“Watch your eyes,” Oliver warned right before the lights flicked on.
It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust and then I looked around. It looked more like a small home than a pool house with the kitchenette, plush furniture, and large bathroom off to the side. All that was missing was a bedroom, I thought before I could stop myself. I glanced over at Oliver and saw him staring at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his perfect mouth.
“What were you thinking just now?” he asked. His voice was smooth as honey and it sent a ripple down my spine.
“Nothing,” I lied. He tilted his head to the side.
“If you say so,” he said with a wink, not sounding at all convinced.
I watched him as he walked around the room, looking at the framed photos hanging on the wall. His movements were graceful, almost fluid, despite the heels he was wearing. I liked his heels though, and I particularly liked what they did to his ass. That pert little ass that looked like it would fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.
My cock jerked in my pants with that thought and I quickly moved across the room and settled onto one of the oversized chairs before he could see the evidence of my desire. The tight clothes he was wearing had been wreaking havoc on my mind since I first spotted him standing up on the deck. Especially since I knew exactly what lay underneath those clothes. Now, locked away in a space, just the two of us, I worried that I was going to lose my mind.
I sipped my drink as he came over and sank down in the chair directly across from me. Oliver smiled at me as he kicked off his boots and curled his legs up under him, making himself at home.
“So, did you enjoy your first swap party?” he asked. I nearly choked on my drink as it went down the wrong way. I glared up at him through watery eyes, but he just looked at me, an innocent smile on his face.
“Just decided to go right there, did you?” I sputtered.
“Well, thatisthe thing we have in common, so far anyway. I figured it was as good a place to start as any.” Oliver may have had the face of an angel, but there was nothing but pure devilishness shining in those big doe eyes.
I pursed my lips. Two could play at that game. “It was quite good actually. I saw some very interesting things.”
His eyes lit up and he leaned forward in his seat. “Really? What kind of things?”
“Oh, you know, lots of kissing and touching,” I told him.
“What else did you see?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
Feeling bold, I answered. “People laughing and talking. All around me on the grass, near the pool…”
“And did you see anything else interesting? Perhaps inside the house?”
I shook my head. “No, my eyesight’s not that good. I couldn’t see that far away.” His mouth dropped open and he looked confused, but then his eyes narrowed as he saw my shoulders starting to shake. I broke out in a laugh, unable to hold it in.
“Asshole,” he muttered, but soon he was laughing with me.
“Tell me about yourself, Samuel,” he said a few moments later.
“What do you want to know?” I asked, feeling more at ease now that the tension had been broken.
“I want to know everything,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m really not that interesting,” I told him.
“Now, see, I have trouble believing that.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I only met you once and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since.”
I swallowed hard. I’d never known anyone as bold as he was. Part of me was shocked by it, but another part felt exhilarated. Just being near him reminded me of how I’d felt when I rode the roller coaster with Brooklyn the summer before.
“How about I shoot some rapid-fire questions your way and you answer them without thinking?” he suggested.
I grinned at him over the rim of my glass, took a drink and then set it down on the side table. “Okay, I’m game.”
“Excellent!”
