He sucked in air through his teeth, his fingers sliding into my hair and holding my head as he moaned.

I held him there, relaxing my throat and trying to take him all in, but I was hungry and I wanted to suck. Moving up and down, I drew him out slow and then glided my mouth back down his cock, taking him again.

His fingers fisted my hair, the hard muscle in my mouth getting stiffer. I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft, licking the veins under his skin and sucking the sweet drip off his tip.

He growled, glaring down at me. “Taking advantage of a man who’s been in prison is low. Really low.”

“You’re not at Blackchurch,” I whispered, kissing the length of his cock. “We’re at the lock-in, and we snuck off, so I could kiss you. Down here.”

He groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes close, the fantasy hopefully taking over. Taking him back before I hurt him. Before he hurt me. Before all the shit and all the years…

I moved faster, sucking him harder and tighter, whimpering at his size trying to push down my throat as his hips started thrusting up to meet me.

“Will,” I begged, the slickness between my legs growing.

Slipping a hand between my legs, I swirled the wetness around my clit, throbbing and aching for him as I brought my fingers back out.

I swirled my wet fingers around his tip, watching him watch me and holding his eyes as I sucked him back into my mouth and licked myself off of him. His piercing eyes caught fire as I licked off the water and covered him in warmth.

But suddenly, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up.

What?

He glared into my eyes for a moment before he spun me around and planted me in his lap.

He wrapped an arm around me, breathing into my neck and holding me close. “What else we gonna do?” he panted. “Before a teacher comes.”

His dick pressed into my ass, and he grabbed my pussy, sticking a finger deep inside, and then two.

I gasped as he cupped my breast, sliding my nipple in and out between his fingers.

“Huh, little Emmy?” he taunted.

I closed my eyes, the water raining down on us in the hothouse as I pictured all the fun we could’ve had if I’d just dived in all those years ago.

God, I wanted him. Fuck.

Pulling away, I stood up and faced him, watching him stroke his cock, and look at me.

I didn’t wait another second. I climbed on top of him, crashing my mouth to his and straddling him as I ate up his lips and clutched his throat.

Mine.

He jerked his mouth away, smirking like the cat that ate the canary, but I didn’t care, because I wanted to give him this.

He positioned himself under me, crowning my entrance, and I whimpered already at the anticipation as I nibbled his jaw.

I slid down, burying him inside me.

I stretched and gasped, and he hit deep before I raised back up, coating him in my wetness before sliding back down on him and sheathing him to the hilt.

“Ah,” he groaned, squeezing my ass in both hands.

I stilled, staying there and feeling the stretch and fullness.

I kissed his cheek, watching his face and his closed eyes as he let me trail my mouth over his temple and his forehead and to the corner of his lips, leaving little kisses. Sliding my hand through his hair, I dipped down to his neck, tasting the water on his hot skin as tingles spread everywhere at the memory of his smell.

Sitting back, I stared at him as I started to move slowly, arching my back and rolling my hips. I slid him out and thrust back onto him, fucking him slowly at first. He opened his eyes and gripped my hips, his eyes trailing all over as he watched my body move on top of him.

Diving forward, he sucked my breast into his mouth, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, letting my head fall back as the wave of euphoria coursed over me.

“You fucked me up,” he growled, pulling my nipple through his teeth.

“And you fucked up,” I argued, tipping my head back up, the water running down my face as he nibbled one breast and moved on to the other.

Part of all this shit was my fault, but not all of it.

I rolled my hips again and again, my breathing getting shallower as the pleasure built.

“I want to kiss you,” I whispered. “On the lips.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” he teased.

I panted, leaning back up and bouncing up and down on him as I held him close. “Because,” I whispered over his mouth. “Because I want to be your girl.”

He circled my waist with both arms like a steel band, stopping me. “And you remember what that means?”

I gazed down at him, trying to hide my smile as I remembered everything he wanted.

Me, coming home to him every night.

Me, at his table and warming his bed.

Me, making him a daddy.

I nodded.

“Say it,” he ordered.

I swallowed, the excitement coursing through my veins as I whispered, “It means you come inside me.”

We didn’t have condoms here.

He grinned and stood up, taking me with him as he walked to the tree bed behind us, dropped down, and pushed me onto the soil. Rising back up, he flipped me over, and I gasped, whimpering as realization dawned.

I moaned, my clit pulsing like a jackhammer as he came down on my ass, forced my knee out, and thrust back inside my pussy, going at me hard and fast.

“Will…” I cried.

He wrapped a hand around my neck and whispered against my cheek, “Say it again.”

He hit me deep, in and out, in and out, again and again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, taking it. “It means you come inside me.”

“You want that?”

“Yeah.”

The soil ground into my body, and finally, he twisted my head toward him, sinking his mouth into mine and kissing me deep, stealing my breath away.

His tongue dipped in and made my heart sink down to my toes. I whimpered.

“My little Em,” he breathed out, slipping a hand underneath me and palming my tit. “My little Em likes her little secrets. Little nerd by day who likes it a little hard at night.”

“Yeah,” I chanted. “Yes.”

My pussy tightened and constricted, and I pressed my hands into the soil, backing up into him, craving it.

My hair stuck to my back as I arched it, and all I could think about was all the time we’d lost in high school. Of how this was it, and I should’ve known it. I should’ve snuck out with him and done this with him every single chance we got, because there was nothing that I was protecting myself from that wasn’t already happening at home. I shouldn’t have let the fear stop me.

The orgasm started to build, and I cried out as he thrust his cock inside me again and again, fucking me on the dirt and every inch of my skin feeling all of this.

He grunted, and I could tell he was getting close. “Say it again,” he said.

“Come inside me,” I whimpered, feeling it coming. “Oh, God.”

“Again.”

“Come inside me, Will,” I begged. “Please.”

He bottomed out, and I exploded, the orgasm shaking my entire body as the world spun under me, and he thrust again and again, harder and harder, finally spilling inside of me as he squeezed my breast and moaned.

I cried out, every muscle burning. The orgasm wracked through me, my pussy squeezing around his cock, and he flipped over, collapsing onto the ground next to me.