7

Lily sighed and sank lower until the water touched her chin. She closed her eyes and let the thoughts of Damien give her some comfort.

She thought about the way he looked at her like she was something good to eat, and he a starved man. She thought about his thick, veiny cock and how it had stretched her so much she felt full. Then after filling her, how he had still looked at her like he wanted more.

Her free hand drifted under the water, fingers sliding between her thighs. She was already slick. Just from thinking about him. She rubbed slow circles over her clit and let a soft sound slip out.

A voice cut through the steam.

“Lily.”

Her eyes snapped open.

Damien stood at the edge of the deck in full business attire. His eyes were locked on her, dark and hungry, roaming over every inch of skin visible above the water. The front of his trousers was already tented hard, the thick outline of his cock unmistakable.

Lily’s heart slammed. Her fingers froze.

“I thought you weren’t back for another three days,” she whispered.

“Meetings ended early.” His voice was rough.

They stared at each other. The air between them felt charged. Electric. Lily could feel her pussy throbbing, aching, already wetter than before.

Damien’s gaze dropped to where her hand still rested under the water. “Dax texted me. Said the three of you were heading to some party.”

“I didn’t go.” Her voice came out thinner than she wanted. “Wasn’t in the mood.”

He nodded once. Something unreadable flickered across his face. Then he turned abruptly and walked back into the house without another word.

Lily sat frozen, pulse hammering in her throat. The house was empty except for the two of them. Just her and the man she so badly wanted between her legs.

A few minutes later she felt movement in the water.

Damien stepped into the hot tub behind her, completely naked. She didn’t have to look to know. The heat of his bare skin brushed her back as he settled.

“Scoot forward.”

She did.

He slid in fully, his thighs bracketing hers, and pulled her back against his chest. His thick, hard and already leaking cock pressed against the soft curve of her ass. One arm wrapped around her middle. The other came up so he could nuzzle the side of her face, nose dragging along her cheek, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you for fucking days,” he murmured, voice low. Teeth caught her earlobe, gentle then sharper. “About the way you tasted. About how tight you were the first time I pushed inside you.”

Lily’s breath stuttered. She could feel every hard inch of him against her.

“The boys won’t be back till the morning.”

He had so many things he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to call off the engagement. Wanted to punish her for making him feel alive and then ripping it away by accepting his son’s ring. Wanted to fuck her so hard and so deep that the only name left in her head was his. But the words stayed locked behind his teeth.

Instead he turned her face toward him with two fingers under her chin and kissed her.

It was not gentle.

It was wet and deep and claiming. His tongue pushed into her mouth like he was starving for her. Lily moaned into it, twisting further so she could kiss him back harder. One of his hands slid up and cupped her breast, thumb dragging over her tight nipple, then squeezing it. The other hand dipped between her legs, two thick fingers sliding through her folds and finding her soaked.

“Fuck,” he growled against her mouth. “Already this wet for me?”

“Yes.”

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them and stroking that spot that made her thighs jump. Lily whimpered into the kiss, hips rocking against his hand. He kept fingering her slow and filthy while his tongue fucked her mouth, the sounds of her cunt wet and shameless under the water.

She broke the kiss only long enough to suck in air, then slid down his body.

Water closed over her head. She found his cock with both hands, thick and throbbing, and took him into her mouth in one long, greedy slide. The angle was awkward, the water making everything slicker, but she didn’t care. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, tongue working the underside, taking him as deep as she could while her ass stayed above the surface, cheeks parted by the water.

Damien’s head dropped back against the rim with a guttural sound. One hand tangled in her wet hair. “That’s it. Suck it. Take every inch like the greedy little slut you are for me.”

She moaned around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. She worked him harder, faster, saliva and water mixing as she bobbed. When he started throbbing against her tongue she didn’t pull off. She stayed right there and let him flood her throat, swallowing every thick pulse while her own cunt clenched around nothing.

She came up gasping, water streaming down her face. Damien’s eyes were almost black.