “I need to be inside you.”

She shifted closer, tightening her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I need you inside me.”

He reached between their bodies and pushed the front of his shorts down. His dick sprang free, hard as stone and ready for action. He carefully brushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms to one side and guided himself into her body. Her mew of pleasure, as she sank down to take him deep, grabbed him by the balls. He shuddered, his eyes drifting closed, his mouth open. Her warmth surrounded him, so soft and inviting. His pleasure was intense. His need overwhelming.

His hands shifted to the slick skin of her ass, drawing her closer, pressing himself deeper. Water sloshed over her face as the waves built. There was a height difference now that their bodies were joined. He inched toward shallower water. She leaned back, her fingertips gripping his shoulders. She locked her shins into his sides and drew her hips away, before taking him deep again.

He watched her as she took charge of their joining. She seemed totally oblivious to anything but the feel of his body filling her, receding, filling her again. He let her ride him, relishing her obvious pleasure, but forcing his attention to their surroundings occasionally. He had to keep a lookout for anyone who might be paying attention. He didn’t want to risk her getting hurt by some idiot with a video camera again.

He’d rather watch her getting off on him, however—her head tilted back in reckless abandon, her hair trailing in the water behind her. Her eyes were closed, but her lips remained parted as she gasped and groaned and gasped and groaned.

Yeah, baby. Feel me. I’m part of you.

“Sed.” The crashing waves drowned out most of her plea. “Touch me. Touch me. Please. Oh.”

She was definitely about to come. He shifted his hands to her breasts, his thumbs working their way under her tiny bikini top and brushing against the hard pebbles of her nipples. She shuddered, her silky sheath gripping his cock as she wriggled her hips impatiently. He groaned.

“Touch me there,” she insisted.

“Where, baby?” he murmured, rubbing his lips against her throat. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

“My clit. Please. I need. I need to…”

He moved his hand between her thighs and stroked her fast with his middle finger. She shuddered, and came with a loud cry. Her pussy clenched spasmodically around him as she strained against him. She’d completely lost track of where she was. Sed kissed her deeply, drawing her shouts of pleasure into his throat.

Jessica trembled with aftershocks of release for several minutes and then her body stiffened with panic as she regained her sense of place. She turned her head, breaking their mouths apart and glanced around.

“Did anyone see?”

“Do I care?”

The waves had died down now and the pool was relatively quiet. After Jessica had taken in their surroundings, and recognized that no one was paying attention to them, she turned her gaze to his.

“God, you made me come so hard,” she groaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Nothing is hotter than doing you in public.”

“My turn now.”

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, amusement in her tone.

“Can you unclench your legs? I’m going to have some major bruises on my ribs tomorrow.”

Her pretty jade-green eyes widened and she loosened her legs. “Oh God, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know I was hurting you.”

“Well worth it. Now just relax. Except do that tightening thing you do inside. I love that.”

She squeezed him inside her. Tighter. Tighter. Relaxed. The pleasure in his groin was almost unbearable. His eyelids fluttered.

“Like that?” she asked, a knowing grin on her face.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

He held her hips still with both hands and thrust into her, pulled out, thrust in, keeping all the action beneath the surface of the water. Within her body, she squeezed him as he pulled out, relaxed when he thrust forward. His balls were so full and tight, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He fought impending release though, clenching muscles at the base of his cock that were insistent on involuntarily expelling his seed inside her. He groaned against her throat, finding it difficult to relish that first orgasm without letting go. The spasms of pleasure subsided after a long moment and he started to thrust inside her again, working at building himself up once more.

“You’re the only man I know who can do that,” she whispered, nibbling on his ear, her breath warm against the wet skin along his neck, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin on either side of his spine.

“Do what?”

“Come without ejaculating.”

He leaned back and grinned at her. “You noticed that, huh? It takes a lot of concentration. And Kegel exercises.”

“Same kind I do so I can do this?” She squeezed him inside her even harder than before and he shuddered.

“Yeah, that Kegel guy was a genius. But can we not talk about this right now?”

“Sorry,” she murmured.

Fifteen minutes until the park closes. Please make sure you’ve collected all of your belongings before you leave, a loud speaker announced.

“Damn it. They’ll be kicking us out soon.” He shouldn’t have held back the last time.

Jessica’s hands moved to his chest, her fingers trailing down over his skin. “Just press me up against the wall and fuck me like an animal, Sed. I know you want to.”

Actually, it hadn’t entered his thoughts, but that would do the trick quickly. “You don’t mind?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Would I have mentioned it if I minded?”

God, he loved this woman. And not only because she was his sexual equal. But right now? Mostly for that reason. He walked closer to the wall and pinned her back to its textured surface.

“Let me know if I hurt you and I’ll try to settle down.”

She nodded, the trust in her gaze absolute. She wrapped her legs around his waist loosely, to give him plenty of room to move and keep her hips tilted for easy penetration.

He gave lust free rein.

He thrust into her. She took all of him, wriggling her hips and squeezing his cock inside her to increase his pleasure. His perfect goddess. Jessica. He found a rapid tempo. Thrusting deep, withdrawing. The intensity built with each stroke. His need to possess her, to claim her, brand her, drove him to madness.

“Mine,” he growled against her throat, sucking her flesh into his mouth to leave his mark upon her skin.

“Yes, Sed. Yours. Take it.”

He fucked her harder. He wanted her to feel him. Know him. Be one with him. Be all his. Only his.

“Jessica,” he groaned. Already close to exploding inside her, he had to know, “Do you feel me?”

“Yes. I feel you. Do you feel me?”

“Yes. It’s mine. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s ours.”

“Ours,” he sighed in agreement and shuddered as he lost himself and spilled his seed inside her, the pleasure intense, the emotions overwhelming. “Take it, Jessica,” he cried, still coming, still filling her with more of himself. “Take it all. Take everything I am.”

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her. She kissed his temple tenderly. “I love you, Sed.” She rubbed her nose against his cheek. “I love you.”

He gasped and took a deep shuddering breath, his chest full to bursting, his vision blurred with tears. “I love you,” he whispered around the lump in his throat and hugged her closer. He struggled to contain his tears, but could not stop them from falling. Hopefully, she’d think those were droplets of pool water dripping from his jaw and striking her shoulder.

Chapter 36

Sed pulled the tour bus door open and hefted a suitcase up the stairs. Before he could set it down, Brian shoved him into the partition that separated the driver’s area from the main cabin.

“You son-of-a-bitch, you always think you know what’s best and just do whatever the hell you want without any consideration—”

Trey grabbed Brian around the waist and pulled him out of Sed’s face. “Leave Sed alone,” he said. “I owe him my life.”

“Trey!” Brian hugged him with both arms. Their little bromance disturbed Sed sometimes, especially now that Brian was married. “How do you feel?”

“How do I look like I feel?” Trey struggled from Brian’s stranglehold of an embrace.

Brian looked him over. “You look… great.”

Jessica wandered up the stairs, carrying the laptop case and her mammoth-sized purse. “Yeah, he does.”

Myrna pushed her husband aside and hugged Trey. “We missed you, sweetie. I’ll go make you a cherry pie. How does that sound?”

Trey rolled his eyes in bliss. “Wonderful. Sed tried to starve me to death last night.”

“You do look thin,” Myrna said disapprovingly. She went to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and started pulling out ingredients.

“We thought you’d call for take out,” Jessica said, looking guilty.

Sed felt no guilt for abandoning Trey for a night. Just happiness. Jessica loved him. Nothing else mattered.

***

Jessica glanced up from the final draft of Myrna’s journal article. Sed handed his cell phone to her. “It’s your mother.”

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. Her mother had been forbidden to call unless it was an emergency. Jessica grabbed the phone. “Mother? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I thought you’d like to know that you got a letter from the University today. From the dean’s office.”

“Did you open it?”

“After the chewing out you gave me last time, of course I opened it.”

Jessica winced. “Well?”

Something inside her wanted the letter to refuse her the chance to win her scholarship back. She just wasn’t sure she even wanted to be a lawyer anymore. Mostly because she’d have to be away from Sed again, but also because failure did not sit well with her and the thought of being at the same institution as Dean Taylor made her skin crawl.