“I’m going to push you toward the jet. Tell me when you feel it against your lower belly.”
A moment later, I feel the muscles of her stomach tense. “I feel it.”
“Good. Now, hold on to the ledge and let your knees drift up and part.”
A tremble shakes her body just as she whispers, “Okay.”
“I’m going to bring you up a bit, and you’re going to feel the water pressure making a line straight down—”
Her gasp tells me when I’ve hit exactly the right spot. “Lance,” she squeals.
“Shh.” I drop a light kiss on her shoulder. “Just relax, give yourself over to it.”
She makes a raspy sound low in her throat. Wanton and needy, it’s somewhere between a moan and a groan.
I regret taking off my boxer briefs now. Because my dick is a steel fucking rod, throbbing feverishly every time it brushes up against Vivienne’s wet, satiny skin. Torture. Sweet, sweet torture.
“Lance, Lance, Lance,” she chants my name, her body going rigid just before she jerks in my grasp, her entire body trembling from the force of her orgasm. I gradually pull her away from the jets so that the water pressure lessens, bit by bit.
After a moment, I whisper, “Ready for round two yet?”
She groans, shaking her head. Floating on the surface of the water, her hair sways against my collarbone like strands of silk. “No way. I can’t. It’s too strong, too much.”
It’s fucking killing me not to slide a hand between her thighs and touch her myself. Feel the slick slide of her pussy, her puffy, swollen folds welcoming me. “You can, and you will,” I grit out. I need to hear her chant my name again. Need to hear those mindless moans and gasps and groans.
I swirl her boneless body around in the water, making a figure eight in the shallow end before walking back toward the water jet I chose earlier. “This time, you’re going to roll from two into three.”
“Three? Are you trying to kill me?”
“I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
She doesn’t say anything, but her thighs part, knees edging upward. “Good girl,” I say soothingly, positioning her pussy just a few inches in front of the jet. Her response is immediate. She goes stiff, letting out a sharp cry as the water pressure pummels her clit. This time, it’s barely a minute before she shrieks my name and jerks within my hold.
Instead of moving her, I throw one arm around her waist and cover the water jet with my free hand. She immediately goes limp in my hold. “Catch your breath, you’re almost there.”
“No, no. I can’t. Really, I can’t.” Her words are practically a sob, and I almost relent. Almost.
“Will you try, Vivienne? For me?”
She doesn’t say anything, and I think she’s going to refuse me. But finally, she jerks her head in a nod and whispers, “For you.”
Pride slams into me like a mallet hitting bone, the force of it vibrating through my entire body.
I drop a kiss on the top of her head. By now, her clit must be so swollen and sensitive, even a strong gust of air would make her tremble. I take my hand off the jet and grab one of her knees, pulling it toward her chest so that the water hits at a slightly different angle.
Her response is immediate; a sharp, piercing scream as her body writhes in my arms. I only hold her there for a few seconds. That’s all she needs.
The second I relax my grip, Vivienne surprises me by twisting herself around and wrapping her arms and legs around me, clinging to me like a sexually-sated monkey. She tucks her face between my shoulder and chin, her fast breaths little puffs of humid air against my collarbone, her eyelashes fluttering against the skin of my neck.
I groan out a curse, my heart pounding unsteadily inside my chest. I want this girl so damn bad. But I can’t have her. Not yet.
I meander around the pool, locking my arms around Vivienne’s waist and counting backward from one thousand in an effort to distract myself from the fact that my cock is only a few inches from the place it so desperately wants to be. Vivienne’s pussy.
I’m in the hundreds when she whispers, “You were right. That was amazing.”
A jolt of pleasure washes through me at her comment, though I would have preferred if she’d said You were amazing instead. “Well, now, you have something to do when you’re here alone.”
“It wouldn’t be the same without you holding me.” She grows silent for a moment. “Can you . . . is it possible . . .”
She’s still breathless, and I can’t help but wonder if the same dirty thoughts spinning inside my brain are lodged inside hers. I decide to throw caution to the wind. “Fuck you from behind while the jet hits you from the front?”
Vivienne’s small hands bunch into fists at my shoulders. “Yes.”
Christ. My cock can’t catch a break.
“Yeah. It’s entirely possible,” I manage to grit out through clenched teeth.
“I think I’d like that,” she says, her soft laugh cut off by a yawn.
“Tired?” I ask.
“Exhausted.”
I’m about to carry her out of the pool when I stop at the bottom of the stairs.
Vivienne pulls her head off my shoulders and blinks up at me. “What’s wrong?”
“Towels. We didn’t bring any outside.”
She points at a weatherproof trunk set against the house, near the sliding glass doors. “I just restocked it with clean ones yesterday.”
I grin and climb up the stairs, not setting her down until I reach the trunk. Lifting the lid, I pull out a thick towel and wrap it around Vivienne, then take one for myself.
We’ve barely set foot inside the door when we realize it’s still uninhabitable. Not only are the paint fumes undiminished, but there isn’t a single mattress or piece of furniture in the entire house.
We step back outside. I would have been perfectly content to spend the night on a deck chair, but those were returned to the rental company, too. “We’ll go to a hotel.”
“Now?”
“I didn’t bring a tent and sleeping bags with me.”
She nudges me in the ribs with her elbow, then points toward two trees in a corner of the property. “We don’t need them, we can sleep in the hammock.”
I follow the trajectory of her finger, noticing the dark smudge between the trees before looking back at her dubiously. “A hammock big enough for me?”
She digs inside the trunk, throwing a few more towels at me before pulling out two tiki torches and a lighter. “It’s perfect. We’ll set these up on either side to keep away the mosquitoes, not that there are many this close to the water, and we can use our towels as blankets.”
Vivienne closes the trunk, grinning. “And yes, the hammock is definitely big enough for a Viking and his conquest.”
I lift a brow. “Conquest?”
She flashes an impish smile. “Okay, maybe that’s a bit of wishful thinking on my part.”
Chapter 15
Vivienne
I don’t even know how I’m standing right now. My muscles are quivering, my legs are about as steady as half-set gelatin.
I’ve never had three orgasms in a row. Heck, I’ve never had three orgasms in three days.