Page 43 of The Power Play

When I become aware of my surroundings again, I feel him still thick and hard in my tight grip. His forehead rests against mine as he removes his hand from my bottoms, gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts against me, into my hand. It only takes a couple seconds before I feel him thicken and he’s groaning with his own release.

I stroke him through it, running my lips up the skin of his neck, licking and biting until he is finished with his orgasm. Removing my hand, I kiss his lips softly before I let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, with an edge to his voice.

I shake my head, “I think we contaminated the pool.”

He glances around us like he just remembered where we are then laughs along with me. “Is it bad that I don’t care because it was worth it?”

I shake my head, then pull back to look at him with a wide smile on my face. “Race you to the hot tub. We can contaminatethat next.” With a wink, I dive out of his embrace and swim toward the hot tub that’s only separated by a small ledge.

Climbing in the water feels like it’s scalding my skin as I slowly slide in. Once the initial pain from the heat subsides, it is soothing, and I sink into it. Charlie joins me quickly; I watch his face as he experiences the same drastic temperature change before adjusting to it and sitting across from me.

“Why are you over there?” I ask, lifting my leg to brush against his, though with the distance it’s barely my toe that makes contact.

“Because I need a minute and just wanted to be able to look at you,” he raises his arms on the ledge, leaning back while his eyes roam over me. Despite the hot water we are in, I know he can see my hard nipples beneath the swimsuit plus the outlines of my piercings.

With a smirk I say, “Oh okay, in that case…” I remove my bikini top swiftly, plopping it outside the hot tub. His eyes go wide, staring at me, the only light out here is that coming from within the water. It’s illuminating the dark desire in his eyes while accentuating every ridge of muscle on this beautiful man’s body.

I wonder how he sees me in this light. I lean back, copying his posture, fully exposing my naked skin to him while acting like nothing is out of the ordinary.

“So, how was your day?” I ask like we are a couple of buddies catching up.

“Wha–my day?” he stutters, his eyes switching from being fixated on my chest, up to my face and back.

“Yeah, how was it? Do anything interesting or exciting?”

“You–Uh, I don’t. Audrey, I don’t think I can have a regular conversation with your tits out right now,” he reaches under the water, clearly adjusting himself.

“What? Oh these?” I cup them in my hands, playing lightly. “You’ve seen them so many times though, and they are just tits.”

His eyes lock on mine, the steam rising between us, his voice gravely as he responds, “No, they aren’t just tits. And I may have seen them before, but this is only the second time I’ve seen them while being close enough to touch them. And fuck me, pretty girl, I want to touch them so bad.”

My jaw unhinges slightly as my mouth hangs wide open. I’m still cupping my breasts but haven’t moved since he started talking. And he called me “pretty girl.” Which is what he always calls Lacey.

Plus, I want him to touch me. I want him to do so much more than we have and so much more than I’m sure he’s ready for. When I don’t say anything, he continues.

“I want my mouth on them, I want to see if you can come with just my mouth on your tits. I want to see if I can drive you as crazy as you make me. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you these last four years.”

I go to speak, but nothing comes out. Charlie is such a juxtaposition within himself. Nervous, and shy, but also…not.

“I never said you had to stop touching me,” I grin.

“Then get your ass over here,” he demands andfuck methat was something I didn’t expect from him. All I can do is obey.

I swim the short distance across to him, straddling his lap. I rest my ass on his groin, feeling him already rock hard once again beneath me.

“How’s this?” I ask, innocently.

His hands rest on the sides of my thighs, gripping lightly. “Pretty good.”

“That’s it?” I give him a doubtful look, pressing our bare chests together, I rub so he can feel my tightened nipples and the cool piercings against him. He bites back a groan at the contact which only spurs me on.

I lift slightly to roll my hips against his, rubbing myself against his length that is so hard I could never have guessed he just came a few minutes ago. This time he doesn’t smother the sound of his groan and I get to hear it.

“How about this?” my voice comes out breathy as the friction to my clit feels really fucking good.

His hands grip me even tighter, sliding up to my hips and helping to guide my movements against him. “Better.”

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