The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

I had a considerable collection of vibrators that got the job done, but no amount of silicone and mechanics could truly replace the real thing. God, I was so fucking horny.

“Show me,” I pleaded. “I want to see it.” He went utterly still. “What?” Blood rushed loudly in my ears, drowning out the panic at what I was suggesting. “You saw me,” I offered. “I . . . want to see you.”

“I’ll show you mine,” he said, both joking and entirely serious, “if you show me yours.”

“Are you worried I won’t be able to handle you?”

“No.” He was perfectly serious. “I’m worried I won’t be able to handle you.” His gaze dropped down to his dick clenched in his hand. “Look at me. I haven’t fucking touched you, and I’m already close.”

The moment our lips touched, I went weightless. It was like leaping off a stage into the waiting hands of the crowd, yet never landing. Falling forever.

It didn’t matter that it’d been a long time since I’d been kissed, because I’d never been kissed like this.

His mouth drifted from mine, planting kisses across my cheekbone, as he moved toward my ear. It made me shiver and melt when he discovered the tender spot on my neck, and then his lust-choked words filled my ear. “Fuck Tinder,” he uttered. “You don’t need it. I’m right here.”

The mouth on this man

“I’m a lot younger and you were married, and it was wrong, but . . . shit. I wanted this for a long time. And then it happened, and it was even better than I thought it’d be.”

“Look, maybe it’s weird or it doesn’t make sense to you—but it makes sense to me. You’re hot. Us together? We’d be off the charts. And don’t act like you’re not interested.” My dirty mouth hadn’t shocked her before—in fact, she’d responded to it. I smirked as I went in for the kill. “Shit, you’re looking at me right now like you want me to bend you over this table.”

She was so hot, I was going to damage my retinas just looking at her.

“Fuck,”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice wavering. “We ...

“Is this for me?”

In response, he nudged his hips forward, essentially fucking my hands, and brought his mouth right beside my ear. “Every . . . last . . . inch.”

“Maybe I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer. You can keep up, can’t you, Troy?”

“Yeah, I fucking can.”

“It’s okay if you can’t,” I whispered, stunned by my mocking tone. “I have a drawer o...

His fingers bit into my waist, commanding me to move. “Maybe you don’t need them anymore. You want...

“You like the sound of that? Me being your personal sex toy?”

“Fuck,” I cried. My mind went white-hot at the idea.

“Yeah, I thought so.” He rubbed circles on my swollen clit while he continued to pound at me from beneath. “You ...

“You’re going to make me come.”

“You’re goddamn right,” he growled.

“I meant it,” he said. “You call me next time you’re thinking about reaching into that drawer.”

“Is this call business,” I asked, “or pleasure?”

“It’s pleasure.” Her voice was surprisingly sure. “Come over, and make sure to bring that magical dick with you.”

I grinned bigger than I ever had in my life.

“Yes, m...

I didn’t want proper, respectable sex with a gentleman. I hungered for something . . . darker. Primal, basic fucking.

“You’re, like, really good at that.” His smile was tight. “I don’t want to ruin your fun, but . . . I’m not going to last long if you keep at it.”

I went back to using my hand, gliding my fingers teasingly over his dick that was wet with my saliva.

“You think it’ll be easier when you’re all b...

He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it...

I sounded evil. “You want to fuck me?”

“Yes.” His lust-soaked word made me shiver.

“That’s too bad,” I said with a mocking tone. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”

You go girl

“Don’t come yet,” I said.

“Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.

It wasn’t just his body I desired or his music. I wanted all of him now. Which was crazy.

And now as I stared at him, I was filled with so much more than basic lust. I longed for him. Longed for his voice, his laugh, his kiss.

She’d gone over my head to make this decision about my career, and I needed to remind her I was capable of making decisions too.

I immediately set a fast tempo, because sometimes slow-fucking her felt too good. I needed to last.

If I wasn’t already in love with him, I sure the hell was now.

“These shoes you’ve got on really are lucky.”

“if I asked you to fuck me in the dressing room, what would you say?”

I grinned. “I’d say yes, ma’am.”

I’d always say ye...