I brushed my lips across the side of his neck and traced the vein that was throbbing there with the tip of my tongue. I felt his breathing hitch and the hardness underneath my ass pressed insistently into me, letting me know this moment was far from over.

“Promises, promises.” I breathed the words into his ear and used the tip of my tongue to trace the shell. He tasted like mountains and man. The way his entire body shuddered at the light touch was almost enough to make me forget about my banged-up wrist.

Considering I knew what kind of exciting equipment he was working with, I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my hips against the delicious length that was solid as steel and velvety soft against my opening. I rolled my hips, unknowingly searching for some kind of fulfillment. The seductive rocking motion had the abs I was pressed against pulling tight and shoulders I was held against locked hard and straight. I rubbed the end of my nose along the bristly edge of his jaw and touched my lips to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m safe, if you’re safe, just in case you were wondering.” The tip of his cock was teasing my entrance, giving me just enough of a taste that I was dying for more. At my words, he shifted his weight just enough that the swollen head tapped against my equally eager clit. Declaring to him that I was ready and willing to see where this thing between us was going without anything between us was without a doubt the most daring and risky thing I had ever done.

His rough fingers tightened again around my neck and I had to concentrate really hard on keeping my breathing slow and steady as his cock jerked excitedly against my ass. I was so irritated I couldn’t move my other arm the way I wanted to. I really wanted to get my hands on that throbbing, thick flesh. It was even warmer than the water swirling around us.

“I’m definitely not safe when I’m with you, Leo, but I’m safe when it comes to sex and I would never put you at any undue risk. You know that, right?” His hold on my neck loosened and his hand skimmed back down over my chest and disappeared under the water. I sucked in my stomach as his fingers played over the soft skin, then dipped lower as he shifted behind me. His stiff cock behind me moved until it pressed and rubbed between the valley back there. Then it was lower, sliding between my legs that I willingly spread open to give him access. His tip pressed in far enough that my body had to yield to his invasion. We both made a noise, mine strangled, his hungry.

“I wouldn’t be here if I thought you had any intention of hurting me, Cy. I’m here because you promised to make everything feel better.” That was a tall order but so far he seemed up to the task.

He grunted and then he was easing his cock inside my eager folds, while his fingers dipped into my warmth from the front so that they could torment my already sensitive and responsive clit.

His breath rasped in and out against my ear and the tip of his nose brushed against my cheek as he spread me wide open and took up all the space inside of me. My body welcomed him with grasping inner walls and a rush of liquid pleasure. I throbbed around him and moved on him with every drag and pull of hard flesh across tender nerves and slick surfaces. The further Cy pressed into my welcoming body, the more he wound me up with dirty words in my ear and clever fingers between my legs, the more he redefined what sex should be. This was better. He was better and I was better because I didn’t have any choice in the matter. He made me feel everything. He forced me to tell him how good it felt and demanded that I take what I wanted from him while he took what he needed from me.

It started out slow and steady. He moved in and out of my soaked center with a rhythm that barely stirred the water around us. It sent desire threading along each limb, twined it up my spine, and looped it around every sense that he was flooding. Lazy pleasure filled my blood as he rode me gently and with restraint, careful of my injured arm and still throbbing head. It was good, really good, and I told him so, but it wasn’t enough, and if I was going to be brave enough to let him in, then I wanted all of him.

“Cy.” His name wrenched out of me, desperate and frantic.

“Leo.” Mine left his lips sounding like a prayer and a plea.

I got my good arm up around his neck and let my fingers drag across the sensitive skin there. It made his big body bow into mine and his sure rhythm falter as he stroked in and out of me.

“I need you to fuck me.”

I felt his exhale against the side of my cheek. “That’s what I’m doing.” The words bit out between clenched teeth.

I shook my head and tossed my head back so that it rested on his shoulder. “No, Cy, I want you to fuck me and I want us both to finish.” We had made it this far, it was time to go all in and to leave each other with sweaty, sexy, sinful memories that would be impossible to forget.

“Mouthy.” His fingers trapped my clit and gave the riotous bundle of nerves a fierce tug. His teeth sank sharply into my earlobe and then he moved me slightly away from him with his heavy arm holding me under my breasts as he bent me over just a little bit. His taunting fingers left the place where we were joined and ended up tunneled in the thick mass of my hair as he listened to what I was asking him for and delivered . . . and then some.

His hips picked up speed and smacked into the water and the swell of my backside. The sound was carnal and raw, so was the way he made me whimper as he pounded into me while I floated, weightless and untethered to anything other than his driving cock. Nothing was holding me to earth or reality other than his fierce erection. His cock was the center of my universe and the way it powered into my body, claiming, marking, and owning every single cell that it touched was the only thing that mattered. I had never felt so wanted, so desired, as important to another person’s completion as I did in this moment. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. There was so much power in being the one in charge of a man like Cy’s satisfaction.