Just My Type(61)

I have to jerk my mouth away from his just so I can drag in air and remember how to breathe with his expert fingers thrusting, and swirling, and rubbing so perfectly between my thighs. His arm around me bands tightly right under my breasts, securing me against his chest as my hips churn under the water to meet each and every deep plunge of his fingers.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” Baker mutters against the side of my neck, his teeth grazing that same sensitive spot as before when he pulls his fingers out of me.

He slowly drags those fingers up to circle my clit, over and over and over, stopping every few seconds to dip those beautiful fingers right back into me. Back and forth he goes, circling and circling then pushing back inside me, circling, circling, and then thrusting them deep, a perfect rhythm that has me panting, and moaning, and muttering curses, my hips jerking against his hand so fast that the water is splashing around us.

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” I whimper, one of my hands flying off the edge of the pool to wrap up around the back of Baker’s head, while I turn my head around and pull his mouth back down to mine.

As soon as our tongues touch again, my orgasm explodes out of me. The pads of Baker’s two fingers keep moving in fast, tight circles, and my other hand jerks away from the edge of the pool to splash down under the water and wrap around his wrist as I come. He kisses me deep and swallows my cries of pleasure, my hand around his wrist moving up and down out of the water as I hold onto him, and feel his hand continue to work between my legs, his swirling fingertips pulling each and every glorious drop of the best release I’ve ever had out of me.

He continues kissing me, soft and gentle, the movement of his fingers slowing as the last of my release trickles away. My hand lets go of the back of Baker’s head, and it drops down to splash into the water next to me as he gives me one last brush of his lips before pulling his head away. I let out a small whimper when he removes his hand from my bikini bottoms, unwinding his tight hold on me with his other arm to place both his hands on my hips under the water and turn me around to face him.

He presses both of his wet hands to either side of my face, tilting my head up to look at him. Leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose before pulling back to look at me again.

“You okay?” he asks softly, looking back and forth between my eyes like he’s worried I’m going to freak out.

I was too gooey and melty after mainlining a Baker orgasm to worry about much of anything until he says that, all soft and sweet and worried about me.

He just finger fucked me into oblivion in a training pool in the public aquarium.

I dig deep, trying to find something to freak out about, or something to be nervous about, but all that’s down there is a happily sated vagina, smoking a cigarette and giving me a lazy, glassy-eyed thumbs-up.

“I mean, I guess I’m all right.” I shrug, resting my hands on his chest as I look up at him with a bored expression on my face, refusing to look at the water dripping off my hand and down his washboard abs. “It’s a good thing I was looking away from your hideous face though, or that would have just been embarrassing for you.”

Baker narrows his eyes at me while I try really hard not to laugh. All of a sudden, he drops his hands from my face, squats down, and bends forward, pressing his shoulder into my stomach and lifting me up and out of the pool over his shoulder.

One of his arms is wrapped around my legs, holding me secure as he walks us over to the ladder, and I can’t stop laughing as I hang down over his back, and he stomps up the steps, water splashing all over the place.

“I’m doing the Lord’s work, Baker!” I shout through my upside down laughs, which earns me a solid smack on my ass that’s sticking up over the top of his shoulder.

By the time Baker has walked us over to the bathrooms so we can change back into our clothes, we’re both laughing so hard we can’t breathe, since I decided to grab onto the back of his swim trunks and yank them up as high as I could while I was hanging there.

I haven’t just turned the page; I’ve already gotten to the part at the end where they live happily ever after.

It can’t be this easy.





CHAPTER 22





Tiny Dick Nubbin


Baker: I have plans for you tonight. Those plans include food, and dessert, and games, alone in my loft, where there will definitely be funny business. All of your fantasies are finally coming true.

Ember: Maybe I already have plans for tonight.

Baker: That’s cute. I’m your boyfriend. Your plans ARE my plans. Did you miss the part above where I said funny business? In case you didn’t notice, I’m kind of a sure thing.

Ember: No, seriously. I already have plans. My ex is being extra douchey, and he had to cancel his weekend with Lincoln. I forgot to tell you. I’m on mom duty.

Baker: Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I get finished with work.

Ember: Baker, it’s fine, really. Lincoln’s a little disappointed he’s not going away with his dad, so he’s being extra stubborn. We’re just going to chill here at home.

Baker: Like I said, I’ll be there as soon as I get finished with work.

Ember: It’s Friday night, Baker. You shouldn’t be sitting around here with us.

Baker: Where else would I be?

Baker: Listen, if you don’t want me encroaching on your time with your son, I completely understand. I’ll give you two your space. But if you don’t want me to come over and hang out with you guys because you think I’d be bored, or that there’s anywhere else in the entire fucking world I’d rather be than in the same room as you, especially when I haven’t seen you in a week, get that shit out of your head. Don’t get shy on me now, Tink.