Page 39 of Trailer Trash

She stops me fast, latching onto my wrists and scanning the crowd. “We can’t!”

“Nobody cares. People fuck in the pool sometimes.”

“No, I can’t have sex with you,” she says. “I’ve only been with one guy.”

I squint at her, unsure I heard right.

“Just one?”

“I’ve only kissed one guy, too.” Her palm slams over her mouth, and she mumbles, “Oh my gosh. I kissed you. Now it’s two.”

Oh, fuck yes.

But the way she was teasing those guys makes me doubt it. My eyes dart to the loser across the pool. She follows my gaze and shrugs.

“I was just having fun. I wouldn’t date him.”

All that teasing, all that mouth, and she’s only kissed one man. No wonder she pushes me away every chance she gets. She’s probably scared of me.

I tip my head back, tense and dying to take her. To show her what I can do to her soft body.

“Come on, baby,” I say low and starving. “I’ll make you feel so good. All I want you to do is moan pretty.”

By now, I’ve opened my trunks and freed my cock beneath the water.

She notices. Her mouth falls open. Then she points, her wide, unfocused eyes filled with drunken curiosity.

I take her moment of wonder and make it mine.

I catch her wrist and close her palm around my shaft. Covering her hand with mine, I make her stroke me, slowly dragging her fist from base to tip.

She smiles, bashful and sweet, and curls her fingers tighter.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Just like that.”

My free hand slips between her thighs. I caress her through the bikini bottoms first, rubbing slowly over her pussy while I watch her face. I wait for that last flicker of uncertainty to disappear.

There it is.

I pull the fabric aside and slide my fingers down her slit.

Fuck.

I tease her entrance with one fingertip, but she rolls her hips before I can push it inside, taking me on her own.

Mmm. She’s tight. Maybe she hasn’t fucked for a while.

My breathing grows rough as she rides my finger. Each clumsy roll of her hips pushes her hand down my shaft. I press my thumb against her clit and circle it, firm and slow.

She shudders. Her grip tightens.

Perfect.

I release her hand and reach for her hip, ready to lift her onto my cock, but then, both of her hands suddenly clamp around my shaft.

I flinch.

She doesn’t notice. She’s too busy grinding against the finger still buried inside her, gripping me with both hands as her body writhes against my hand.