Page 65 of Chasing Storm

In a rough voice, he says, “Do you remember what I wanted to do to you in our pool?”

My eyes lift to his, while his thumb brushes along my biting lip. “Yeah.”

His gaze lands on the fountain, then back to me. “Want to make our last night memorable?”

I smile and his hand tightens a little around my throat. “Okay.”

“What’s the safe signal?”

“I pinch your left wrist.”

“You can also say stop when I pull you up for air.”

Conversation ceases. Joey maneuvers me away from the winery, pressing the front of my thighs against the large cement ledge of the fountain, and bends me over. The toe of his shoe widens my stance. His hands flirt underneath my dress, bundling it up at the waist. For the first time in a while, his fingers take hold of my thong and rip the strings. It hangs on one side, caught against the fountain, so he stuffs it into his pocket. His large rough hands slide up my legs and inner thighs, encircling my butt. It’s light and soothing. A finger dips inside me, causing a moan, and I push into his hand. It’s a slothful movement of exiting, gliding through my folds to my clit, back up and in. He uses his other hand to outline my spine, massaging each vertebra downward, creating imaginary swirls on my butt cheeks, and then smack. My body automatically tenses. I let out a soft gasp, feeling my core become damper from need. In the fountain’s basin, my breathing and the trickling of spring water causes a slight echo.

Joey keeps working me until I’m soaked. He coils my hair around his left hand, unzips his shorts, and places the tip of his cock at my entrance. Without a word, he plunges my head under water at the same time thrusting inside me. At first, I panic, gripping the ledge, bucking back into him, and splashing my hands in the water. And then I’m up for air. Joey allots for a couple of breaths and dunks my head back in. This time, I close my eyes, focusing on his thrusts. They’re extreme, squashing and chafing me against the concrete. His hold in my hair tightens to the root. The pain takes my mind away from the lack of air, and then I’m out, face dripping, panting for breaths. A couple more and I’m submerged in water. His brutal snaps of the hips, in and out, jostling my body, ignite pain and pleasure. I’m the one provoking such a response from him. Being underwater muffles nature, the trickling sound of the fountain, and Joey’s moans. The provocativeness, the public display and absence of breath, have me soaked to the core. Up out of the water, I puff in and out while getting the opportunity to hear Joey’s moans and grunts. My pussy clenches at his lewd sounds. He’s pilfering my air, claiming my body, and I’m lost to the dark moment. Our staggering needs fracture the quietness.

Then I’m back under. I’m rising toward my climax. The water spares me from fear of being caught, and my arousal fogs my head of anything else. My nail breaks from squeezing onto the ledge when I’m hit hard by my climax, opening my mouth only to suck in a lungful of water. Joey brings me up, still fucking me while I cough up water and wheeze for air. One more thrust and I’m squeezed between the basin and he’s deep inside, balls snuggled against my butt. He holds me in place and empties out. Untangling his hand from my hair, Joey grunts and moans through his release, and I prop myself up on my elbows, hanging my head over the basin. My wet hair sticks to my face, hanging in clumps.

A chill runs through me. Darkness gave us some reprieve from the heat, but wetness and lethargy creeping in has me wrapping my arms across my chest.

Joey pulls out, slides an arm to my front, and hauls me up, my back to his chest.

He murmurs in my ear, “Thank you.”

This makes me giggle, snuggling closer for warmth, and I whisper, “You’re welcome.”

“Are you okay?”

I turn my head so I can see him. “Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

Sucking in my lower lip, I say, “Not at first, but then…it was so…”

“So, what?”

“Hard to describe. I guess I’m as sick as you for enjoying it.”

He laughs against my cheek. “You trusted me though, right?”

I lift on my tiptoes and kiss him. “There isn’t anyone else in this world I trust more.”

He fixes my damp dress, making sure I’m covered, and carries me bridal style to the car.

I wrap my arms around his neck, mesmerized by his allure. “I can walk.”

Joey turns his wicked grin my way and responds, “I fucked you into a fountain and cut off your air supply, so no, I’m carrying you. When we get to the house, I’m going to tend to your wounds.”

“What wounds?”

“Look down, Tea.”

It’s the first time I notice the scratches and cuts on my legs and hands, a little blood on my dress by my hip, and I snort.

“Oh, my God. It looks like I fell into a burr patch.”

He kisses my temple. “I’ll make it better.”

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