Page 42 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)

LUCY

W aking up, stiff and sore but thoroughly satisfied, I reach for my glasses on the nightstand. It’s early morning according to the clock, the sun barely rising. Thirsty, I climb carefully over Jason, but I wake him up anyway, and he grasps my wrist lightly.

“Fucking and running?” he asks with a smile.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Water.”

“I’ll get it.” He sits up immediately.

“No, it’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

“I’m up now.” He rises and with both of us naked, we make our way to the kitchen for water. “Want to go for a swim?”

Nodding at the thoughts of skinny dipping with him in their magnificent pool overlooking the bay, I smile as he hands me a bottle of water.

As we step out into the early morning sun, I feel a cool breeze brush against my skin.

The sky is painted in shades of orange and pink, and the reflection of the sun on the surface of the pool is mesmerizing.

The grass is prickly under my bare feet, but it feels wonderful, like a massage almost. Leaving our drinks and my glasses near the edge of the pool, we sink slowly into the water, feeling the coolness envelope us.

We swim lazily toward the middle of the pool, our bodies intertwining with each other, unable to keep our distance for very long.

I’m drawn to him in inextricable ways, that set my soul on fire.

Swimming around, we reach the ledge and Jason pulls me close to him, his eyes locked with mine.

I feel his hand slide down my back and rest on my behind.

He leans in and whispers seductively in my ear, “I can’t get enough of you.”

My heart races as I feel his lips press against my neck. I lean into him, feeling his body respond to mine.

We move slowly towards the shallow end of the pool, still immersed in our passion for each other. As we reach the edge of the pool, Jason guides his cock into me with a soft grunt.

He is huge and ready, pressing deep inside me. Wrapping my legs around his back, I pull him closer, and we both suck in a deep breath as he thrusts carefully, the water rippling frantically around us.

It’s sexy as fuck, and definitely not something I’ve ever done before. All these firsts feel amazing and liberating.

As his cock slides in and out of my tight pussy, I moan loudly. It feels perfect as we continue to rock back and forth in the early morning sun, my body burning from the heat of his skin, his thrusts slow and deep.

He shifts his weight, increasing to a furious pace. We lock into a rhythm as he slides in and out of me, panting loudly.

We both move in perfect synchronicity, each of us aware of each other’s bodies as we thrust together. One of his arms wraps around my waist while the other hand presses against my clit, sending torrents of pleasure through my body as the waves slosh around us from the pool.

As my orgasm begins to build, it overtakes every sense in my body. My heart races wildly, and goose bumps cover my skin.

Moaning loudly as the pleasure finally consumes me, I collapse against Jason’s chest, his cock still hard inside me, stroking hard and fast through my orgasm. He spills into me moments later with a soft, satisfied grunt and lets out a little laugh.

“I’ve never had pool sex before.”

“What?” I look up at him in surprise. “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Well, me either, but it was fucking fantastic.”

“Mmm.”

He withdraws from me, and I feel the loss as he leads me to the pool steps. We climb out and he drags a sun lounger closer, flopping down on it and bringing me with him.

“Too narrow.”

Giggling as he gets up and drags another lounger close, I lie back, comfortable with my nudity around him.

Turning on my side to face him, I regard him seriously. “Will you tell me now? About your childhood?”

He chews his bottom lip as he thinks it over.

“No pressure. Whenever you’re ready, but I want to know everything about you.”

“I trust you,” he says steadily, avoiding my gaze, which confuses me.

“Do you?”

His bold blue gaze flicks to mine, holding my stare.

“Yes,” he says firmly. “I do. My mom left when I was little, and my dad was a drunk who didn’t care.

I was taken into the foster system early on.

Bounced around a lot. I had no stability in those years.

I lived with so many different families.

I was a troublemaker,” he adds with a smirk.

“You? No!”

He snickers. “I know, right? Hard to believe.”

The sadness radiating from him is heartbreaking. Leaning over, pulling him closer to me, he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.

“Thanks for telling me,” I say finally. “It must’ve been so difficult for you.”

“At the time. Now I wonder if I hadn’t had that life, would I be here, right now?” He gestures to the lavish surroundings. “I can’t complain, you know?”

“You can complain a lot. You deserve to, but I hope you’re happy now and settled.”

He takes my hand and kisses it. “I am. And with you, I feel like I might finally start to get over it.”

“I hope so. I want to be your rock.” Stroking his face as he closes his eyes, I lean forward and kiss him briefly.

“How do you do that?” he asks in amazement, opening his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Make me feel like I can do or be anything.”

“I read your heart,” I whisper into his chest before pulling myself up and kissing him deeply.

“I feel safe with you,” he says as we tangle up in an embrace over the two loungers pushed together. “Really, really safe.”

“You are.” I kiss his jawline tenderly.

“And I like that.”

We don’t break apart as we lie back on the loungers.

Lifting up my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist, he thrusts into me again, our bodies moving together easily in the morning sun.

We take our time, enjoying our surroundings, and taking pleasure in each other’s bodies as we make love in the early morning hours of the day.