Page 12 of Ensnared By Silence
He picked me up, and I shrieked as he lowered my naked body into the warm bubbly water. Kissing me until I was panting for breath, he pulled away and disappeared into the house with a satisfied grin. I leaned against the side, a jet massaging my lower back as the hot water loosened all the tension from my body. My mind was blank for once, and I rested my head against the edge of the tub with a content smile.
I felt weightless and gazed across the water to the Pierce family compound. I’d never been this close to the houses, and even at the significant distance they were from us, I could tell they were luxurious and expensive. I felt like a fraud, and I stood from the water when a shirtless Hayden returned with drinks and a tray of food.
“I thought you might be hungry,” he explained when he walked out to find me crawling out of the tub. He placed the tray on the table, came to my side, and asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I think maybe I should go.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll take you now, but I would really love to know what changed in the few minutes I was gone.”
I slid back into the water as he sat on the edge of the tub and waited for me to explain.
“I don’t feel like I belong here,” I admitted, and he kissed me gently before he put his forehead to mine.
“Why?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“This is the kind of thing you do for a girlfriend or someone you care about. Not a booty call,” I reasoned, and his gaze turned hard before morphing back to the chilled guy I’d secretly crushed on for years.
“This is more than a booty call to me. I thought you felt that zap of electricity between us.”
I debated lying to him, but he deserved better than that. Or maybe simply better than me.
“I felt it too,” I admitted, and he exhaled deeply.
“Good, because for a minute there, I thought I was going crazy. I’ve never felt that, and we owe it to ourselves to see where it goes. Don’t you think?” he asked, and his facial expressions were guarded and hopeful.
I was terrified but needed to take a leap of faith, hoping it didn’t crush me in the fall. I nodded, and he smiled brightly at me before shedding his pants, his thick length bobbing between his legs as he grabbed the tray and sat it on the edge of the tub. Slipping into the water, he tangled our legs together and handed me a perfectly mixed vodka cranberry. I happily sipped it between bites of cheese and cold cuts he hand-fed me. He was pampering me and part of me wanted to get used to it.
Another part warned it was too good to be true and I should leave before my heart, or worse, got damaged. We started talking, and they were the normal ‘get to know you’ type of questions. Kind of the cart before the horse situation since we were naked in a hot tub and my pussy was deliciously tender from our earlier activities.
We tossed questions back and forth. What’s our favorite color, kind of music, sports, etc.
It was exciting when I told him my favorite music was classical and he had Bache playing softly through hidden speakers with a simple voice request. The food soaked up the alcohol, and I declined the offer for another drink. He grabbed us each a bottle of water and we soaked up the warmth as we talked.
“Where did you grow up?” he asked innocently, and my real smile morphed into the fake one I used to deflect.
“A few hours from here. How about you?”
He looked at me with suspicion before he positioned himself next to me instead of looking directly at me. My skin was wrinkly, but I didn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble we found ourselves in. Just the two of us alone in the universe, and I was running from his question.
His big hand took mine, and he kissed the back as my legs shifted across his lap.
“How about this? We don’t talk about our families or anything that happened before either of us moved to Pierce Bluff until we’ve spent more time together. Families are usually our greatest stressor, and lord knows I don’t want to talk about mine. Deal?”
The rapidly rising tension bled from me like a torrent, and I turned to him and straddled his lap. I could feel his thick cock slipping between my wet folds and I rocked against it as I brought my lips to his. Letting the words float from me to him, I felt him grip my hips as I whispered, “Deal.”
With the single word, he shortened the gap between us and crushed his mouth to mine. Our tongues battled, and I lifted my hips, pressing the head of his cock against my tingling clit. The warm water rolled around us as Hayden kissed my cheek, down my neck, and across my shoulder. He lifted me slightly out of the water and brought my tits eye level with him. Pulling a pert nipple into his mouth, he sucked deeply, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. I gripped the back of his head and rocked against his abs as he nibbled my breasts, moving from one to the other.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, and he bit down on the tip before lapping his tongue to ease the pinch of pain.
His wicked gaze met mine, and he slid me onto the seat next to him, placing me on my knees. “Grab hold of the side,” he encouraged, and I glanced over my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. His thick cock pressed against my ass before sliding between my legs. My breasts were out of the warm water and my nipples were growing painfully erect in the chilly air.
Hayden pushed my knees forward until I was closer to the side of the hot tub. He fed his cock between my legs so the head poked out in front of me and pushed my knees together. I closed my legs, and he was sandwiched between my pussy lips without penetrating me. Shifting my hair off my shoulder, he placed small kisses against my chilled skin and pulsed his hips, sliding his cock through my folds and bumping my clit with his head.
“Mmm,” I moaned and rocked my hips along his shaft. He plucked at my nipples and shifted us slightly. “Oh, God.”
From the adjusted position, the jet was spraying warm water in a forceful pulse and the wave was hitting my clit every time he retreated his hips and his shaft slipped against me. His kisses continued and one hand retreated into the water as my grip on the edge grew tight and desperate. His hand joined the water and his shaft, and he started rubbing fast circles over my throbbing clit.
My body shook, and he used his other hand to grip me by the throat, pulling my back fully against his chest. He spoke into my ear, his whispered words pushing me over the edge into an orgasm so powerful, I felt a piece of my soul leave me for a moment.
