Page 22 of No Escape
I could feel myself crumbling. She had a point.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to convince you to join me in the tub.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“You don’t need one.” Grabbing the bottom of the shirt, she lifted it up and over her head, tossing the shirt at me. The shirt landed at my feet, but I barely noticed it. My gaze was fixated on her perfect tits, constrained in red lace, her nipples visible through the sheer material. “I don’t have one either.”
“I thought we’ve been through this. You and I aren’t a good idea. There’s too much going on. We’re not thinking straight. Emotions are…”
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the jogging pants she turned her back to me and slowly lowered the pants, bending over, putting on display her perfect, tight ass. I couldn’t stop myself from looking between her legs. Her plump pussy lips strained against the crotch of her panties.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She slowly straightened and looked over her shoulder at me. “You don’t find me attractive, officer?”
“I’m not a cop anymore, and I was a detective before leaving.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Mmm. Detective. I like that. In that case, Detective. You don’t want to try out the water? Relax those tight muscles of yours?” Her gaze lowered to my crotch. There was no hiding the thickness of my erection from her.
Turning around she began walking toward me, reaching behind her back and undoing her bra. Upon reaching me, she slowly—seductively slid the straps of her bra down her arm freeing the most glorious tits I’d ever seen and then dropping the bra into my lap.
“Don’t make me beg, detective,” she seemed to almost purr the word detective.
And that was it for me. Every little bit of resolve I had left my body as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “You’ve been taunting me all day, woman,” I growled, slipping my hand to the back of her head and pulling her soft, sweet-smelling body against mine.
“It worked didn’t it?”
Lowering my head, I brushed my lips across hers. “This is a really bad idea.”
Nipping at my lower lip, she sucked it into my mouth before releasing it and squirming out of my grip and racing to the hot tub. “I think it’s a splendid one.”
Sliding her panties down her legs she stood in front of the hot tub, naked, her perfectly shaven pussy begging to be fucked. “What’s taking you so long,” giving me one last smile, she got in and waited for me to join her.
Removing my clothing as I walked, by the time I made it to the hot tub I was naked, my cock standing strong and proud, anxious to feel the pleasures her beautiful pussy could offer me.
Gripping the edge of the tub, I swung my legs over and sank into the warm water. I’d barely gotten seated when she crossed the tub over to me, straddling my lap, facing me.
“Have I thanked you for all you’re doing for me?” she asked, running the tip of her tongue along the side of my neck.
“Just doing my job.”
“Uh-huh.”
ELLE
Damn, his dick was massive. It was taking all of my self-control not to forego the foreplay and impale myself on his magnificent rod.
Grabbing my hips, I expected him to settle me onto his cock, but he surprised me. Instead, he lifted me out of the water and onto the foot-wide ledge attached to the hot tub.
“Dayton?”
“I’ve been dying to taste you since yesterday.” Slipping my legs over his shoulders, he placed a light kiss on my inner leg, just above the knee.
A low growl-like moan rumbled through me as I realized what he intended to do. Gripping onto the side of the tub, I watched as his lips slowly made their way up my inner thigh. Slowly. Excruciatingly slow.
“My god, you’re killing me,” I moaned.
