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Disclaimer: This is fantasy. It did not happen. It is a complete work of fiction.
Pool Boy Chronicles: Chapter Three
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As Alex arrived at the apartment complex in Melrose, he took in the bright sunlight reflecting off car windows that lined the streets. The sun was high in the sky, beating down mercilessly on the asphalt below. The aroma of chlorine filled his nostrils, mingling with the scent of citrus from the lemon trees that lined the walkways. He hoped and prayed that this was going to be a good day, and he would be in and out of this job quick. He hated working on these communal pools for the simple reason that there were always people hanging around, asking when you’d be finished and when would the pool be ready.
He hopped out of his beat-up old pickup truck, slung his toolbox over his shoulder, and made his way towards pool. His lean, muscular frame, slathered in sun cream, glistened under the relentless sun. It was only 10am and it was baking hot already.
The complex itself was large and sprawling; a combination of apartments and condominiums, each one seemingly more luxurious than the last. The landscaping was immaculate, with perfectly manicured lawns and lush greenery surrounding a sparkling fountain and meticulously maintained gardens. The swimming pool area stood out as the centerpiece of the complex, its water glistening in the sunlight like a mirror.
As he approached it, he saw a plump, middle-aged woman standing by the pool, looking in his direction. Alex waved hello and introduced himself to her. It was Karen, the complex manager, a woman in her fifties with short brown hair. She seemed pleased to meet him, flirting with him as she briefed him on the issues they were having with the pool.
“I’m so glad you could make it out here so quickly, Alejandro,” she said touching his arm as she spoke “We’ve been having this problem since yesterday. Our maintenance guy can’t seem to get to the bottom of it. I really hope it’s not something too serious.”
“Please, call me Alex,” he smiled “Let me diagnose the problem, and I can give you an assessment of how long it’ll take to fix.”
As Alex began his inspection, Karen hovered nearby, offering him water and occasionally pointing out different areas of the pool that were giving them trouble. The pool had a total of four cascading waterfalls, each with its own dedicated pump and filter system. The waterfall on the far-right side of the pool seemed to be the source of the problem, as it was spraying water in all directions instead of falling gracefully into the pool. The pool's surface was covered in a film of foam, and there were several dead plants floating on the surface.
"So, what do you think?" Karen asked anxiously, leaning in close to him.
"Well, I think I've narrowed it down to a couple of possibilities," Alex replied, wiping his hands on a rag. "Either there's an issue with the plumbing, or the filter system might need some maintenance. Let me take a closer look at those first."
As Karen nodded, apparently satisfied with his explanation, she left him at it, and Alex felt a surge of confidence. He knew he could fix this pool. He got to work, digging through his toolbox and selecting the necessary tools for the job. The sun beat down on his back as he knelt by the waterfall, carefully disassembling the pump and filters. He took note of any signs of wear or damage, making mental notes of what he may need to order or repair later.
As he worked, he caught a glimpse of a staircase leading up to a row of apartments. He couldn't help but notice a beautiful girl walking up the stairs, her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail swaying gently behind her. She had a trim, athletic figure and was dressed in gym clothes. She glanced over at him and flashed him a radiant smile before carrying on her way. Alex felt himself blush a little as he returned the smile, his eyes lingering on her perfect behind as she disappeared from view.
Karen, the complex manager, had mentioned that some of the tenants were complaining about the pool's temperature. Alex had checked the thermostat, and it was set correctly, so he suspected that the problem might be with the heater. He climbed out of the pool and began to examine the heater's control panel, searching for any signs of malfunction. As he worked, he caught sight of the girl again, this time sitting at one of the picnic tables near the pool, eating a yogurt, her eyes shaded from the sun by a pair of large sunglasses. She had changed out of her gym clothes, and was now wearing a white singlet top and brown khaki shorts, her long, toned legs stretched out in front of her. He felt a strange tingle in his stomach as he noticed her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she quickly looked away. He tried to concentrate on his work, but every time he glanced over at her, their eyes would meet.
He continued to focus on the heater, carefully unscrewing elements of the heater. After a few minutes of diagnosis, he discovered that the problem was a simple malfunction in one of the control valves. He replaced the valve and re-calibrated the heater, making sure everything was in working order.
His attention was momentarily diverted when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned around to see the young woman. She was walking towards him, her steps light and graceful, and he felt a warmth spread through his chest.
"So, how's it going?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey.
Alex swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Um, I think I've got everything under control. I've replaced the valve and re-calibrated the heater. The pool should be back up to temperature soon."
"That's great to hear. I really would love a dip in the pool later. It’s so hot out here today,” she gestured to the sun beating down on them both, and he noticed the way her arm moved gracefully, her smooth, tan skin contrasting with the white fabric of her top. “I’m Madelyn, by the way. I live in one of the apartments upstairs."
Alex cocked his head a little and smiled at her "I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you, Madelyn."
“Nice to meet you too, Alex” her smile was dazzling, and he found himself unable to look away from her perfect lips.
Before Alex could say anything else, her phone rang and she excused herself, saying she needed to take the call. He watched as she walked away, her long legs carrying her gracefully across the pool area. As she ascended the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
"Maybe another time," he sighed as he turned his attention back to the pool, checking the heater once more to make sure everything was in working order. Thankfully, everything seemed to be working.
Karen, the complex manager, approached him as he was about to leave. "Great work, Alex. I knew you'd be able to fix it. We really appreciate you coming out on such short notice," She handed him a several crisp notes, more than enough to cover the usual fee.
"And here's a little extra for your trouble." she handed him another crisp note.
Alex nodded gratefully, tucking the money into his pocket. "Thanks, Karen. It was my pleasure."
As he turned to leave, he bumped into Madelyn once more. "Oh, hi there!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing red. "I was just coming over to ask if the pool was ready.”
"Yeah, everything should be working fine now." Alex grinned, trying to steady his racing heart. “You can take a swim whenever you want to.”
"You're the best!" Madelyn beamed at him, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement.
Alex couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through his chest as she spoke. "Well, it was nothing really. I'm just glad I could help." He offered her a lazy smile, trying to play it cool. "Have fun swimming!"
Madelyn smiled back at him, her teeth white against her tan skin. "I'll make sure to let Karen know how much I appreciate it too." And with that, she turned and walked towards the pool, her hips swaying with every step. She looked back over her shoulder and flashed him sexy little smile, before heading back to her apartment.
As Alex drove home, he couldn't help but feel a lightness he hadn’t felt in months. The memory of Madelyn's smile lingered in his mind, her lips curving into a beaming grin that seemed to light up the entire pool area. He knew that he shouldn't read too much into it, that she was probably just being polite.
Sydney had never contacted him after their brief encounter, much as he had hoped against hope she would. As intimate as they had been together that afternoon and evening, he had sensed when he had left that it was just a one-off fling. She was still in love with her fiancé, in spite of his cheating. He'd seen nothing in the tabloids to suggest they had broken up over it, so figured she'd forgiven him.
After a fitful night's sleep, Alex was jolted awake by the shrill ringing of his phone. It was his Uncle Javi, and he sounded frantic. Apparently, the kids' pool at the apartment complex in Melrose had stopped working again, and he needed Alex's help to fix it. Alex groaned, rolling out of bed and glancing at the clock. It was early, but he couldn't let his uncle down. Reluctantly, he agreed to go.
When he arrived at the Melrose complex, he was greeted by Karen who looked visibly relieved to see him.
"Thank goodness you're here, Alex. The kids have been begging to swim all morning. I swear, I've never seen them so disappointed."
Alex nodded, understanding how important the pool was to the families living here. "No problem, Karen. Let's go take a look at what's wrong."
As they approached the kids pool, Alex immediately noticed that the water was not circulating properly. "It looks like there's an issue with the pump," he explained to Karen. "I'll need to check it out and see what's causing the problem."
Karen sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I was afraid of that. We've been having trouble with it for a while now."
Alex nodded, kneeling down beside the pool and opening up the access panel. He quickly located the pump and began inspecting it. "Yeah, it looks like there's a foreign object in the impeller blade," he said, reaching into the water to remove it. "This should be easy enough to fix."
As he worked on the pump, Alex couldn't help but notice Madelyn's apartment was close to where he was working. He wondered if she would be out by the pool, enjoying the sun. A pang of longing hit him as he thought about her beautiful smile and the way she had looked at him.
He finished repairing the pump and tested it to make sure it was working properly. The water began to circulate smoothly, and he heard the happy shouts of the children as they splashed around. He turned to Karen and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's all fixed. The pool should be good to go now."
Karen beamed with relief and thanked him profusely. "Oh, Alex, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver. The kids will be thrilled." She reached into her purse and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills, handing them to him. "Here's the payment for your services."
Alex took the money, feeling a twinge of guilt for accepting such the sum for all the small amount of work he had done. "Don't worry about it, Karen. It's no problem. I'm just glad I could help."
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a beautiful woman walking towards them. It was Madelyn, returning from the gym. He felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness in his stomach as they made eye contact. She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.
"Hey, Alex. So you're back again." she said, walking over to him. Her voice was soft and melodic, and he couldn't help but be captivated by it.
He smiled, feeling a bit more confident than he had been earlier. "Yeah, I had to come help Karen out with the kids pool. It's been giving them some trouble." He glanced at Karen, who was beaming with gratitude.
Madelyn nodded, stepping closer to him. "Well, I'm sure the kids will be thrilled. It's nice of you to come and help out." Her voice was soft and sultry, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the tension in the air between them, and he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
As they talked, Alex couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight played with her hair, making it look like liquid gold. Her smile was infectious, and he found himself losing track of what they were even talking about. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his focus.
"Well, I was going to head home soon and get some rest," he said, glancing at his watch. "But I was wondering if you'd like to go out for a drink tonight? Just to hang out, maybe talk some more?"
"I'm sorry, Alex," she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm really not looking for anything serious right now. I just got out of a long-term relationship, and I need some time to myself."
Her words stung a little, but he tried to hide it.
"Of course, I understand," he said, nodding, and cocking a grin at her. "It's just for a drink though. I'm not asking you to marry me."
She cracked a small smile, but he could still see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"One drink, that's it. What do you say?" he asked again, hoping to convince her with his earnest expression.
She paused momentarily, biting her lower lip as she considered his offer.
"Well, all right. One drink. But just to be clear, I'm not looking for anything serious or romantic." She smiled at him, a playful glint in her eye.
Alex returned her smile, feeling a surge of relief and excitement. "Of course, I understand. I want to get to know you better. One drink, that's all I'm asking for."
He glanced over at Karen, who was still chatting with the kids, and then back to Madelyn. "So I'll pick you up at 8?"
She nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment. "That sounds good. See you at eight." They exchanged numbers, and Alex walked away with a spring in his step. He couldn't wait for tonight.
The air seemed lighter, and the world seemed brighter.
As he walked back to his car, he couldn't help but smile to himself. Maybe there was hope for him yet. He climbed into his car and started the engine, already mentally planning what he would say to her over that first drink. The anticipation was killing him.
He pulled up to her place at precisely 8:00, and she emerged from her apartment complex a moment later, looking stunning in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as he watched her walk toward his car. As she got closer, he opened the door for her and let her slide into the passenger seat. The scent of her perfume filled the air, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.
As they drove to the bar, he couldn't help but glance at her. She was laughing at something he'd said, her head thrown back, revealing a long, graceful neck. Her laughter was infectious, and it made him feel more relaxed than he had in a long time. Probably since Lauren. When they finally arrived at the bar, they were shown to a cozy booth in the back corner, away from the noise and the crowd.
As they ordered their drinks, he couldn't help but admire the way she held herself, the way she moved. There was an air of confidence about her that he found incredibly attractive. He guessed it came from being an actress. He wondered if it was something she'd always had, or if it was something she'd developed over time. As they sipped their drinks, they talked about anything and everything under the sun.
"So, what kind of movies do you like?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink.
Alex chuckled. "Well, I'm more of a drama guy. You know, the ones that make you feel all the feels. But I'll watch just about anything with a good story. How about you?"
As they continued to talk, he found himself drawn to her. Not just her beauty, but her intelligence and her sense of humor. She had a way of making him feel at ease, like he could be himself around her. He realized that he was enjoying this more than he had anticipated. The time was flying by, and he didn't want the evening to end. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her, to get to know her better.
"So, what kind of movies do you like?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink. "You know, besides the ones I star in," she added with a wink.
Alex chuckled. "Well, I'm more of a drama guy. You know, the ones that make you feel all the feels. But I'll watch just about anything with a good story. How about you?"
As they continued to talk, he found himself drawn to her. Not just her beauty, but her intelligence and her sense of humor. She had a way of making him feel at ease, like he could be himself around her. He realized that he was enjoying this more than he had anticipated. The time was flying by, and he didn't want the evening to end. It didn't escape his notice that they were sitting closer and closer together. Or that one drink had become several.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her. To see if the spark between them would ignite into something more. He glanced at her lips, imagining them against his own. As much as he wanted to make a move there, he decided against it.
The last thing he wanted was to ruin whatever budding friendship they might have. Instead, he settled for leaning in slightly closer as she spoke, their shoulders brushing lightly.
Madelyn chuckled at something he said, her cheeks flushed from the drinks. "You're actually really funny," she murmured, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass absentmindedly. "I didn't expect that."
"Oh, why not?" he laughed softly. "Because I fix pools for a living, I can't be funny?"
Madelyn grinned, tilting her head. The dim lighting caught the gold flecks in her brown eyes. "No, it's just, you're not what I expected."
Alex leaned forward, elbows on the table. "What'd you expect?"
Madelyn swirled the ice in her glass, the cubes clinking like wind chimes. "Some repair guy grunting one-word answers, I guess." She grinned when he clutched his chest in mock offense.
Alex's fingers brushed hers as he reached for his drink, neither of them pulled away. They looked at each other, the laughter fading into something softer. He leaned in a little and whispered in her ear.
"I really want to kiss you."
SUMMARY^1: Alex fights the urge to kiss Madelyn, though their flirtation escalates—their shoulders touch, fingers linger, and playful teasing reveals mutual surprise at their chemistry. When she admits he defies her expectations of "some repair guy," tension builds until he confesses in a whisper that he wants to kiss her, shifting the night from casual to charged.
Alex heard her breath catch, just a little click. She didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers curled around his wrist, her thumb brushing the pulse point there. "You're not supposed to say that out loud," she murmured, but she was already leaning in, her lips parting slightly. Then she stopped, pressing her forehead against his. "Wait, this is a terrible idea."
"Yeah," he agreed hoarsely. His hand slid up her arm, fingers skimming bare skin. "But I don't really care. Do you?"
She exhaled sharply, her breath warm against his cheek. Alex could feel her hesitation in the way her fingers trembled against his wrist, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath his thumb. Madelyn closed her eyes for a second too long, long enough for him to see the moment she decided.
Then her lips were on his, soft at first, tentative, until they weren’t. She kissed him like she was starving for it, one hand fisting in the front of his shirt to pull him closer. The taste of gin and lime burst across his tongue, sharp and bright. Her thigh pressed against his under the table, warm even through the fabric of their clothes. He felt his cock twitch in response.
When they finally broke apart, her cheeks were flushed, a combination of alcohol and arousal. Alex swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. Madelyn bit her lower lip, looking up at him through her lashes. "Okay," she breathed. "That was... not terrible."
"Full of compliments tonight, huh." he grinned, fingertips brushing the damp spot where her drink had condensed on the table between them.
Madelyn exhaled a laugh, her fingers still tangled in his shirt.
"I think....we should go somewhere a little more private." she murmured, eyes darting towards the crowded bar. Her fingers slid down his forearm to interlace with his, a gesture so casually intimate it made his chest tighten.
"There's a more private area upstairs?" Alex suggested, nodding towards a dimly lit staircase tucked behind the bar.
"I was thinking more like, my place." she murmured, pressing her knee between his thighs under the table. He was hard, and she could feel it through his jeans.
Alex swallowed thickly. "Yeah. Yeah, that works."
"I thought it might." she smirked, sliding out of the booth and grabbing her jacket in one fluid motion. Alex nearly knocked over his drink scrambling to follow her.
Outside, the night air was humid and thick, pressing against Alex's skin like a second layer of clothes. Madelyn's fingers laced through his as they walked to his car, her grip warm and slightly sticky from the condensation of her glass. She laughed when he fumbled the keys, the sound low and throaty. "Nervous?" she teased, leaning against the passenger door with her hip cocked.
He leaned in and kissed her again, right there against the car, hotter, hungrier, his hands sliding up her waist until his thumbs brushed the underside of her ribs. She gasped into his mouth, arching into him. "Get in the damn car, Alex," she breathed, nipping at his lower lip.
The drive was a blur, his knuckles white on the wheel, her hand creeping up his thigh, until they stumbled into her apartment, barely making it past the door before she was pulling his shirt over his head. The fabric caught on his watch, and she laughed, breathless, teeth grazing his collarbone as she freed him. She started pulling at his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle as he backed her against the wall, his mouth hot and insistent on hers. Once his pants were around his ankles, she dropped to her knees, her tongue tracing a slow, torturous line up his cock before taking him into her mouth.
He groaned, as she worked him, her lips and tongue applying the perfect amount of pressure, alternating between teasing flicks and deep, sucking pulls. As she bobbed up and down, Alex moaned in ecstasy, his legs trembling as she took him deeper. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she pulled back, leaving him throbbing and slick with her saliva.
"Bedroom," she gasped, rising to her feet and pulling him toward the hallway.
Alex stumbled after her, his jeans still tangled around his ankles, kicking them off impatiently. She let her dress fall to the floor and slid out of her G-string, leaving them abandoned on the bedroom floor. They collapsed together onto the bed, skin sliding against skin, mouths seeking each other again.
Her hands roamed his chest, nails raking lightly down his ribs as she rolled onto her back, pulling him over her. Alex groaned as he settled between her thighs, the wet heat of her pressing against his cock. He kissed her harder, deeper, one hand threading through her hair while the other traced the curve of her hip. She reached for his penis and guided him inside her, sighing as he filled her, her body rising up to meet him.
Their bodies moved together in a frenzy, fucking rather than making love. They were so hot for each other that nothing else mattered, just the slick slap of skin on skin, the muffled moans against each other’s mouths, the desperate clutch of fingers digging into flesh. Madelyn squirmed beneath him, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he drove into her, his thrusts growing rougher, more erratic.
She moaned his name as he thrust deeper and harder, urging him on to go faster, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. Alex could feel himself teetering on the edge, the coiled tension in his gut tightening with every movement, every ragged breath she took beneath him. Madelyn was close too, her breath coming in short, panting gasps, her eyes squeezed shut, hair splayed across the pillow. When she finally came, she clenched around him like a vise, her cry muffled against his neck, her whole body trembling beneath his hands.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to come!" he groaned, warning her of his impending climax.
Madelyn kissed him deeply and pulled his body closer closer to hers, her fingers pressing into his back. That was all it took for him to lose control, his hips stuttered wildly as he came inside her, groaning against her lips as waves of pleasure shuddered through him. Madelyn moaned as she felt his come filling her, her legs wrapping around him tighter to keep him buried inside her as he trembled.
When he finally collapsed onto the bed next to her, both of them were breathing heavily, skin slick with sweat. Alex turned his head to look at her, her hair tousled, her eyes glazed. She grinned at him.
"Not bad for a first time," she murmured, her voice husky.
Alex chuckled, dragging his fingertips down her damp flank. "First time? So you want some more of the Pool Boy, then."
Madelyn snuggled up close to him, her bare leg hooked over his hip.
"Depends if the Pool Boy has to energy for me," she winked, fingers trailing down his chest towards his hips. Her soft hand encircled him and squeezed experimentally. They kissed tenderly, slowly, for the first time, no frantic desperation now, just lips moving languidly together, breathing each other’s air. Madelyn began to jerk his cock slowly, deliberately, feeling it thicken and twitch in her palm.
"Looks like you do have some stamina left." she sniggered, as he cupped her cheek and kissed her hard, rolling her onto her back.
Their second round was slower, sweeter, his hands mapping every inch of her as if committing her to memory. He dragged his lips down her throat, lingering at the hollow where her pulse raced. When she moved beneath him, he caught her nipple between his teeth, grinning at her sharp gasp. He took her slow and deep, watching her eyes shut, her head to the side, moaning in pleasure as he plumbed her depths with his length.
"Oh, Alex." she whimpered, feeling every inch of him moving inside her, slow and deep. Her hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, twisting them in her fists as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. She could feel his breath hot on her skin, his lips tracing the shell of her ear before he whispered something filthy that made her gasp. His thrusts became more deliberate, angling himself just right to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
He began to thumb her clit in time with his thrusts, feeling her walls flutter around him as she edged closer to another climax. Madelyn arched beneath him, her thighs trembling, a thin sheen of sweat glistening between her breasts.
"Right there, don't stop." she gasped, her voice breaking as he curled his fingers just so, pressing harder. Alex groaned when she came, her body clamping down on him like a vice. Madelyn cried out as her body spasmed, her toes curling, her back curving off the bed. He fucked her through it, slow and deep, until she collapsed back onto the sheets, panting. He kissed her as he continued to spear her, driving her towards another peak.
She came again, quicker this time, almost crushing him in an embrace, her eyes squeezed shut, her cry of pleasure keening out of her. Alex gritted his teeth, hips stuttering, as he linked fingers with her. She squeezed his hands and opened her eyes, biting her lower lip. It was too much to take, too difficult for him to hold to hold back. His cock expanded and pulsed within her, spurt after spurt of hot seed flooding her depths. Madelyn shuddered beneath him, her body milking every drop he had. Alex moaned as he emptied himself, slumping down onto her, still buried inside her, their fingers still linked together.
They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, catching their breath. Alex pressed a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat. He started to pull away, but she tightened her legs around him, keeping him inside her. "Stay," she murmured, voice drowsy.
They didn't say much as they lay together, occasionally kissing softly, their hands stroking each others bodies. It wasn't long before the combination of alcohol and their horizontal exertions took their toll, and they drifted off to sleep.
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The sun was streaming through the curtains when Alex awoke, his arm pinned beneath Madelyn’s bare back. He blinked, disoriented, then remembered the bar, the car, her thighs wrapped around his waist. She stirred, rolling onto her stomach with a sleepy murmur, the sheet slipping to reveal the curve of her ass. Alex reached out, tracing the constellation of freckles along her spine.
"Hey there." he whispered, stroking a stray hair off her face as he kissed her cheek.
Madelyn blinked awake with a soft hum, stretching like a cat. "Morning." she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Her eyes flickered down to where Alex's hand rested on her hip, and she snuggled up to him.
Alex chuckled as she brushed her lips against his neck. "Sleep well?"
Madelyn made a noncommittal noise, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest. "Better than expected," she admitted, her breath warm against his skin. Her thigh slid between his legs, pressing closer. "Though I think I'm still drunk."
Alex's cock jerked against her thigh as she shifted, already half-hard from the heat of her body. He caught her wrist when her hand drifted lower, pressing her palm flat against his stomach. "Careful," he murmured, voice full of mock caution.
"Nothing better than hungover sex, the night after." She kissed his lips and began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, feeling his cock stiffen further in her palm. "Come here, and give me a 'Good Morning' fuck."
Alex groaned as she rolled onto her back, pulling him on top. She was slick, and he slid into her with an effortless glide that made them both sigh. The pace was lazy, unhurried, just the slow, deep roll of hips as sunlight pooled across the sheets. He deep-stroked her, teasing her with his length until she gasped and gripped his shoulder, then he’d pull back, grinning when she whined.
"Asshole," she panted, arching up to chase him. He caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he finally gave her what she wanted.
Madelyn moaned, the sound dissolving into laughter when he kissed her, messy, off-center, his morning breath mingling with hers. Neither cared. The sheets twisted around their legs as she hooked an ankle over his hip, pulling him deeper. Alex groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
"That's it. Right there!" she groaned, her fingers tightening in his hair as he hit that perfect angle again. Alex grinned against her collarbone, reveling in how she gasped every time he rolled his hips just so.
Sunlight caught the gold in her eyelashes as she writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling. "Alexxxxx," she pleaded, voice breaking.
The bedframe thumped against the wall in time with his thrusting, as he kissed her, beginning to pound her pussy. When she came, it was with a choked cry, her body shuddering underneath him, as he held her tight, his cock beginning to swell inside her.
"Fuck!" he roared, his hips jerking forward as he unloaded deep inside her once more. Madelyn whined, wrapping herself tight around him as jerked on top of her.
Panting and slick with sweat, he slumped against her chest. She curled up in his arms, fingers lazily tracing his bicep. They lay there, tangled, sticky, blissfully silent, until the sharp buzz of his phone shattered the moment.
Alex groaned, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, knocking over an empty glass before snagging the vibrating device. His uncle's name flashed on the screen. "Shit," he muttered.
Madelyn traced the tension suddenly hardening his shoulders with her fingertips. "Everything okay?"
"Pool emergency," Alex muttered, thumb hovering over the answer button as he glanced at her flushed skin, the tousled sheets. The phone buzzed insistently again. "Fuck. I have to..."
Madelyn rolled onto her side, propping her head on one hand. Her hair fell over one breast, sunlight catching the amber streaks. "You have to fuck me one more time before you go."
Alex froze mid-reach for his discarded jeans, the phone still buzzing against the nightstand. Her bare foot slid up his calf.
"Come here, and let me suck you back to life." she murmured, pushing him onto his back before he could protest. Alex groaned as her lips trailed down his stomach, her fingers curling around his softening cock. Madelyn's tongue flicked lazily against the head, taking her time to suck, lick and kiss his member. She licked her lips and smirked up at him, watching his expression twist as she worked him back to full hardness. Alex gasped when she took him deep, her fingers digging into his hips as she bobbed her head.
"Holy fuck, Madelyn." he groaned. It felt like she was eating him alive, her tongue swirling around his shaft while her fingers teased his balls.
When he was rock hard, she clambered on top without breaking eye contact, sinking down onto him with a satisfied sigh that turned into a gasp as he gripped her hips.
"Christ" Alex choked out, watching her pert breasts bounce with every movement she made. She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, arching so the sunlight caught every sweat-slicked curve. His phone buzzed again, skittering off the nightstand onto the floor. Neither glanced at it. They were too focused on the moment; Madelyn riding him hard, Alex in ecstasy as he gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a wet, frantic tempo. He groaned when she clenched around him deliberately, her inner muscles milking his cock with practiced precision.
Madelyn's breath shallowed as she rolled her hips in slow circles, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each downward grind. Alex could feel her trembling, she was close. He sat up abruptly, catching her mouth in a messy kiss as his hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her stiffened nipples. She broke the kiss with a gasp, nails raking down his chest as her orgasm hit. Alex followed seconds later, his hips jerking up as he came with a broken groan, spilling into her for the second time that morning.
She collapsed against him, both of them slick with sweat and catching their breath. His phone buzzed again on the floor; third missed call. Madelyn chuckled against his collarbone.
"Someone really wants you," she murmured, tracing his belly with her fingers.
Alex groaned, rolling them onto their sides. "Pool heater blew at the Kensington complex. Emergency call-out fee is triple." His thumb brushed a bead of sweat from her ribcage. "But..."
"Go. I'm not going to keep you from making triple," Madelyn murmured, though her fingers lingered on his forearm. Alex hesitated then kissed her, slow and lingering.
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By the time he had made it out to his car, his Uncle was having a seizure. Alex calmed him down and said he was on the way to the emergency. Before he left, he texted Madelyn;
"Want to meet up later after work?"
She texted him back while he was mid-repair at Kensington, just a simple "Only if you bring dinner. And wine" with a winking emoji. Alex grinned, wiping grease off his hands onto his work pants before responding;
"Good deal."