I can't believe that I did that while I was sitting next to him at the dining room table. Just let my hand wander and slide into his lap. He jumped just a little bit in surprise and I hid my smile as Gloria talked about her latest meeting for the Fourth of July celebration.
He was already hard but I started rubbing him, sliding my fingers up along the shaft outlined by his pants. He fidgeted a bit.
"Devlin…are you feeling okay," Gloria said, "Did you listen to anything I said?"
"Yes…yes you were talking about the fireworks display."
Gloria looked at him a bit strangely but kept talking.
"Yes of course," she said, "The guy that we usually hire wants more money this year but he said he'd make it worth it."
"Then you might just need to use more of your budget towards that and less towards streamers."
I squeezed his bulge gently and he tried not to moan.
"If you're sure you're okay…," Gloria said, "I just want everything to be perfect for the celebration of our nation's founding."
Back to sliding my fingers all across, I itched to get through the fabric but that wouldn't happen here. Then Tiffany started up.
"I saw a great dress on sale…"
"Sure honey…," she said, getting up to take some plates into the kitchen. Tiffany watched her go.
"I think she's too much into all this," Tiffany said, "She should relax more. It's summer time."
Devlin reached for his beer.
"It's good for her," he said, "Otherwise she'd be sitting around the house all day."
He leaned back in his chair and I knew I had to stop…I had him close enough to the edge of the abyss…close enough so that he'd come in his shorts. But I was going to be away this weekend and I wanted to give him something to remember me by.
Later Tiffany and I sat by the pool, dropping our feet into the cool water. The air still felt warm, a bit muggy.
"Chad's going to take me hiking this weekend…when he's off."
"Then you're going to get him off."
"So you're really going to go off with Brock," she said, "You don't really know him that well."
I glanced over at her.
"I thought you'd be happy for me."
"Oh I am…but what if he's some serial killer," Tiffany said, "He's mysterious at what he does like my dad."
"Lots of people have mystery around them," I said, "but he's a hot guy and I like being with him. He's fun."
"His girlfriend's coming back in a couple of months."
"I'll be gone then," she said, "We'll be back to school."
"Yeah and then I'll be million miles away from Chad or I might as well be."
"Plenty of guys back at school or so you tell me."
Tiffany moved her feet in the water.
"I'll miss him though…"
"You still got a couple of months," I said, "Plenty of time for fun."
I planned to make the most of it with the two men who'd both thought they'd seduced me. This sweet innocent young thing but I'd wanted it. I wanted both of them and if that made me a slut, I didn't know how to answer that.
Tiffany got up.
"I've got to go call Chad…make sure he's behaving himself."
I watched her go and then I slipped my shirt off and undid my shorts and slid into the warmth of the pool's water, treading water. It felt so good after the heat of the day.
"You little fucking tease….I thought I'd find you here."
I turned around and saw Devlin staring at me. I heard the splash as he dove in and waited until he swam close to me. We stared at each other inches apart in the water, lit up by the moonlight. Then he grabbed me and we moved more into the shadows near a wall in the shallow end. His lips decent on mine as if he were some hungry animal…hard and ravenous….leaving me to moan against them.
"She'll be back…"
"Not for a while," he said, "She'll be on the phone to that loser."
Meaning Chad…meaning that Devlin still hadn't warmed to the man fucking his daughter. His lips consumed mine again, his tongue separating my lips before slipping inside my mouth. I sucked onto it frantically as his hands reached to pull down my bikini bottoms. I worked on his shorts until I felt his cock push against me. I moved my hips forward to meet him and he thrust inside of me in one smooth stroke.
Then he raised me up with his hands allowing the buoyancy to do the rest and I bit his shoulder as he took me hard, almost punishing me as he pushed inside of me while my pussy wrapped around his cock so snugly.
"Oh god Devlin…"
"Ruby…don't you ever fucking tease me like that again."
I moaned as he drove that point home even deeper. My back pushing against the edge of the pool…and I wrapped my legs tightly around him.
"I…oh my god…"
"In front of my family…."
I reveled in the fact that the friction between us was nearly too much….I was so close to screaming but I knew I had to keep my mouth shut. He thrust against me a couple more times, as I kissed him and then I felt him twitch inside me and knew he'd soon come. And I felt myself burst apart, so that all I could do was bite hard on my lip until I tasted blood.
He released me and then we both stood there breathing hard. My legs wobbling and he brushed my hair back with a hand.
I nodded, oh I did. I had been a very bad girl and he had acted accordingly. I reached to pull up my bottoms and he fixed his shorts. He was getting out of the pool when Tiffany returned and looked at both of us.
"Dad…you taking a swim…?"
Devlin looked at his daughter and smiled.
"Yes of course…it's a hot night."
He left without looking back and she sat on the edge of the pool again while I lifted my soaked body out of it, reached for a towel to wrap around myself.
"He likes you…"
I looked up at her.
"You mean your dad?"
"Yeah…he doesn't like most of my friends much."
The skin on the nape of my neck prickled…did Tiffany suspect anything? Devlin and I had been so careful but fucking in the pool…hadn't been as discreet as the rest of it. After all, we could have been caught. But it was like he didn't care…and while he was giving it to me, neither did I.
"Your dad's cool."
"I suppose but he and my mom…they seemed on different wavelengths tonight…she's so into her social stuff and he acts like it bores him."
"Well men aren't into galas and all that," I said, "but I'm sure he's cool with all of it."
Tiffany looked at me and I was amazed at my ability to have just done what I did and then slip back into talking like my world hadn't just been rocked. I didn't know how to feel about that myself.
I sat in the car next to Brock as we drove up the winding road that would take us through the foot hills to reach the coastline. We were traveling to his beach house that he had bought from a friend years ago. One bungalow in a row of them on a strip of beach, not too far away from where Tiffany's family owned theirs.
We hit the drive-thru for breakfast burritos and coffee before heading on out. He'd been dressed in faded jeans and a black shirt, his hair rumpled from getting out of bed. He'd gotten back to town the previous night and crashed a bit. I'd worn a summer dress and a hat, which came in handy given that he had taken the roof down on his car. It felt liberating to watch the scenery blow on by and the wind rush to meet your face. He liked to rev up the engine on the empty stretches of highway ahead of us. We'd missed a lot of the traffic that covered the road the previous day.
"You'll like this place," he said, as we slowed down to take an exit, "I picked it up from a guy who willed it to me."
"What happened to him?"
"He died in Afghanistan," he said, "he worked security for a contractor and his convoy drove over a bomb."
"That's too bad…I mean about your friend."
"He was my cousin…grew up with him. We went into the same line of work."
I sat there never thinking about how dangerous going to work was for Brock. Any time he left town to go on some assignment, he might never return alive. I didn't know much about him at all, about his family or where he grew up.
"You must miss him."
"Yeah I do…but it happens a lot in his line of work."
We turned off the road into a gravel drive which led to a bungalow at the end of it. It wasn't big but it looked impressive anyway. He stopped the car and I went to get my bag. We got them out of the trunk and headed to the walkway to his house. There were flowery bushes almost growing wild on each side but they looked like someone tended them. He unlocked the door and we walked inside the living room. A nice sofa, some chairs and a fireplace with wood next to it. Paintings hung on the wall, by different artists.
"There's a kitchen that's stocked up," he said, "I loaned the place to a friend during the week…and the bedroom's first on the left. It's got a nice view of the ocean and there's a deck with a spa out back.
I smiled at him.
"You want some lunch?"
I licked my lips.
"I'm hungry but not for food…"
I slid my arms around him and we kissed, brushing our mouths together almost in passing and then zeroing in…I tasted his mouth and his hands kneaded my back. I then used my hands to slide down his hard body and reached for the snap on his jeans, to tug them down.
No, I wasn't hungry for food right now at all.