Blue-Collar Boys (Service Calls - Alpha Male Romance Erotica Stories) by Aria Hawthorne Read Free Book Online

they simultaneously broke through the surface, they gasped with intoxication.  Raul shoved Vanessa’s naked body into the rounded corner of the pool, and rushed to unbuckle his soaked jeans. Within seconds, he was pushing himself deep inside her body, fighting the friction of the water with every thrust.  When he wanted more of her, he lifted them both out of the pool, and smothered Vanessa’s breasts with his wet T-shirt and warm pelvis.  Vanessa savored the feeling of the smooth, enameled tiles beneath her arms and back, and cried out with a laugh every time Raul obeyed her order to grab her ass or suck her nipples—harder, faster, without restraint.  She had regained control, managing Raul’s rhythm and pace, coaxing him to build her up until her body hummed, then back off until she whispered for his cock once more.  She nibbled on his earlobe every time he lost his concentration, and warned him that if he came too fast, she would complain to his supervisor about how unhappy she was with his work. There would be no complaining.  Raul knew how to satisfy his customers.  He heeded Vanessa’s every cue, fulfilling her desires before he fulfilled his own, and in the end, it was Vanessa who came first, her voice crying out with a heaving sigh as her body shuttered to a climax, just before he indulged in his own.
    It was over before dusk consumed them.  Raul dressed himself and ignited the patio torches, which blazed around the circumference of the pool like a tribal celebration as Vanessa stretched her naked body out along its surface, her fingers barely grasping its edge.  It had been a wonderful way to enjoy the first day of her new, luxurious recreation.
     
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    Over the next few weeks, Vanessa indulged in her new lavish Venetian pool.  Crisp and refreshing at dawn.  Silky and soothing in the moonlight.  She swam naked and alone.  She did not host catered pool parties for prospective clients or business colleagues.  The pool was her sanctuary.  Hers and hers alone.  And the only men she shared it with were her pool boys.  They were the ones who took care of her sanctuary—and of Vanessa.
    Raul was her first conquest, but not her last.  Raul was a fun, summer fling.  There had been a mutual attraction between them, a sexual connection that was impossible to resist amid the relaxing breeze and golden waters.  But before she knew it, she found herself craving the spontaneous thrills of uninhibited pool sex.  And her pools boys were always willing to accommodate.
    Leo, who arrived with his sun-bleached hair and sandy beach tan, unexpectedly caught Vanessa’s feline eye.  His sculptured arms and tapered waist was one thing.  But his cavalier removal of his blue serviceman shirt was difficult to ignore.  He was a surfer, who preferred to work outside, barefoot and bare-chested, in nothing more than torn jeans.  Leo came to adjust the buoyancy of Vanessa’s springboard, and instead, ended up testing the buoyancy of Vanessa’s body. 
    Like Raul, Leo proved to be an easy target for Vanessa.  She had sized him up the moment he flashed a “hello” with a crack of his gum.  Leo was younger than Vanessa, by at least ten years.  It hardly seemed a challenge.  And yet, Leo’s Hollywood smile and blonde insouciance made him impossible to pass over.  Vanessa’s springboard was too soft.  He came to make the adjustments.  Vanessa had complained to the general contractor that she desired a firmer bounce—less like an absorbing sponge and more like a naughty spank.  The general contractor sent Leo over to investigate, and he proved to be just the man for the job.  After removing his shoes and socks, Leo circled Vanessa’s pool and mounted her springboard, testing the elasticity of the fiberglass platform.  Then, he proceeded to unbutton his service man shirt, revealing his tight white undershirt.  He peeled both off his body and rolled them over his blonde hair with a shake of his