Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 12 (Patreon)

In Devlin’s white-tiled shower stall she aimed the spray under her chin, washing his semen off her neck and chest. She’d got on her knees on the pebbly balcony floor and asked him to come on her face. It was a shocking and fitting end to such a powerful session. Devlin made her come four times. Even now in the shower when it was all over her heart still raced from the effort, and her hamstrings and glutes quivered. There was something she liked about submitting to Devlin. Maybe it was because she knew it was an act. She wouldn’t submit to the man for any other reason than what it earned her from him. Devlin got off on her submission. Devlin probably got off on anyone’s submission or subservience. But to be that woman for him, the one that would get on her knees and encourage him to ejaculate his load onto her upturned face, was exciting. Exciting through the act of submission—and it was an act, or at least a temporary abandonment—but also exciting to see the power she lent to her cicisbeo; simply on loan, just as Devlin loaned power to Josh when he deferred punishment or rebuke, letting Josh sass him out front of the Dragon. Devlin was so riled in the moment, knowing she wanted his semen on her skin, and she enjoyed the act about as much as he did, though it was him making the most noise. The fucking image of him would be burned forever: Devlin in glowing fiery orange; the muscles of his shoulders flexing, the flat of his stomach sucked in concave, the deep inset of his stomach muscles shaded by the range-hood of his ribcage; the way his forearms, biceps and chest raced with thick veins coursing blood from his pounding heart; the sweat-shine, the matted hair; the large masculine hand that stroked and choked his huge cock, the twisting flourish his grip curved as the hold slid forward over the bulging cock head; and that cock head: flared and full, its coronal ridge swollen like a cobra’s neck; the urgent sway of his big hanging balls as his jerking brought his imminent release closer and closer . . .

“So fucking hot,” she whisper-laughed to herself in the glass-walled confine, the hot water splashing around her neck. Her nipples were still hard and achy. And she still wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck bad. But she wouldn’t stay now with Devlin; she would go home fully primed and ready, and almost anything Josh would do to her tonight would set her sprinklers off.

She squeaked off the tap and stepped out onto the bath mat, the mirror fogged up from the shower’s intense heat.

Was there any greater act of submission than getting on her knees and requesting that?

The hot wet tapping of his semen on her skin had been so arousing. She’d been sweaty and warm, and yet Devlin’s semen still felt warmer and wetter. It had splashed on her chin, mouth, cheeks, down her neck, and then he’d wagged it closer, making sure he’d squirted some of his mess onto her nipples. No wonder her nipples were so hard. She plucked them now, wondering what Josh would think if they hadn’t gone down by the time she rolled back to the villa. Fuck, it would drive him wild, wouldn’t it? She flicked them again and then winced and chuckled at how sensitive they were. Now she cupped and squeezed her breasts, wandered to the mirror and wiped it clean. her breasts ached how they did when she was pregnant. That got her eyebrows raising as she watched her reflection.

“Not possible,” she said to herself.

What would Josh make of that? Imagine the depths his mind would take his kink wondering if the baby growing in her belly was Devlin’s. That would be cruel.

But, one: the baby could be Josh’s, and two: she wasn’t pregnant, she was on the pill. The chances she got pregnant in a one-day window were about five-million to one.

She wasn’t pregnant, only super-horny.

And she couldn’t wait to get home to Josh.

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Devlin lay naked on the bed as she came out of the bathroom wearing his robe.

Out the windows the color had leeched from the sunset, the sun gone for the night, and Josh at home waiting for her with the hot tub running, wondering where the hell she was. His tortured mind playing with the possibilities of where she could be and what she could be doing.

But the time for stalling had passed and she’d already been too long in Devlin’s room. What if Josh took a cab to come look for her here?

She said, “Where are my things?”

Devlin had his phone held at his stomach, thumbing through. He set it down now and regarded her. “What’s your rush?”

“I’ve got to get home to Josh.”

“He’s going crazy right now.”

“I know, I have to get going.”

Devlin lay out his hands to either side, calm and inviting. “You’ve got some time. Come lay with me.”

“I don’t have any time.”

“Tell me where you want to go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Where am I going to take Kimmy?”

Right. A trip away. “Surprise me. . . . My things?”

He patted the spot next to him in the center of his king-size bed, looking tanned and masculine on his coffee-cream bedding, and so fucking delicious she couldn’t look away. “Lay with me, Kimmy.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” she said. A natural unprovoked statement. The guy lay on his bed on top of the covers, pillows piled up against the headboard. It showed off his best attributes: the body, the chest, the stomach; his sleepy cock lay across one thigh like a deflated kielbassa. He was gorgeous.

He patted the mattress again, devilish gaze aimed at her, tempting her.

She stayed standing, saying, “How long did it take you to figure that pose for when I came out?”

“About as long as it took you deciding to come out here with that robe wide open.”

The robe was open, and, yes, she’d liked the way it looked, hurrying out knowing his eyes would be drawn to what she revealed. She took the open halves and flashed him a whole look, then closed it up, wrapping it tightly and crossing her arms. “Are my clothes out in the front room?”

“I threw them off the balcony. Now you have to stay all night.”

“Nice try,” she said, hiked around and strode out to the main room. Her clothes had been tossed over the arm of the couch.

But Devlin was right behind her, putting his arms around her, his mouth close to her ear, saying, “Stay longer with me.”

“I can’t, Devlin. I want to, but you know Josh is waiting.”

“Why did you do this to him?”

“Come up here with you? You’re so hot I couldn’t help myself.” She smiled to herself.

“What’s going on between you two?”

She turned to him, still in his arms, looking up to his scruffy face. She loved the way the beard looked on his cheeks and rugged jaw. “What do you mean?”

His hands came to her neck, then into her robe, and he pushed the collar back to expose her shoulders. “You have the most beautiful neck,” he said, thumbing up and down the sides in soft strokes.

She said again, “What do you mean?”

“You looked beautiful wearing my pearls.”

Now she chuckled and groaned, rocking her head back. He kissed her and she kissed him back.

“You’re terrible,” she said, resting her hands on his chest.

“You did.”

“I liked wearing them,” she said.

He swept the robe off her shoulders and she let it fell to the floor, the two of them naked and embracing now. “Stay longer. I know you’re messing with Josh.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You know he likes it.”

Devlin Stone was no partner, he was an adversary. Not to be trusted. The only thing that held him in check was that he wouldn’t hold her affair over her head because he would lose her as a lawyer and possibly face a human resources complaint. No, not possibly. She would run at him with full legal force.

So she wouldn’t engage him in the torment of her husband.

“I really need to go,” she said, resisting his clutch, pulling back. He released her.

While she slipped the skirt on and pulled the top over her head, Devlin stood admiring. His cock had lengthened and it bobbed with his heartbeat. Devlin was turned on by her infidelity.

She faced him, meeting his gaze smiling while she undid her hair that she’d tied up to keep dry while in the shower.

Devlin said, “Imagine if you wore my necklace home.”

She cocked her head. “My pretty pearls?”

Devlin smiled, came closer and held her neck. “We should have taken a picture for him.”

“Maybe next time I’ll wear them home and see if he notices.”

Devlin’s jaw muscles flexed and his eyes narrowed. A small grumble in his throat told her she was pressing all his buttons.

“That turn you on?” As proof—in case he tried to deny it—she looked in his eyes, getting closer, and grabbed his cock. “Don’t lie to me.”

“You turn me on, Kimmy. Like no one ever has. I mean ever.”

She caressed his growing member, stroking it downward, feeling it swell.

“One more time, Kimmy,” he said, smiling and doing this thing with his eyes and deep voice that had her considering it for a moment.

“I’d love to,” she said, “but I have a husband waiting for me.”

Devlin looked at her admiringly. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I have some idea,” she said, switching her grip to underhanded, his cock long and floppy and stiffening even further.

“Come to bed. You think one hour late is any different than two?”

She nodded. “One hour is the right amount.”

Devlin creased his lower lip with his teeth and smiled wide, stepping back, his cock falling from her grip and dropping heavily between his thighs like a horse’s. Fuck, she did want to stay.

Her head lolled on her neck, showing him how she struggled to leave.

“You want to drive Josh crazy, you know how to do it.”

Her eyes traveled his body, from face down to his beautiful reproductive equipment. It would be so much fun to go back to bed with him, to toss around in the comfy king-size and really surrender without having to worry about getting back to Josh, knowing how he worried. She said, “That right there drives him crazy,” nodding between his legs.

Devlin said, “He tell you that?”

“I know he knows.”

Devlin took hold of it, brought it up to cradle it sideways across his hip, squeezing. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you? You’re cruel to me, if I had the slightest amount of respect for your husband I’d feel sorry for him.”

“Stay on my good side,” she said, closing the distance and putting her arms around him. She went to her toes to kiss him, then said, “I swear, make it happen: take me away on a business trip. I want to spend the night with you. I want us to take our time without worrying about Josh.”

“You’re not worried about Josh, Kimmy, not even right now. Come on, come to bed with me.” His hands went around to coddle and grip her bottom, pulling her up to him. The urge to stay was getting stronger, and that surprised her because she was so determined to get the hell out of here.

She pushed away, laughing, groaning at how much she did want to stay, and Devlin grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her back.

“Kimmy, if Josh is such a big deal, call him, tell him to come by. I’ll show him how you like it.”

“And how do I like it?”

He tugged her close, embraced her. “Deep.”

“You’d show him?”

“I’d live for him to see you go wild when you get it how you need it.”

“What if he liked it?”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You want me to call him?”

Devlin was taken aback. “Really?”

She took the opportunity to escape his clutch again, laughing. “No way, I have to go.” She walked to the foyer of his suite.

Devlin followed her, and she turned at the front door, Devlin closing the distance with his cock at full-hard, sweeping from side-to-side ahead of him like a metal detector. He pinned her to the door, his hands flat on its surface on either side of her. In the process, his cock wagged up underneath her skirt and they both laughed. Devlin locked his eyes with her and without wagging his hips or bouncing on his knees, he flexed his cock. It tapped up and down under her skirt, sometimes even touching her pussy, sticky skin to sticky skin. It got her knees weakening. And so was her resolve.

She said, “Monday, I’ll see you Monday.”

“I’ve got a meeting at lunch.”

“Oh.”

“With you. In my apartment.”

“Okay,” she whispered and touched her hands on either side of his neck. She kissed him. “Monday,” she said.

She scooted out sideways, backhanding his turgid weapon to clear it from under the skirt fabric, turned and opened the door.

“Monday,” Devlin said, standing naked in the gap of the open door and watching her as she walked to the elevator.