Free Wildcard by Cheyenne McCray

orgasm.
    Trace audibly caught her breath. “I don’t know if I can.”
    “Sure you can, sugar. I’ve got to see that beautiful ass of yours.” He could barely keep his hands off her as she turned and stood on the underwater bench, facing away from him, her ass well out of the water. “That’s real nice,” he murmured as he cupped her smooth cheeks with his palms. “Brace your hands on the decking.”
    His hands spread her ass cheeks apart so that he could see her puckered anus, and he could just imagine sliding into that tight rear hole. He slipped his fingers through her slick pussy juices and smoothed them back.
    “Oh…my…” Trace’s voice wavered as he circled her anus, and then she gasped as he slid the tip of his middle finger inside.
    Tight, but not too tight. She’d be a nice fit. “How does that feel?” he said as he slowly pushed his finger all the way to his knuckle.
    “Good.” She let out a soft moan as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her anus. “Really, really good.”
    “You’ve been fucked in the ass before?” he asked, then gritted his teeth at the thought of any other man sharing this with her.
    “Never.” Trace shook her head, her hair sliding over her back with the movement. “But I—I have fantasized about it.”
    Jess relaxed. He’d damn sure be the only man who’d do it, too. He increased the motion of his finger, and she rocked her hips back and forth and rode his hand. “You’ve played with toys…stuck a dildo or two up your ass, haven’t you?” he asked, and stopped the motion of his finger but kept it lodged inside her.
    “Yes.” A whimper escaped Trace’s throat. “Don’t stop, Jess.”
    “I’m not through with you yet.” Jess slipped his finger out and then in the next instant, he scooped Trace up.
    She gasped as she found herself suddenly on her back in his embrace, and she threw her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
    Instead of answering her question, he eased onto the underwater bench in the hot tub and cradled her in his lap. He fondled one of her nipples with his thumb, and she squirmed on his lap. “Why’d you run out on me last night?”
    Trace moaned, so incredibly aroused from what he’d been doing to her just seconds ago. “I—dang. I can’t even think when you do that.”
    Jess gave a soft chuckle. “Try.”
    “Fear.” She swallowed, her eyes heavy-lidded as her arousal grew. “I was afraid if I stayed around you, something would happen. Something like this.”
    “What’s wrong with what we’re doing?” he asked softly.
    “You know.” She could feel heat rise in her cheeks. “This is cheating. That kiss last night was cheating.”
    “It’s not cheating when you’re movin’ on.” He held her tighter with one arm and continued his exploration of her body with his other hand. “He’s not right for you.”
    Her gaze met his as she tried to straighten in his arms. “You’ve never even met Harold.”
    Jess grinned. “Harold?”
    Trace tilted her head up and glared at him. “He’s a great guy. Kind, gentle, thoughtful.”
    “You’re too passionate a woman for kind and gentle.” Jess slid his palm down her flat belly toward her mound and felt her tremble beneath his touch. “After awhile you’d feel bored and trapped. Wouldn’t be fair to either one of you.”
    Frowning, she placed her palm on his bare chest, like she was bracing herself. “You don’t even know me.”
    “Better than you think.” One hand rested on her belly as he slipped the other into her hair and rubbed the base of her scalp in a slow, sensuous movement. “You’re confident in your work, but insecure in yourself. You’re sexy and gorgeous, but you don’t even realize how beautiful you are.” When she dropped her jaw in surprise, he gave her a smile. “The time I first saw your eyes, it was plain as day.”
    Trace stared at Jess, amazed and unable to speak for a moment. The churning waters of the hot tub filled her ears