Substitute Boyfriend by Jade C. Jamison Page A

up against mine.  His breathing was heavy in my ear, and I knew he was coming down off the climax he’d experienced.  “Feeling pretty good?” I asked.
    “ Mmm.  More than.  Jesus, woman, I wanted to get a little down and dirty but I didn’t expect that.”
    I grinned.  “Glad I was able to surprise you.”
    “Your turn.”
    “No.  I am not having sex out here.”
    “Aw, c’mon, Beth.   No one’s watching.  I promise.”
    “It’s the idea, Roman.  I’m not comfortable with it.”
    “I don’t believe you.  What you’ve told me you’ve done for your books?  I call bullshit.”  He snuggled up closer to me and, as he kissed my neck, slid one of his hands into my tiny bikini bottom.  I tried to tune him out, hoping if he saw that his touch wasn’t doing anything for me right now, he’d leave me alone.  But that finger found my clit and I hadn’t known I was ready for him until he touched me.  It must have been getting him off had turned me on more than I knew, because his finger slid up and down just a few times in my slit and I no longer cared where we were.
    Except part of my brain did.   So when he asked, “Now what do you think?” I pulled away and said, “Maybe later.”  I couldn’t run out of the pool because the water kept me from that, but I walked as quickly as I could toward the concrete steps leading out of the shallow end.
    “Beth, what the hell?”
    “Not now, Roman.”
    When I got out of the pool, though, he was right behind me, and he pulled my back toward him.  His lips were on the nape of my neck, his hands splayed over my belly, feeling possessive and strong.  Oh, yeah, I did want him.  I wanted him badly, but I didn’t want to fuck out here.  Maybe it was the big windows—even though spots were covered with vegetation, by and large, I felt like an animal at the zoo, and tourists could come observe me in my pretend habitat.
    He kept kissing my neck in that way he did, though, and before I knew it, I was feeling too warm to care again.  He slid his left hand up and squeezed my breast.  I was sure he could feel how it had pebbled, even through the thick fabric of the bikini.  I let out a breath but then opened my eyes, straining to see through the glass out into the courtyard.  Roman was right.  There was no one out there looking toward the pool house, because no one was supposed to be in here at night.  There was no reason for anyone to look.
    I turned around and wrapped a hand around his neck while placing the other hand on his chest, kissing him hard.  Both of his hands were on my ass then, one cupping a cheek while the other fingered the hem, threatening to dip underneath the fabric.  I shuddered at how hot his hand felt against my cooled flesh.  That was what I’d wanted, though, relief from the heat, and the pool had done that.  Roman threatened to heat me up again, and the hot air surrounding us made my skin feel perfect.
    He urged me to lie down against the cool stone floor and I obeyed, ready for his touch.  I only wanted him to be quick, because I was afraid of being caught.  He untied the string on the top and kissed first one nipple, his tongue circling and teasing it, and then the other, sucking on it until it was hard.  My nether regions, meanwhile, were aching to feel him there.  My legs, bent at the knees, were spread to accommodate his body, and he moved his hand below, sliding his fingers underneath the fabric of my bikini bottom.  Two fingers drove down my slit until they once more found my swollen nub.  The whole area was damp from the pool, but I knew he’d be able to feel the slickness he’d created from raising my temperature.  I let out a moan, eager for more, and realized I was grinding against his hand.
    There was more, though, something I wasn’t about to admit, at least not there.  I found myself even more aroused that someone might catch us, discover Roman bringing me to pleasure with his fingers.  Why did I find