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

board—a perfect, arching back dive into the deep end of her Venetian pool.  Leo watched as her mocha body shimmered beneath the water.  When Vanessa crested for air, her hair slid upon the surface like oil, and her feline eyes glanced back at Leo.  He was staring at her like a puppy dog, searching for the confidence to jump in after his master.  
    “The springboard is perfect,” she called out, treading water.  “And it’s only four-thirty.  If you stay past five, I’m sure they’ll pay you over time.”
    Leo gazed at Vanessa as if he could barely comprehend her words.  Then, without warning, he hollered out—a reckless cowboy catapulting himself off the springboard and into the depths of a wild frontier.  His bare chest and blue jeans jetted straight for Vanessa like a torpedo.  When he surfaced, he gasped and flicked his hair, then cornered Vanessa as she cried out with amusement.  He scooped her up, and tossed her naked body over his shoulder.  Vanessa splashed and writhed against his embrace.  But Leo was taller, stronger, and more determined to have his way with her.  Pinning her against the top rung of the pool ladder, he smothered her with the full force of his chest, feeling up her breasts and exhaling his youthful passion into her mouth.  He forced Vanessa’s arms behind her back, and ran his hands down her backside and between her legs.  The water lapped up against her nipples, and she shivered with delight as he fingered her.
    Leo had never been seduced by an older woman.  He had never had sex in a pool.  And although he dominated her with his sheer strength, she was ultimately in-charge.
    “I want to feel your cock.”
    It was a command, not a request.
    Leo suddenly paused and peered down into the water as Vanessa’s hands worked to loosen the studs of his button-fly jeans.  Leo wore no briefs.  Vanessa immediately felt the warmth of his smooth foreskin against her fingers.  Then, with one final tug, she peeled back the folds of his zipper and cupped his exposed erection in her palms.  This time, it was Leo who shivered.  Vanessa tugged down his jeans, exposing his groin to the cool rush of chlorine water, and disapeared underneath the pool’s surface, accepting his erect cock into her mouth.  She felt Leo’s body relax—the ladder bearing his weight—as his hands barely touched the top of her head, encouraging her to suck him deeper and deeper.  
    Aquatic fellatio.  It was a first for Leo, the second for Vanessa.  In college, Vanessa had trained to be a life guard, and during the final test, she held her breath longer than anyone else trying out for the team, which caught the attention of the instructor—in more ways than one.
    It took less than a minute to bring Leo to climax.  He was only twenty years-old, after all.  Vanessa held her breath and remained submerged as Leo swelled with every suck.  He tried to grab her hair to keep her there for the final surge, but she released him first, and suddenly somersaulted underwater.  Pushing off the wall, she escaped like a naked mermaid shimmering to the opposite end—away from Leo and away from her need to control him. 
    The desire to dominate was over now, but it would return.  Over the course of the coming months, Vanessa would continue to seduce her unsuspecting pool boys, each one providing Vanessa with a new thrill, a new challenge, a new way to explore the merits of sex with blue-collar men until she succeed in overtaking them.  She was a siren, bewitching sailors to abandon their ship and luring them into the sensual pleasures of the deep blue sea.  She had grown addicted to the adrenaline rush of drawing these young men away from the safety of their charted routes in favor of the unknown and unpredictable adventures that she could offer them.  She loved drawing these sailors far away from the shores, then crashing their ships against the dangerous reefs of her sexual advances.  Vanessa dominated these