Devil In The Waters, Book 6, Chapter 9 (part 1)

With the towel wrapped around his waist, they crossed the public trail, then trotted together, holding hands as they entered the privacy of their villa patio. He was running on the balls of his feet, anxious to get inside before he burst out laughing. Kimmy got to the door first, swiped it open fast and jumped in. When he joined her, she slammed it shut. “Oh, my God, Kimmy, holy shit,” he exclaimed, practically doubling over. “That was so fucking crazy, God, Kimmy . . .”

She said, “I feel electrified,” and he looked to see her eyes widened, her lips parted. There was a sparkling gleam in her black eyes.

The sight of her face gripped him. He grabbed her by the shoulders, laughed, bit her neck. She tilted her chin up, put her arms around him. He hugged her so tight she could barely squirm in his grip. “You are so incredible, Kimmy, you are unbelievable.”

“This is so wild,” she panted near his ear.

He pushed her back so he could look in her eyes. “You’re the most incredible person, Kimmy. We gamed him. You and me. We gamed him.”

She said, “What game?”

“You’re so bad,” he said and laughed—the laughter chuckling from him so easily. His stomach cramped, and he doubled over again. He squeezed his fingers on her slender arms. “You are the best,” he said.

“Josh?”

His eyes darted up to meet hers. “What?”

She beat her body against his, forcing him back on his heels, her elbows against his ribs, her hands grabbing at his neck. Her mouth grabbed his. Her lips were feverish. She sucked his tongue, looked in his eyes saying, “This isn’t about him. I need you . . .”

“I know . . .”

“I need you so bad right now,” she said then chuckled at the desperation in her voice.

He said, “I didn’t forget,” letting his hands drop to feel the narrowness of her waist.

She said, “I need you so fucking bad, Josh,” making him walk backward, both of them headed to the bedroom.

“You really are horny,” he said.

“So fucking horny,” she laughed. “So fucking horny . . .”

“I felt how hot you were. How wet.”

“Stop talking,” she said, and kissed him again. “Come on, the bed . . .”

She took him by the hand and they darted the hall, running into the bedroom. He turned and slammed the door. Locked it. When he turned back, Kimmy was at the beach side window of the bedroom, flipping open the lever, and winding the window open. She said, “Make sure you fuck me so Devlin can hear.”

“Oh God,” he said, pushing a balled fist into his stomach again, walking toward her. She laughed, both of them driven wild by their bad behavior. While he walked, he loosened the towel where it wrapped his hips, let it fall free. Walked with his erection pointed up and stiffly bobbing. Kimmy watched it all the way. He pressed it against her stomach as he kissed her again. “You want Devlin to hear?”

“You think you can fuck me like that?”

He led her by the hand, falling first onto the bed and pulling her with him. His hands roamed her mostly naked body. He said, “You think he got hard looking at you?”

“Do you?” she said, stiffening, holding his gaze.

“I bet he did. I bet that’s why he wasn’t out of the water.”

She eyed him slyly. “You don’t think he’d want me to see that?”

“Would you look?”

“If you let me,” she said, biting his lower lip.

“You’re wild,” he said, “Kimmy, so wild. And I never knew . . .”

“You’re wild, too,” she said, scratching her nails on his neck underneath his ears. They kissed, and he rolled on top of her. She said, “I need it so bad.”

“You made yourself horny, acting like a bad girl.”

Kimmy chuckled. “I was so bad down there.”

“You practically showed him your bare ass, Kimmy.”

“He was looking?”

“I watched him looking. The whole time we were walking down to the beach.” He tugged away one of the bikini bra’s cups and sucked her perfect hard brown nipple. “Watched him on the trail—he couldn’t keep his eyes off your ass when you were walking down that hill.”

“You were looking?”

“I didn’t know where to look. I wanted to see your ass, but I wanted to see Devlin looking too.”

“We’re both so crazy,” she said as she raised her knees, opening herself up to him. He could feel the slick groove of her pussy sliding against his balls then along the underside of his shaft. He groaned, ground the base of his cock to mash against her swollen labia. She said, “Be careful.”

“You’re so wet,” he said.

“And you’re so big.”

“Go on,” he said, “it is not.”

Kimmy whispered, “So much . . .”

“So much what?”

She bit her her lip, flashed him a devilish smile. “So much bigger than my husband,” she whispered right against his ear.

The soughing softness of her breath tickled the fine hairs of his ear, and got him shivering. The craziness of the words she’d whispered to him set off a chain of lightning that zapped through his system and set off sparks behind his eyes. “What?” His voice was a quivering whisper

“So much bigger than Josh,” she whispered—but now she darted her head back, dark eyes uncertain as they darted across his.

“Say it again,” he said. “Fucking say it again.”

“Put it in slow, I’ve never seen such a huge cock.”

“Oh fuck, Kimmy,” he groaned, his trembling hand shoving between their bodies, fingers tugging aside the crotch of her bikini, thumbing the point of his erection into her hot, wet crease. The slick sound of hard tumescent flesh pushing past her overflowing entry made clicking suction sounds. Kimmy let out a soft tremulous exhale.

“Slowly,” she whispered, “slowly . . . You’re so big.”

His hands grabbed fistfuls of bedding on either side of her shoulders. He clenched his eyes shut so they burned phosphorescence. His stomach tightened like a steel drum and his aching fully-hard iron erection slid into her velvet sheath. All the way in. He ground his pubic bone against hers. She moaned feminine sounds.

“It hurts,” she said, “oh God, it’s big . . .”

“Fuck, Kimmy,” he groaned, pushing into her. Pulling back and pushing in again.

“Slower, slower, mm, it’s too big, I can’t take it . . .”

“Oh Kimmy,” he moaned, pushing his fists underneath her narrow back, feeling her shoulder blades rippling against his forearms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck saying, “Go easy on my little pussy.”

“Call me Devlin,” he whispered.

“You’re so big . . . Devlin,” she said, “You feel so good though, it feels so good . . .”

His hips began to moil against hers. Hipbones crashing against hipbones. His meager size fully embedded in his wife. Both of them wriggling, their hips gyrating in circles. Not thrusting, just giving her everything he had as deep as it would go. She began to gasp. Clutched her arms around him tighter. Every full circle his hips rolled against hers, she let out a squeaking cough.

“Louder, Kimmy,” he cried out, “fucking louder—make sure Josh can hear . . .”

“Oh Devlin,” she cried, clamped her teeth on his earlobe.

His cock flexed inside her. She hissed. “God, it’s so big,” she said, tightening her hug around his back.

“Oh God, Kimmy, God, scream it for me.”

Now the circling hips became thrusts. He stabbed himself into her, getting the mattress to squeak. The headboard rattled against the wall. He pounded into her, and soon he was fucking her like a rabbit. His hips slapped into her, and he pushed back on his hands, watching his amazing wife writhe underneath him. Her eyes were closed and her head thrashed on the bed.

“You fucking like that?” he said, growling like Devlin might.

“It hurts so good, oh, it’s so big . . .”

He watched the tendons of her neck work, watched the perfect curled shape of her lips as she gasped and huffed for air.

“So much bigger than Josh,” she said, and folded an arm across her eyes, exposing only her mouth to him. “So much bigger than Josh . . .”

He watched as those familiar saintly lips formed awful words he was desperate to hear.

“I want you to come . . . come inside me . . .”

She hadn’t said Devlin, but he imagined she did. Imagined his sinful wife laying in bed, legs open, arm across her eyes so she couldn’t see the man she hated she wanted to fuck. Imagined her taking that massive cock. Imagined her asking Devlin to come inside her . . .

“You want it? You want my come?”

“Come inside me,” she said.

“Say it, say it . . .”

She moaned in her throat. “Come inside me,” she said again.

He said, “Devlin.”

Kimmy uncovered her face, but wouldn’t open her eyes. Her arms thrust down, her hands grabbing the backs of her legs to hoist open wider. He fucked her faster and watched her face.

“Come inside me, Devlin, come inside me,” she said, and there was no stopping what would happen next.

He growled and roared, watched her as she sensed his orgasm and cried out with him. Her nails dug into the small of his back as she grabbed his ass, pumping her hips against his, wanting him deep inside.

“So deep,” she cried, face twisting toward the open window.

“Tell him, he’s out there . . .”

“Oh God,” she wheezed, raising her voice. Eyes still shut, veins wriggling in that swan like neck. “Oh God,” she cried out. “I’m coming, Josh, oh, I’m coming.” The last word she wailed.

And she wasn’t kidding. She dug her shoulders into the bed and arched her back. He supported her, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh-space below her prominent hipbones. Her butt was up off the bed; he raised up on his knees, pulled her against him so she could feel every inch he had.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her face furrowed in frustration.

She coughed and cried, and spit shone on her lower lip. She clenched her teeth, then jammed her hand down where they were connected. Her two middle fingers pushed into her pubic patch, hard glossy nails rolling in circles against her clitoris.

“Come on it,” Josh growled. “Come on this cock . . .”

“Oh, I’m coming,” she shouted then chomped down on her lower lip. She snorted through her nostrils, and her body stiffened. Her back arched further, her taut belly button yawning into a narrow strip. Her ribs pressed out against her skin as she began to tremble and shake, and her rolling fingers brought slick sounds.

He flexed his ass muscles, hardness dug deep inside her. And Kimmy, with her eyes closed, came on his cock. Thinking it was Devlin’s cock. Imagining. Her eyes were closed off, her mind focused on the bad they’d performed together.

Kimmy was definitely thinking of what Devlin showed her today. Wondering what it would be like.

He bucked against her and she squawked. Hissed. Bared her teeth, then her mouth cranked open in a silent yawn.

“You coming on that cock?”

“Oh shit, ah,” she wailed, “I’m coming, I’m still coming . . .”

Now he was too, completely boiling over like a popped champagne bottle.

He pulled his dick out and it snapped upright, shooting semen across her pubic hair and in fast moving pearly lines that rolled from her navel to her bikini top.

“Oh fuck,” he said, stroking himself as Kimmy still batted at her clitoris. She was unaware he’d ejaculated on her.

He collapsed over top of her, fell against her and tried to kiss her.

“Off,” she gasped, “oh, mm, I’m going to . . .”

He flopped to his side, lay next to her watching as she continued to pleasure herself. Watched her heels dig into the bedding. Watched her toes flex upward. Watched her fast-moving hand jitter between her legs. The sound of her wetness was loud and lubricious. She coughed, trembled, and her stomach bounced. She collapsed on the bed. She’d come again. Her hand didn’t stop moving. She grabbed her own breasts, eyes squinted shut, and tweaked at the nipple he’d sucked. Rolling the pad of her thumb over the saliva-slick bud. Her hips rose up off the bed again.

He pulled back the other bra cup, put his mouth on the other nipple.

“Oh, mm, ah,” she moaned in a cramped voice. Then she began chanting and crying, her breaths coming quicker and quicker.

This time when she came, she cried out loud enough Devlin would’ve heard her. All the way down at the beach, Devlin would’ve heard her. Everyone else staying at the estate would’ve heard her. Yes, they would think, seeing Josh later in the day with his cool Welcome To Hell T-shirt, that guy can fuck. That’s what they would think. Look at that shirt, maybe he’s in a band. He certainly had that hot Asian woman in ecstasy.

He grabbed the inside of her thigh. Grabbed it and growled, “Say my name.”

“Oh fuck, oh shit,” she said, coaxing another orgasm, one hand laying flat on her concave stomach, her right hand still driving two-fingered pleasure between her legs. Her graceful fingers gleamed with her wet. It sparkled in the pelt of her pubic hair that was matted and flattened by her own juices and his come. “Say my name,” he growled again.

“Oh fuck,” she cried. Then: “Oh Devlin . . .”

“My name,” he said, and moved his hand to cup the opposite side of her beautiful face. He pinched the earring in her lobe. “My name, Kimmy.”

For a second she flashed a smile, eyes still closed off, mouth open. She arched her back, cried out his name loud enough to travel out the window. “Josh, I’m going to come again, oh Josh . . .”