Page 55 of His Trick

“Dammit!”

He managed to get out of my grip and took off fucking running. Actually ran from me.

“Oh, this should be fucking fun, Sunshine,” I called out into the rain, getting to my feet and trying to see where he went.

My body was like a heat-seeking missile for his. It didn’t take me long to catch the disturbance in the gravel, and even less for the broken twigs leading toward the back of the house by the pool. My family was stupid with money, but the one thing I loved about this place was the red marbled pool. It looked like a huge bath of blood.

“Oh, Shhhilllohhhh,” I sang, reaching the open door to the indoor pool. “This is going to happen, Baby. Can’t you just take it like a good boy?”

A bitter laugh rang out, and I smiled, walking toward the sound.

“Would you prefer I fuck you instead?” I offered with another chuckle.

He was hiding somewhere near the pool noodles and personal floatation devices. He wouldn’t be able to leave. We were screened in, with only one door. And that door was behind me.

I pulled off my sopping-wet clothes, item by item, feeling his burning gaze with each article discarded. When I got to my boxers, I turned toward him and peeled them off, too. My cock was as hard as the stone he cracked my damn head on.

“Come now, Sunshine. I know your dick is ready to explode. Why prolong the inevitable?”

I stepped into the pool, standing in the shallow end, calculating my position and recalling all the times I had done this same trick with my sister.

Sure enough, Shiloh felt safe and tore off out of his hiding spot, making a run for the door, but I was faster. I jumped out of the pool, my chest smashing onto the cool tile, and grabbed his legs right out from underneath him.

Smack.

Letting gravity do the work, I pulled Shiloh down into the pool with me as my body fell back into the water.

With my prey in hand, I smiled at him, locking his back against the edge of the pool.

“Now, where were we, Baby?”

He looked like a drowned cat, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his facial expression.

“That fucking hurt, asshole.”

I rustled his hair, tucking the loose blond strands behind his ear. “Next time, don’t try to hide like a bitch, if you don’t want me to punish you like one.”

He growled and continued his incessant wiggling. It did nothing except create friction on my bare cock that made my eyes roll back. His cock was already straining against my palm, his hips betraying him too with a tiny arch I didn’t miss. I smirked against his neck, grinding down against him until he gasped.

“You sure you don’t want this, Baby Boy?” I taunted, dragging my hand to the button of his PJs and ripping them open as he shook his head. “Then explain to me why you’re so hard that you are practically breaking these.”

His eyes squeezed shut, shame painting his beautiful, flushed face. Good, I wanted him wrecked.

“I don’t—know,” he gasped in a strangled groan as I forced the other buttons open, shoving my hand into the wet fabric. I let him moan as I gripped the throbbing heat of him. He hissed when I squeezed tighter, jerking against my palm without even realizing he was. “Fuck…Carrington…”

“Mmm,” I growled. “Say it again.”

My teeth scraped his throat, biting hard enough to leave marks.

“Say my fucking name while I feel your pulse in my hand.”

I pumped him once, twice…again. I was deliberate and slow, dragging him to the edge of his own lie over and over.

“Stop it. Stop fucking touching me, you fucking prick. Mmm…stop,” he whimpered, his body grinding against my hand, his mouth a perfect ‘O,’ those sweet little pants making me throb against him.

I waited for him to get to the point of coming, watched the pleasure contort his face, and then I pulled my hand away.

“Wh—” he choked on the absence, eyes flying open. “What the fuck? You are so fucking cruel, Care Bear.”