Stars glittered over the Arizona desert as Britta waited for her vodka tonic. Behind her, a popular song was playing from the patio speakers but it was barely audible over the shrieks and laughter from the pool. She glanced at the dancing aqua waters. It had been her idea to throw her niece a catered baby shower at her house, and so far it seemed to be a rousing success – even if it looked like no baby shower she’d ever attended.
‘With a twist.’ The bartender handed her the drink with a smouldering look. ‘For the most beautiful woman in
the room.’
If only. Still, it was nice to be complimented when her husband barely noticed her these days. Britta was only 34 but Robert’s lack of interest left her feeling sexually invisible. ‘Thank you,’ she said with a brief smile. As she walked away, she couldn’t help glancing at her husband to see if he had noticed that one of the caterers had flirted with her. No, he hadn’t. He was too busy talking to her niece’s young friends.
‘… used to take the boat up and down the coast,’ he was saying. ‘When I was your age …’
Typical. Though he was 45 now, her husband never could resist the attention of adoring young women. She returned to the kitchen where her sister Cici was busily washing glasses. ‘The caterers are going to clean up in a minute,’ Britta said. ‘Although I noticed hardly of these skinny girls touched dessert.’
Cici flashed her a grateful smile. ‘It’s a great shower, Britta. You’re so nice to do all this for Jordan.’
Britta glanced out at the pool, which was full of kids her niece’s age – 19 – splashing with shouts of joy. A boy in swim trunks did a somersault into the deep end to loud cheers. Earlier, before sunset, they had opened gifts and played typical baby shower games. Then it grew dark and the caterers served dinner and now it was just a party like any other.
‘I have to say, I didn’t realise boys came to baby showers these days,’ she admitted. When her girlfriends had baby showers, it was a female-only affair, full of aunts, grandmothers and female co-workers. Apparently the younger generation did things differently.
‘Guess so.’ Cici sighed. ‘I still can’t believe Jordan is going to be a mom. These kids look like babies to me still.’
Britta glanced out at her husband. Tall and darkly good-looking, Robert was still fit and attractive at 45. She was quite sure the 19-year-old girls in bikinis hanging on his story didn’t look like babies to him.
She scooped up her shoulder-length blonde hair and fanned her neck. ‘I’ll check on clean-up,’ she said, and went outside.
The pool party raged on as she picked up an untouched tray of truffles and headed down the stone path to the garage, where the caterers were based for the night. But a tall shadow intercepted her.
‘Oh hi,’ said a young male voice. ‘This is the baby shower for Jordan Banks, right?’
‘Right,’ she answered and tried to go around him. But he didn’t move.
‘I know you,’ he said.
He stepped into the faint aquatic glow from the pool. The tall young man before her was a stranger – for the most part. Something about him did look familiar, his long-lashed amber eyes and dark silky hair reminding her of … something. But that was impossible. She didn’t know beautiful 19-year-old boys and the way he was looking at her was way too familiar. Way too intense.
‘I’m a valet at Sushi Blossom,’ he said. ‘I parked your car a few weeks ago. Silver BMW, right? I’ve seen you there a few times actually – you and your husband.’
‘Oh!’ she laughed with relief. Obviously he hadn’t been hitting on her. She was an idiot to think that’s where this was going. ‘Yes, you’re right. That’s where I’ve seen you. I’m Britta, Jordan’s aunt.’
‘I’m Colton. Sorry I’m so late. I just got off work.’
His eyes remained locked on her face with unmistakable interest. Walking him back to the pool, Britta decided to ignore it. She was not going to make an ass of herself by flirting with Jordan’s friend. ‘Well, you missed the actual shower,’ she said. ‘But you can still go swimming. You can get changed in the poolhouse and there are towels in there, too.’ She pointed the way.
‘When are you getting changed?’ he asked pointedly, eyes travelling down her champagne-coloured slip dress.
‘I’m not,’ she said. ‘I have a shower to run. Have fun.’ She turned away and he walked to the poolhouse, yelling greetings to his friends.
She put the tray of truffles down. Suddenly she felt so heady, so breathless. It was silly to get so flattered by a teenager – he couldn’t be more than 18 or 19. But the way he had looked at her, and his silky hair and full lips, and what was no doubt a rock-hard erection he could drive into her pussy over and over …
‘Britta?’ Colton had poked his head out of the poolhouse. ‘There aren’t any more towels.’
‘There are. They’re in the closet.’ She headed across the patio to the poolhouse. ‘Here, I’ll show you.’
She stopped in shock as she stepped inside and found Colton standing naked before her.
He was gorgeous. His young, taut body was tanned to the colour of dark honey and his lean, muscular build was as defined as if sculpted by Michelangelo. Unable to drag her eyes away from him, Britta took in his broad chest and hard stomach. And there between his sun-browned thighs was a beautifully stiff cock, just as she’d imagined, long and thick and smooth as velvet.
He leaned forward, shutting the door behind her. ‘I’m sorry if I’m being too aggressive,’ he said quietly. ‘But I’ve had a crush on you since the first night I saw you.’ His amber eyes were glowing with heat.
Her mouth was so dry that it took a moment to speak. ‘I’m married,’ she said shakily. ‘And at least 15 years older than you.’ Oh God. She’d never seen such a perfect naked male body before. He was so young, so flawless. He’s a dumb kid! screamed a voice in her mind, and then, And you’re married!
‘Yeah, but –’ He paused. ‘You’re not married-married.’
What did that mean? But she couldn’t think of an articulate response as Colton reached under her dress and stroked her pussy through her lace panties.
Britta leaned back against the door and moaned. It had been years since her husband had touched her with desire, and even more since she’d experienced the thrill of a stranger’s hands on her body. Colton might be young, but he knew just what to do, slipping his fingers into her panties and tickling her clit. She couldn’t help spreading her high heels wide, opening her thighs to give him access as his deft fingertips teased and stroked her pulsing cunt.
Colton slid her thin spaghetti straps down her arms until she was topless. She had small breasts, small enough to go braless tonight, and Colton seemed to appreciate it as he lowered his mouth to suck her stiff nipples. ‘Nice,’ he muttered. ‘You have beautiful tits.’
Britta knew she should stop this right now but instead she arched her back as his tongue circled each nipple, his fingers still working her clit.
She ran her hands down his firm back. Oh God. This was so wrong but the feel of Colton’s young muscles under his smooth skin was irresistible. She cupped his firm ass. No man had ever felt so right, so fuckable, in her hands. Sucking in her breath, she trailed her fingertips over his balls and then slid her hand up his thick, throbbing shaft.
‘Don’t stop touching me,’ he breathed. He lifted his head and kissed her, a deep, hot kiss that made her go dizzy. He pressed against her, all heat and hardness. Then he placed his hand on top of hers on his cock and rubbed his swollen head against her panties, teasing her most sensitive nerves.
‘Fuck me,’ he muttered into her mouth. ‘You know you want to.’
‘I …’
Her panties were coming down her thighs. Two more seconds and that magnificent young cock was going to be pushing inside her, fucking her like she hadn’t been fucked in years …
She pushed him away. ‘Stop,’ she panted. ‘I – oh God, I can’t believe I did this. Don’t tell anyone.’
She pulled up her panties and fixed her dress, then ran outside. She knew her face must be flushed and no doubt her hard nipples were poking through the dress. Catching her breath, she busied herself by the dessert table, which still hadn’t been cleared by the caterers.
OK. She could get through the rest of the party, even though every instinct told her to go back in the poolhouse, push Colton on the floor and mount his hard young cock. She just needed a distraction. Glancing at the pool, she saw that he had just emerged in a pair of swim trunks, innocently greeting his friends as if he hadn’t just tried to seduce his married hostess two minutes ago. Grabbing the tray of untouched truffles, she carried it back down the stone path to the driveway, where she knew the caterers were waiting for their job to end. But as the music from the patio faded, male voices cut through the dark.
‘Seriously, these trophy wives are the easiest lays in town,’ said one she recognised as the bartender. ‘The hostess has been eye-fucking me all night.’
Hot indignation flared inside her. Britta hated being called a trophy wife. Yes, she was more than a decade younger than Robert and yes, he was a well-known surgeon, but that didn’t make her some shallow trophy wife who just went shopping all day. And where did the bartender get off thinking she wanted him?
‘You going to take her up on it?’ asked another.
‘Why not? Look at her – she’s cute as hell and where is her husband? Inside with one of the young chicks.’
Cold horror filled Britta. The bartender had to be making that up too. He had to. She whirled around and rushed back up the path, truffles bouncing off the tray onto the grass. This couldn’t be happening – Robert had strayed in the past, but surely he wouldn’t cheat on her in their own home? Surely he wouldn’t actually seduce their niece’s friend? Right?
She slipped into the house, heading soundlessly down the hall to the staircase. But a soft moan came from the darkened living room. She crept to the arched entranceway. As her eyes adjusted to the moonlight illuminating the sofas, she saw a topless, big-breasted young girl, one of Jordan’s friends, kneeling on the carpet. She was sucking Robert’s cock as he hungrily fondled her tits.
Anguish and betrayal shot through Britta like a rocket. She stepped away before she could be spotted, a lump of pain and fury filling her throat. Not again. He’d promised. Goddamn you to hell, Robert, she thought. But she wasn’t going to lose her dignity now, not in front of their guests.
She hurried back into the kitchen and grabbed her vodka tonic. As she turned, a hard body slammed into hers. Her drink fell, glass shattering on the kitchen tile and scattering ice.
‘I’m sorry.’ It was Colton. He was still in his black trunks and looking very cute and very nervous as he knelt down next to her to help her clean up. ‘Here, let me get it.’
She handed him a roll of paper towels and leaned against the granite countertop. Something like an urge to scream mixed with sobs was building inside her. When would this night end?
‘Why did you say that?’ she asked Colton. ‘In the poolhouse. About me not being married-married.’
‘Because I –’ He looked guilty. ‘I’ve seen your husband at Sushi Blossom with other women. So I figured you guys had an arrangement.’
She handed him a dustpan to sweep up the glass. Goddamn Robert. Making an ass out of her not just in front of her niece’s friends, but also in front of the staff at her favourite sushi place. And this wasn’t even the first time. He’d sworn never again.
Colton got to his feet and disposed of the mess. Then he stood in front of her, his amber eyes locking with hers. ‘I’m sorry for coming on so strong,’ he said, ‘But I took a chance because you are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and I wanted you the moment I saw you.’
Her eyes dropped to his tanned bare chest. Those chiselled pecs and light-brown nipples mesmerized her. She wanted to rub her breasts all over it, feel the young male heat of his body against hers. When she looked up into his eyes, all she could think of was the feel of his big young cock teasing her through her panties.
‘Colton, let’s go!’ roared a loud male voice. His friends burst through the patio doors, stopping abruptly when they saw Britta and him. A rude grin spread over their faces. ‘Sorry to interrupt,’ said one of them. ‘But we gotta go.’
Colton gave her a pointed look of lust and disappointment, then followed his friends out the door.
Britta woke early the next morning and opened the windows to the fresh Arizona daybreak. Soon enough, the blistering summer day would seal up the house in the artificial air-conditioning but for now, she wanted the coolness of morning and the scent of the desert wildflowers in her home. She went outside and cleaned up the remaining cups and plates around the pool.
The patio doors opened. ‘I’m off to the airport,’ Robert called. He’d be at a medical conference in Atlanta all week.
Good riddance, she thought. But she forced a smile. No sense warning him of what was coming. ‘Have fun!’ she called. ‘Don’t work too hard.’
There, she said to herself. That sounded exactly like a good little trophy wife should, seeing her husband off on a business trip. Little did he know what she had planned.
As Robert drove off to the airport, a relieved liberation filled her heart. She mixed herself a mimosa and drank it on the patio, staring at the poolhouse where a 19-year-old parking valet had electrified her pussy last night. Somehow it still seemed like a dream. After years of being taken for granted by Robert, someone had undressed her and pleasured her and promised to make her dirtiest dreams come true. And that someone was a gorgeous young man with the chiselled body of a god.
She glanced around the pool. Robert constantly reminded her of how “lucky” she was to have this house – a modern adobe mansion set up in the mountains, ten minutes out of the city. Up here, they were far enough from the city light pollution that the stars shone brightly, and last month she’d even spotted a bobcat prowling through the scrub brush. Coming from a working-class family, she’d never expected to live in such a beautiful place. But it came with a loveless marriage and cheating husband attached – and last night had reminded her of how much more could be hers.
She finished her mimosa, a sly smile curving across her face. She had been deprived for far too long – and that was going to change.
That evening she was ready to act. She’d been to the salon earlier to have her blonde hair freshly highlighted and her nails done. Slipping into a short black dress and heels, she collected her keys and Kate Spade purse and went out to her car.
It was almost eight o’clock – late enough that the dinner rush hour at Sushi Blossom was over, but the valets were still working. As she pulled up to the valet stand, she saw three boys lounging there in white shirts and black pants, looking bored. The blond one jogged over to her car just as Colton’s dark head turned. His eyes went wide when he saw her.
Without a word, he pushed aside the other valet opening her door. ‘I’ll take this one.’
She climbed out, spreading her legs wide enough to show him she wasn’t wearing panties. He gulped, a helpless animal noise escaping his throat. Britta smoothed her dress and gave him her keys with a smile. ‘Nice to see you again,’ she said sweetly.
She ignored the admiring looks of the other valets and walked to the Sushi Blossom doors as if going inside. When they weren’t looking, she veered back into the parked cars and slipped down to the dark end of the lot, where Colton was parking her BMW.
When he emerged from her car, she was sitting on an adjacent car hood. ‘Hi Colton.’
Colton looked stunned at first. Then a wide and dirty grin spread over his face.
She leaned back and spread her legs wide. ‘Did you miss me today?’
Without a word, he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue moving over her sensitive flesh with clever, delicate strokes. Britta moaned and leaned back, spreading her legs wider. Colton might be young but he knew just how to lick her, his tongue warm and passionate. An incandescent thrill was rising up her spine as his mouth reawakened long-lost sensations in her body, an ecstasy she hadn’t felt in years – not even in her fantasies of a beautiful man touching her and fucking her into orgasmic bliss. Colton slid two fingers deep inside her creamy slit, rubbing her cunt as his full lips wrapped around her clit. As his tongue circled her button, he began to lick and rub her in tandem, inside and out.
A squirming wet pressure exploded inside her, and Britta gripped his thick dark hair as her orgasm rolled her in wave after wave of wet throbs.
‘Oh good God!’ She felt like she was sliding off the car, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Colton got to his feet and helped her down, grinning. ‘That was just a start.’ He looked so pleased with himself.
She looked up at him. He was so young, so gorgeous. This had to be a dream. But as his hot, welcoming mouth met hers, she knew it wasn’t. She unbuttoned his white valet shirt, hungry to see his tanned bare chest again.
‘Are you going to get in trouble?’ She had no idea how long he’d been gone from the valet stand but she was sure one of the other valets would come looking for him, or have another car to park.
‘Nah, they’ll cover me.’
‘Good. Because I’m not done yet.’ She slid her hands down those rock-hard abs and cupped the bulge in his pants. ‘Where can we go?’
Colton led her behind the restaurant and into a dark and empty alley. She was breathless as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her aggressively, groping her breasts through her dress.
‘Get naked,’ he muttered into her mouth.
She liked his new commanding tone. ‘Make me,’ she returned.
He pinned her with his body to the wall, pulling her dress up and over her head in a flash. Now her dress was just a scrap of fabric in the dirt and she was entirely naked, except for her heels. He kicked them apart, forcing her to spread her legs, then pushed his fingers into her still-tingling slit.
She gasped. Being stripped and groped like this, in an alley behind a restaurant, was surprisingly hot. She reached for his zipper but he grabbed her wrists with his free hand and pinned them over her head.
‘No,’ he said, fingering her deeper. ‘You’re mine now. You’ll do what I tell you.’ He bit her bottom lip and pinched her nipples, studying her naked body. Then he spanked her clit lightly, making her jump.
‘Do you want me to fuck you …?’
‘You know I do,’ she said between ragged breaths. Her entire body was taut with desire, her pussy empty and aching to be filled.
‘Then beg for it.’
She paused, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. But as Colton unzipped his pants and took out his smooth, long cock, she knew he wasn’t going to satisfy her until she begged.
‘Please,’ she tried. Her voice failed.
‘Please what?’
‘Please … fuck me. Now. I need it.’ She couldn’t take her eyes from his throbbing shaft.
‘Couldn’t hear you.’ He was stroking his cock now with a sexy smile. ‘What is it you need?’
‘Your cock. Fucking me. Fucking me like –’ Her face burned. ‘Like I’m a naughty little slut.’
He laughed and rubbed the swollen head of his cock over her pussy lips, teasing her soft opening. She cried out, ‘Oh God … please … please just fuck me, Colton.’ She didn’t care who heard her, who saw her naked in an alley as she begged a young parking valet to fuck her.
Slowly Colton pushed into her tightness. A soft, deep groan escaped Britta as the exciting hardness of his cock penetrated her clinging flesh.
‘Oh yeah,’ he muttered. ‘Goddamn, you feel good.’
Colton was still holding her fast by the wrists. She twisted and writhed against the wall as he drove all the way inside her. The knowledge that she would only come if he let her, that he could take his glorious young cock away just to tease her, made her even hotter. He began to fuck her more swiftly now, driving into her with long, vigorous thrusts that made her small breasts bounce. He was groaning and biting her neck, and a wet, pulsing ache was building between her thighs like a hurricane.
A muffled noise made her realise they weren’t alone. She looked over in shock to see the other two parking valets watching her with dirty grins. Her body burned with embarrassment. Yet somehow it was exciting too, to put on a naked show for these young men, her legs open and her tits jiggling in time to the rhythm of Colton’s hips as he fucked her.
He was spearing in and out of her faster, harder, his torso glistening with sweat. As she looked again at the valets watching, a second and thunderous climax crested between her legs. Her orgasm broke inside her with wet and turbulent throbs just as Colton came with a raw cry.
He released her wrists, breathing hard. She pushed her damp blonde hair from her eyes and saw the valets had vanished back into the night.
He handed her dress. ‘So maybe I shouldn’t ask but … what about your husband?’
She slipped her dress on and stretched with a luxurious yawn. ‘Oh, Robert? I’m leaving him. He just doesn’t know it yet because he’s at some conference in Atlanta.’
A delighted grin spread across Colton’s face. ‘So he’s out of town.’
‘Yep. I’ll be alone in that big house all week long. In fact, I’ll be going for a midnight skinny-dip when I get home.’ She tilted her head and smiled at him.
‘I’m off at ten.’ Colton kissed her. ‘See you soon.’