“Fuck you, Nick,” I spit. I’m furious with him. “Don’t read it, I don’t care.” I grip the book, which has had me trembling in more ways than one, and we’re quarrelling by the pool. Again. My pulse is rising, and I can feel it flutter in my throat — a sure sign my fury is amped up to the max. He moves towards me, that fucking smirk on his face like he knows I’m not really angry about him teasing me for getting so emotional while reading. But fuck him, I am angry about that. Books get me wound up, angry, passionate… hot.
And fuck, he knows me better than I know myself.
“No, Nick,” I want to slap his smug face. That fiery heat is licking flames of red fury up my décolleté, and I will not let him see that I want him.
But he knows it; of course he does. That fucking smile.
He comes too close, and I snarl as he reaches to grab my wrists, his touch like acid on a litmus paper. A look of shock lights up his face as I step back, and we’re toppling over the edge and into the crystal pool.
I’m flailing under the water, all arms and dress. Fuck, my book will be ruined. I kick frantically towards the lights at the side of the pool. He’s right beside me, the fuck.
As we break the surface, we’re coughing, spluttering, grasping, and racing to the edge. He’s actually trying to race me! Can you imagine? He’s the opposite of a gentleman, and everything my mother warned me about. He’s laughing hard, and I hiccup, trying to suppress a smile that dances at my lips despite my rage. I fail, of course I do, and the tension is broken. But still, fuck him!
The aphrodisia of white-hot fury! Far from being quenched by the dip in the sleek, cool blue, my rage has been thoroughly ignited, and I try to vault up onto his shoulders to push him under, wrapping my legs around his torso to help. He’s so strong he flips me off and wriggles free, swimming deftly to the side in about two strokes and hauling himself out of the water and up onto the tiles. It’s a smooth, elegant move, and I want to roll my eyes at his perfection, but instead, I salivate and bite the inside of my cheek. I tread water, pausing where I am for a second to drink in the sight of him. His white linen shirt drapes translucent over his chest, displaying his powerful shape, taut muscles coiled and ready to capture me.
I’m still spluttering when I make it up in between his thighs, noting his hard-on, which has been brewing from the moment I’d flounced outside to get some air…
The night had been fraught — we were clearly in heightened frustration, and dinner had been one snarky comment after the other. I felt bad for our guests, but he really does wind me up sometimes. He always has to be right. But then, I guess, so do I.
I’d been hoping for a cognac and perhaps a game of cards outside, but Miriam and Tom discreetly made their excuses and left much earlier than we’d planned. Our fault: our fiery natures can be a lot for some to handle. Miriam had spied the paperback I was reading splayed open, face down on the coffee table to mark my place. She’d been horrified by my lack of respect for the book, and I’d laughed as she’d tenderly picked it up and found a theatre stub as a marker, smoothing the spine and pressing it fondly.
“Oh don’t worry about that one,” Nick had called over, spoiling for a fight, “It’s pure trash, I keep telling her to read something more highbrow.”
“What, like a fucking footballer autobiography?” I’d crossed my arms, tilting my weight onto one hip and cocked my head. The atmosphere between the four of us turned thick and static, and Miriam, bless her, tried to break the tension.
“I’ve read it actually Nick, it’s very good.”
“See?” I grinned sarcastically at Nick, as Tom shuffled up behind Miriam, whispering something about the last train home, even though they’d booked a taxi for midnight.
I glared at Nick, trying to tell him with my eyes to fix this, to soothe the situation, pour a drink, and apologise… but we were both as stubborn as each other. We’d rather ruin an evening with friends than back down. Poor Miriam and Tom. I’m surprised they even bother coming over, though Miriam once told me that she loves watching the sparks ignite and fly between us. It thrills her to see the passion we share — she knows full well that our make-up sex is beyond anything she’s experienced. I know this because she’s told me. She and Tom agree on everything… or, at least, they are both passive, so neither voice is ever louder than the other. They live in a beautiful harmony. But I also know something about this impasse will have enflamed Miriam. She might not have the guts to start a fight of her own, but I know she’ll be wet from witnessing this one, and she’ll go home and fuck good old Tom’s brains out. He won’t know what’s hit him. I’m happy to provide this service for them, but I’m fucked if Nick the prick is getting any tonight. I’m quite mortified, too, by our behaviour.
Yet here I am, wet in the pool.
My fury is turning to lust as it always does, and I’m grabbing at his flies, hauling my fingers through the heavily soaked fabric to get to him. His big cock springs free as we both grapple to drag off his shorts to reveal his naked lower half. I’m half woman, half wolf, as I grip his thighs and sink my mouth over the head of his straining dick. He is rock hard and rams to the back of my throat, clawing his fingers into my hair and grabbing my scalp. I can’t tell if he’s forcing me on or pulling me off. It’s just so frantic and carnal. I’m ravenous for him. I want to devour his essence, gobble him up and consume him whole. Guttural noises vibrate from my throat as I suck harder, deeper. I love his thick, strong fingers tugging and fisting into my tangled, messy mane, pinning me onto his dick.
He goes quiet, and I pause. He is staring at me with that look. That look cuts through everything, and I lift myself up just as he dips his head down to meet my lips with the kiss of a hungry, hungry man. I rise from the water, and he catches me, lifting me up into his arms. We both smile, intoxicated by our combined passionate souls. He frees me from my wet sundress, and we can’t get into the apartment quick enough.
Now, the one thing bigger than both our stubborn fiery egos is Nick’s incredible dick. Once inside, I sink to my knees before him and take it into two hands, milking him to his full hardness while staring up at his pleasure-pained expression. He’s told me before how much he loves to see me gazing up, cock in hand, just as I’m about to open wide and take him deep. I look up, then instead of sliding my mouth over that enticing thick head, I grab it and smack it onto my tits, whipping at my nipples with his bellend. He’s grinning at me and I grin back. Fuck, he is hot.
I sink my head onto his length again, but he can’t take too much and pulls me up. He wants me. I rip open the condom with my teeth, and it’s a sound that has my pussy watering and juicing. I squeeze my thighs together as tight as I can and roll the latex sheath over his thick shaft, wriggling my hips to try and get some relief.
He sees it — of course he does — flips me to face the wall, and falls to his knees behind me to worship my ass. Parting my cheeks, I try not to flinch at the invasion as his face dives between them, opening up my most taboo space, feasting on my crack, getting my asshole good and slippery as his tongue swirls around the tight ring. It feels sublime, dirty, and filthy rude, and I fucking love it. I arch my back, using his face like a sex seat, and he is more than willing to take my weight. I leave my leg up high so he can crouch directly underneath my wide-open wet pussy, and he tips his face to lick me from asshole to clit. Oh fuck I am spinning now — and he knows it.
I need to be captured like a kite threatening to split free from its cord. I’m flitting and spiralling off into oblivion, my pussy clenching and clit jumping. Just as I’m about to dart away into the wind of orgasmic oblivion, he stops licking me and rises, ramming his sweet, sheathed dick right into my greedy hole. And fuck, it is greedy tonight. He fucks me hard up against the partition wall, right to the hilt of his iron tool. My nipples are tight beads of rock, and my pert tits slap as he ravishes my mind, body, and soul. It’s intense, it’s strenuous, and we are holding each other up with the power of this fuck.
It’s suddenly too much, and he lifts me off my feet, throwing me onto the bed. I land back laughing with my legs splayed open, pussy wide and inviting his face to fall into. Oh and he does. He knows exactly how to pleasure my clit and dives onto it, licking, suckling, eating me up as I tremble and shake, mouth wide, eyes screwed shut. My orgasm grows from the tips of my clit and swarms through my pussy, abdomen, then radiates out through my limbs. I can barely control them as I flail in the physical and spiritual worlds. My soul is coming undone, and it’s all I can do not to clamp my thighs around his head and snap his pretty little neck with the almighty power of this climax. Oh, he is so fucking good at this.
He has given me a stunning release, but we both know there’s more. We kiss, sharing and tasting our love, and I scramble over his torso into reverse cowgirl, still gathering the fragments of myself back together. Holding his cock still, I slide my twitching pussy down the full length. He’s holding onto my hips, controlling the rhythm as I fuck him with everything I’ve got, his dick slamming my G-spot again and again, and I collapse back onto his chest, sensation rendering me into pure light and orgasms. My shuddering, writhing hips take on a life of their own, slamming and clenching around him, and I lick three of my fingers and stroke my clit as he meets me, thrust for thrust.
This is no gentle lovemaking session — this is ferocious, fiery make-up sex. Or is this the fight itself, and we’re still waiting to declare a winner?
I’m going to deliver the knockout blow. I feel it. I turn to face him and ripple and undulate my pelvis into his. Again, he holds my hips, trying to control the pace, but I don’t let him — this is my round, and I’m coming again, his dick hitting my cervix, ploughing me, teaching me about myself over and over. I just need a little more to take me over the edge and I stare into his eyes as I lick my fingers and dive them to my clit, rubbing myself hard as his cock plunders my insatiable snatch.
I don’t think he knows what’s hit him tonight. I ride him like a crazed rodeo prize winner and don’t let up until I feel the unmistakable surge and twitch of his dick as his climax begins to surge. It’s the most incredible sensation to feel hot cum rise and spurt deep inside me, oozing around the condom that unites and separates us. I feel full and heated from the inside, and the warmth and glow spread through us both.
At last, I allow all tension to release, and his sated dick slips free. I fall to the side and stare at his cock as it begins to go limp, the condom full of his delicious creamy spunk. I can’t help feeling very satisfied at my haul. I pull at the condom tip, feeling the thick, silky liquid slide between my fingertips, and it gives me a thrill. I tug gently and wonder at the suction holding it fast to his softening cock. I find it endlessly fascinating to witness this process, from start to finish, the circle of arousal. Gorgeous.
We finish our fuck far from where we began —with a contended, loving smile and kiss. I stroke up his flanks, taking in his absolute beauty. Sometimes I feel like we are two clashing elements on a collision course for aeons. Other times, I feel we are new souls — part of a whole that needs to come together to complete its journey. Whatever it is, Nick and I have the kind of chemistry that rocks the foundations of what it means to be in love.
The next morning I call Miriam. Her voice is full of sleep and satisfaction. “Mmmm,” I quiz her. “Sounds like someone got some last night?” I hear her shifting out of her sheets and covers, and she has clearly put me on mute as she pads to somewhere out of earshot of Tom.
The self-conscious click of a door trying to be closed as gently as possible is the signifier for me to squeal as she unmutes me. “I knew it!” I say, beaming from ear to ear as I imagine exactly what happened in the taxi on the way home for those two. “You are fury-lust stealers!”
She giggles, and her voice is still gravelly. “Oh fuck, Julia,” she hisses down the line, “it was so fucking hot, I can barely walk this morning. I’ve been shagged senseless.”
“You need to start initiating your own arguments,” I say while picking up my still-wet panties from the floor. The faint waft of chlorine still clinging to them has me salivating and desperate to hear more of Miriam’s torrid fuck. “I was worried you’d had a terrible evening witnessing Nick and I’s nonsense.”
“We had.” Miriam was never one to sugarcoat anything with me; it was just her boyfriend who seemed to get the serene treatment. “I’m not gonna lie, it was really uncomfortable.”
Oh lord. I throw the sodden knickers into the washing machine and pad out to the poolside, taking a seat on one of the loungers. It’s a beautiful morning. “Sorry about that,” I say, biting my lip and picking at a bit of fluff on my sarong. “I wish we could reign it in sometimes.”
“No, no, that’s the thing,” she pauses as if checking she was still in a safe zone to talk. “I thought Tom was feeling awkward, so I was feeling awkward. Well… he wasn’t.” My ears pricked.
“No?”
“No! He was hard as fuck, Julia.” I can hear the smile. “He finger-fucked me in the Uber until I came, then he told me I was a bad bitch for taking him to yours.”
“What?!”
“It really turned him on to see you guys fighting. So when we got home, I slapped him.”
I nearly dropped the phone. “You did?”
“Yes! Then I made him lick me out on the kitchen floor.”
“Miriam!” I say, honestly flabbergasted.
“I told him I’d seen him leaving his books splayed open like you do and that I was seething. He fucking loved it.”
I have to admit, this is turning me on. I squirm in the lounger, taking a quick look around the yard to check no one’s watching. Like, who would be here? Force of habit when you’re about to do something naughty, I guess. I slip my fingers between my thighs and begin to rock my pussy onto them, pressing the pads to my already wet entrance.
“He even spanked me.”
Oh, now she’s talking.
“You’re welcome, I guess,” I say as I edge forward, pushing my fingers in deeper, finding a very easy entry. “Tell me more.”
Miriam’s breath hitches, and I get the impression she’s doing exactly the same thing that I am — the minx.
“Well…” but before she can continue, I hang up and lean forward, spreading my thighs to get a better purchase on my clutching pussy. To think Nick and I’s fiery lust ignited something in another has me pulsating with a greedy desire to come. I shuffle my ass to the very edge of the lounger and fuck myself with three fingers hooking into my G-spot, with the heel of my palm pressing onto my clit.
When it comes, my climax starts at my nape, hairs raising and electricity crackling up over my shoulders, down through my tits and to my core, blasting my hot juices onto my hands. Fast, hard and very satisfying.
My temper flares as I catch the sun glinting off the cover of my book, sodden yet still floating at the far edge of the pool, bobbing at the lapping edge.
Fuck sake. It’s absolutely ruined, I think, and I’m instantly furious.
And then I smile and pick up the phone, opening my texts to Miriam.
“We need to start a book group,” I type and hit send.
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