I dropped my khaki shorts so fast they took my boxers with them but I was okay with that. And so was she because she unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside. Now there was nothing but a tiny pair of cotton panties between us, but I wasn’t going to rush my first sight of her.
“The rest?” I whispered, my eyes never leaving hers.
“You do it,” she whispered back.
Fuuuuck.
I reached for her, my hands settling at her waist as I drew her forward. I wanted to see her, but I also wanted to kiss her, so I compromised by kissing her as I slid her panties down and pressed my erection against her stomach. I’d somehow known from that first time I saw her in the elevator that she’d be magnificent. Sweet, sexy, and passionate with a touch of innocence. Her simple underwear told me she didn’t go to trivia night looking to get laid, and the way she’d asked me to finish undressing her gave me the feeling she didn’t do things like this very often.
“I want so much to be a gentleman,” I groaned against her mouth. “But I need to taste you. All of you.”
“I haven’t had sex in months,” she said. “You can be a gentleman later.”
“Fuck yeah.” I bent to grab the condom out of my wallet and then pulled her by the hand to the nearest lounge chair. I sank down and let her straddle me before sheathing myself. I usually used a lot more finesse than this, taking my time to tease and arouse a woman before fucking her, but I couldn’t wait. Brianna had to be part witch because I was under some kind of spell tonight, unable to stop myself from grabbing her hips to hold her in place as I thrust inside her.
We moaned simultaneously as she sank down, taking all of me at once. She was so tight and wet I had to take a deep breath to keep from shooting off right away. I didn’t know what was different about tonight, because I’d had hundreds of one-night stands over the years, and no one had ever made me want to blow my load five seconds into sex.
“Declan…” My name on her lips was like an aphrodisiac, making my cock swell and harden even more.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”
She started to move, her hips gyrating over me and I leaned back, watching her. Normally I wasn’t this passive during sex but I wanted it to last and if I pounded into her the way I wanted to, it would be over in seconds. Instead, I’d let her take the wheel.
“Pinch your nipples, baby. Let me see you play with those beautiful tits.”
Her hands travelled to her breasts, cupping them at first, and lifting them slightly, her eyes glinting with arousal. I kept my hands on the round globes of her ass, squeezing every time she bottomed out, though my eyes never left her chest. When she pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, her pussy clenched around me and I groaned—complete ecstasy and utter torture. I was on the verge of getting off and I needed her to come first.
I moved one hand from her ass to the soft patch of hair between her legs, sliding a finger through her delicate folds. Her clit was a hard little nub and I softly flicked my finger against it.
“Declan…” Her voice was shaky now, her hands on my shoulders as we started to move faster.
“I want to see you come, baby. Can you let loose for me?”
“Mmm…” She seemed incapable of saying anything else because I felt her pussy convulse and her entire body stiffened as she screamed. She threw her head back, a cascade of red hair tickling my thighs and her perfect breasts jutting out, so close to my mouth. I was too far gone to do anything about it, though, my own orgasm shooting down my spine and out of my cock.
Neither of us moved for a minute and then she collapsed against my chest, her pussy still fluttering around me with every aftershock. I wrapped my arms around her and gently stroked her back as our breathing slowly returned to normal. She pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder and lifted her head.
“That was amazing,” she said. “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you,” I said. “I can’t remember the last time I was ready to get off three seconds in.”
She smiled. “But you held on. Most guys are more selfish than that.”
“Then most guys suck.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Wanna go for a swim?”
“Okay. Is there a bathroom, though?”
“Yeah.” I gently eased out of her and we both got up. I took her hand as we went into the pool house and used the facilities. Before we went back out to the pool, I looked in one of the drawers and was grateful to find a box of condoms. I took two and followed her back out.
“Just two?” she teased, stepping into the water.
“I can get more,” I said. “I figured we’d start with two.”
She laughed, taking the steps down until she was fully submerged. “Oh, this feels good. We have a pool at my apartment complex, but it’s small and there’s always a million screaming kids or wild teenagers. I haven’t been in it at all this summer.”
“There’s a pool at my building too,” I told her. “But there are lots of families in the building, so skinny-dipping would be frowned upon.”
“Same.”
We smiled at each other. There was curiosity in her eyes and I reached out to run my knuckles across her cheek.
“What were you thinking just now?”
“That you’re not what I was expecting.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know. I guess there are stereotypes about rock stars, but you don’t really fit into any of them.”
“Well, if we’re being honest, I do. I guess the difference with me is that I don’t feel the need to party all the time, or dress in leather when I’m not performing, or any of that shit. At my core, I’m a musician, not a rock star. Being a rock star is part of me now, but it doesn’t define every aspect of my life. I’m sure there are doctors out there who still lay on the couch and watch dumb movies or play games with their kids, or whatever, and that has nothing to do with being a doctor. So when I’m not playing or recording, I’m just me. A regular guy.”
“I don’t think you’re a regular guy at all. You’re pretty awesome.”
“Thank you. You’re pretty great yourself.”
“By the way, you didn’t have to tell everyone that you were the reason I dumped the coffee on you.”
I shrugged. “Makes for a better story if I was the clumsy one. It’s such a cliché that women are clumsy, so I figured I’d take it off the table.”
To my surprise, she leaned up and kissed me, her tongue searching out mine with an urgency I loved but didn’t quite understand. Our mouths fused together and she wrapped her legs around my waist, sending my dick back into overdrive. I had no trouble getting it up, but this was pretty quick even for me, and I was so close to sliding into her again I had to pull away.
“Condom,” I rasped.
“Yes. Hurry.”
Fuuuuck.
We made love three more times over the next two hours. She was as insatiable as I was, and we were like randy teenagers who were trying to get in as much sex as possible in a short amount of time. I didn’t know why we were so anxious for each other, but every time I tried to slow down, talk to her, do something other than fuck, we wound up going at it again.