Chapter Ten- Slick Moves

A/N: Hi everyone, this chapter has the pool scene, and a lemon. But who is it with this time?

Gracie Jo made a beeline for her bathroom and quickly turned on the hot water, stripped off her pants, then grabbed her razor and gel. She saved her legs, touched up her bikini area, and dashed into her room. Pulling open her drawer, she pulled out her swim suit- a black two piece halter with small white polka dots on them, and adjusted the top once it was on. Spraying two spritzes of body spray on, she grabbed a towel from her bathroom as she dashed past. At the top of the stairs, she slowed to a walk. She wanted to be the first, but she was sure she wouldn't be, with the shaving and all. She opened the back sliding door, and saw them out there, laying their towels over the chairs they were claiming. Her skin heated instantly when they turned and watched her make her way to the pool, then around to the chairs, even with her towel clutched to her chest. Now or never, she told herself. Why was she so shy? Kellan had seen everything last night, and the heat between her and Rob, well, that should have been done naked. Squaring her shoulders under their watch, she dropped her towel onto her chair. Now say something witty, she told herself.

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" She shouted, as she ran and leaped into the pool. Mature Gracie Jo, real mature. How old are you? she mentally scolded herself as she made her way to the surface of the water. Popping her head up, she watched the guys pop up after her. She had a smile on her face as they turned towards her. The guys were right. It was a great night for a swim. Suddenly Kellan disappeared back under the water, and Rob began making his way towards her. She felt as if she couldn't move, like something had cemented her there as she watched him approach her. She gasped and looked down when she felt hands clamp onto her thighs, and saw Kellan swim between her legs, getting ready.

"Oh nonononono," she said, but she knew he couldn't hear her. She looked up to Rob, sure her face was terrified, but she didn't get another second to register the smirk on his face as she was pushed up through the water, sitting on Kellan's shoulders. Her fingers gripped his wet hair. She was so far up above the water! But her mind was instantly distracted by his hands holding her steady by her upper thighs. Her mind flashed to the night before, and she was sure he could feel the instant heat of her skin. Her mind began to race again as he moved his hands, and began to lift her up over his head.

"Kellan," she warned. She heard him laugh as she went higher. "Rob! Tell him-" but she was cut off as he launched her into the water. "Kell-!" Her scream was muffled by her splash into the water. She came back up gasping, and slicked her hair back out of her face. She turned towards Kellan, who had a huge grin on his face, drew her arms back, and pushed as much water as hard as she could towards him. He brought his arms up and laughed as she splashed him until her arms were tired. Breathing heavy, she made her way to the edge of the pool, and turned to face them, her arms out across the cement, and a pout on her lips, but only for a moment. As soon as Kellan gave her puppy eyes, she couldn't help but smile. They both came in towards her. She watched them warily.

"Gracie Jo, there was a beach ball in that box over there- would you like it?" Rob asked. He watched as she contemplated. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was glorious. Her perfect body barely covered in her swimsuit- and then when Kellan lifted her out of the water, dripping and shining in the moonlight, albeit terrified, but worth it to see her swim suit cling to her magnificent curves. He was a little teed off about it being Kellan between her legs, his hands on her thighs, but he wouldn't be able to see how amazing she'd looked. He dared not get to close, he didn't want her to discover his raging hard on. It was so primal, what he felt for her. He wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to a private place and fuck her senseless. His body throbbed at the thought.

"Yeah, sure, we can toss it around," she said finally, with a small smile.

Breaking him of his trance, he nodded and hoisted himself out of the water, hoping she was watching. He made his way to the box he'd mentioned, lifted the lid and pulled out the deflated beach ball. "Heads up!" He called, and tossed it at Kellan. "You're full of hot air Kel," he said with a smile.

"Nice one bro," he said, catching the plastic and began blowing it up.

Rob walked back to the pool, and glanced at Gracie Jo. She was watching. He gave her a signature crooked smile as he slid back into the pool next to her. He began calculating. While Kellan blew up the ball, blocking his sight, Rob moved next to Gracie Jo, being mindful not to brush his hips against her. "You're breathtaking," he said quietly, as he traced a finger down from her ear to her shoulder. He heard her breath hitch, and her eyes close slightly as she watched him. He glanced over at Kellan, measuring time. He didn't want to break their connection, so his finger continued over her shoulder and down her arm, and back up again as he spoke. He couldn't deny the electric current type feeling he got when he was even near her. "Let me be with you tonight," he asked, looking into her eyes. He watched her eyes widen slightly and her lips part as she nodded. "I'll come to your room later," he said quietly, giving her a lazy smile. She nodded again, and watched him step away as Kellan threw the ball up.

"Finished!" he claimed, the tossed the ball to Gracie Jo. In a daze, she caught it and tossed it to Rob, her body still hot and heavy from his words in her ear. She was thankful for the water, so they couldn't see her legs shaking. As they passed the ball around, she knew she was going to have to text Holly as soon as she got back to her room. Holly was going to pass out. Or maybe she was going to pass out. Hopefully not until afterwards, though. She wondered what it would be like. It seemed the vibe was different between her and Rob than it had been with Kellan. Shit. Kellan. She hoped he wasn't trying to visit her tonight either. She tossed the ball again, half listening to them talk about their movies as her mind wandered. Suddenly, Rob announced he was tired, and was going to bed, and told Kellan he needed to get to bed too, and reminded them of their day tomorrow. Kellan finally gave in, giving Gracie Jo one more appreciative look. They made their way to the edge of the pool and lifted themselves out. Drying themselves off, Kellan spoke.

"Hey Gracie Jo, how about a midnight snack?" he asked with a sly grin.

She knew instantly what he was talking about, but she had to make sure, then discourage it, even though she would love to have him tonight. She had other plans at the moment, and she couldn't let Rob know her and Kellan had already been at it once, and had been amazing. "What were you thinking about? Some cake or ice cream?" She asked innocently, knowing Rob was watching her closely.

"Hmm...no, none of that sounds right," he said, his eyes sweeping slowly over her. Yes, that's what he was referring to, she told herself.

"That's all I have for today, I can make something else tomorrow, if you have any- special requests," She gave him a sexy smile. "Let me know tomorrow?" she asked.

"Alright, tomorrow then. I'll think of something," he said with a sweet smile. She looked to her right at Rob, and he seemed non the wiser. They toweled off, and went inside, the guys going upstairs, and her down. She had to text Holly.

She dashed down the stairs and grabbed her phone, and went to her text message app. She quickly typed in-

H- tonight it's Rob. Kellan wanted to, but Rob asked first while we were swimming in the pool just now. Gotta shower before he gets here.

She had been walking towards the bathroom as she texted, and now put her phone down on the sink as she turned the water on, and went to her dresser while waiting for the water to get warm. This was going to have to be the fastest shower ever. She pulled out a pair of small black cotton shorts, and a navy blue tank top, no underwear. She raced back to the bathroom and jumped under the spray, yelping as the hot water hit her. She stepped to the side and added more cold, then reached for her loofa and soap and began speed washing. She stuck out her hand and tested the water before ducking back under to rinse the suds off, and begin with her shampoo. After washing, she stepped out and toweled off quickly, then dressed, waiting for Holly to text her back. Gracie Jo bent over at the waist and towel dried her hair upside down, then flipped back up, her hair big and wet, messy with curls. She went to her sink and brushed her teeth, then added lip gloss and mascara. She spritzed herself with body spray, then went and leapt onto her bed with her phone. She waited casually, catching up on Twitter and her email, waiting for Rob. Gracie Jo knew Holly was working at the moment, so she wasn't too worried yet, but she turned off the ringer anyway, she didn't want the text coming in while he was here. That was the last thing she wanted.

She caught up on games, taking her turn in Words and Hanging with Friends games, checked the weather and any updates for her apps. After what seemed like forever, there was a soft knock on her door. Her stomach clenched in knots of nerves and anticipation. She counted to three, then got off her bed and forced herself to walk slowly to the door, when really she wanted to run to it and fling it open so hard it bounced off the wall, the doorknob leaving a circular hole in the sheetrock. Opening it slowly, she saw Rob leaning against the door jam, dressed in cotton pajama pants and a white t-shirt. She smiled at him and opened the door wide, allowing him in.

"Hey," she greeted with a shy smile, closing the door gently behind him. She watched him step to her, stopping a hairs width from her, pressing her back against the door and placing his hands on either side of her head.

"Hey," he said, searching her eyes. "You looked stunning, this evening, in the water," he said slowly, his accent disarming her.

"Thank you," she breathed.

"I'm sorry I took so long, it was hard to shake Kellan."

"No problem," she said. She watched his eyes drop to her mouth as she spoke. "He's asleep?"

"Dunno, but he's been quiet for a while. Probably," he said, giving her a crooked grin. It was too infectious, she had to return it with a smile of her own.

"Good."

"I've been wondering something," he began, his lips a whisper away. "Is it just me, or do you feel a tingle on your skin when we're close, like this?" he asked, raising his eyes to hers.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes wide. She watched him nod in agreement, his eyes dropping back to her mouth. He began moving in. This is it, she thought, the beginning. She closed her eyes, waiting for it. It seemed like eternity until his lips pressed firmly to hers. Instantly, it was like the gates restricting years of pent up sexual frustration burst open. At the same time, they parted their lips and angled their heads opposite of each other, their tongues meeting in the middle, as if they'd shared a thousand quickies before. His hands came up to hold her face and deepen the kiss further, his lips moving against hers greedily. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. A ball of need began to burn in her belly, and suddenly she wanted to jump up and wrap her legs tightly around his waist, but she needed him to call the shots. Instead she stood, her hands running quickly over his shoulders and upper back. He pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other as they panted, their eyes hooded but connected. "I can smell you," he growled. "You're arousal is so heady and seductive. What I feel is so unlike anything I've ever felt, so feral and instinctual. Ever since I touched you and sat you on that bar-" He kissed her hard again, crushing her lips against his. After a moment, he dragged his mouth away from hers and began placing sloppy open mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her neck. "I feel the need to possess and mark you as my own," he said against her skin. "I need to taste all of you, memorize your beautiful body."

"Yes," she gasped, as his hands began to roam her body. He nipped her skin where her left shoulder and neck met, sending a flood to dampen her shorts. He inhaled and moaned, sliding his hands up under her tank top. She arched against him as his fingertips brushed the bottom curve of her breasts. He moved his hands back down and grabbed the hem of the tank top in his hands as he raised an eyebrow in question. When he got the affirming nod, he lifted it up over her head, setting her breasts free. Immediately he dropped to his knees and took her left breast in his mouth, trapping her nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. His left hand took it's place on her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. His right hand snaked around the small of her back, holding her against him as she ran her hands roughly through his hair, fisting as she moaned quietly. After treating each of her breasts equally, he brought his hands down over her hips and kissed his way down to the top of her shorts. With one swift movement, he had her shorts down. She stepped out of them, and toed them out of the way as he pulled back to take her in. She watched his eyes move over her slowly, hesitating on her breasts, then continuing on to her bare sex.

"Spread your legs," he said, his voice gravel with need. She quickly did as he asked, then he wrapped his hands securely around her thighs. She watched him lean in, and her pussy began to throb with anticipation. He inhaled deeply and moaned, then surprised her by burying his face in her, no warning. At first she felt bad about getting his beautiful face wet with her arousal, but then it turned her one more thinking he obviously wanted it. She felt his tongue flatten against her and move slowly from her entrance to her landing strip, tasting her completely.

"Rob," she gasped as her knees began to buckle. He chuckled, then lifted her up and took the two steps to the bed, laying her down carefully. He resumed his place between her legs, lifting her hips up to began his feast. She felt his tongue flick her clit a couple times, then slide down and circle her entrance before sliding in. She moaned as he fucked her with his tongue, his hands releasing her thighs to sneak up her torso to her breasts, to play with her nipples. She arched and bucked her hips against him, as his mouth continued it's magic. After another minute, he lifted his head and glanced up at her, and their eyes met. She saw him flash her his crooked smirk, and then she saw stars as his fingers slid into the source of her heat. Reflexively her hips raised up to him as her fingers slid out, then in. She nearly cried when he slid them out, but he brought his mouth back down to flick his tongue over her clit as his fingers worked her entrance. She felt her muscles tighten, then explode. A scream ripped from her throat, not worried about Kellan hearing in another wing of the house.

"Rob," she chanted his name, thrashing her head back and forth as the orgasm crashed through her. As it receded, she looked down at him, still between her legs. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and it made her smile. He sat up and stripped, tossing his clothes onto the floor by hers, then dipped his head and began his climb up her body, placing hot wet kisses up her torso, again taking a moment to pay attention to her breasts. When she felt his hard cock bounce against her pussy, she wiggled her hips, trying her best to position him at her entrance.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her skin in the valley between her breasts. She was becoming impatient. She reached in between them and grasped his cock. She needed him now, so she tugged on him a couple times. He lifted his head and smiled again at her.

"Say it," he said. "Out loud."

"I need your hard cock inside me," she told him.

"Are you on-"

"Yes, the pill," she told him quickly, and he adjusting his body with a smile. She inhaled and raised her hips to meet him, watching his face as he sheathed himself inside her. He groaned and closed his eyes, pausing to enjoy the feeling. He soon started moving his hips slowly, pulling out of her then sliding back in.

"God, you're so wet and hot," he said as he began to move faster. Her nails dug into his lower back as he picked up speed.

"You feel so good," she told him, giving up trying to match his pace, but letting him pound into her. He carefully lifted one of her legs at a time, placing her knees on his shoulders, bracing himself on the bed as he pumped into her faster still. She writhed and panted as his balls slapped her ass with a satisfying smacking sound. She dug her nails in more, encouraging him.

"Fuck, Gracie Jo, you're so wet for me," he breathed. She felt amazing, like he knew she would. He knew they'd be magical together. Ever since he'd set her up on that bar and she'd run her hands through his hair, he couldn't wait to get balls deep in her, and now he was, and it was glorious. She took his cock like a champ, her pussy tightening around him, drawing him in. He looked down at where they joined, and it was better than any porno. He slid in and out of her, glistening like a well oiled piston driving home with every inward stroke. He brought a hand between them and pressed his thumb against her clit and moved in tiny circles against it, drawing out a loud moan from her. "Come on me, Gracie Jo, milk my cock with your tight pussy," he commanded. "I need to feel you come around me, I need you to scream my name." He could tell she was close. "Come with me." He was positive he'd never fucked a girl faster than her before. "Gracie Jo," he said, struggling to pull his eyes away from her bouncing tits to meet her eyes.

"Uh," she gasped, his dirty words replaying in her ears. "Rob," she warned.

"Come on me," he gritted out.

"Rob," she let go of his ass and fisted her hands in the blankets.

"Feel my cock. Come. On. Me. Now." he said through clenched teeth as he pummeled her pussy.

"Fuuuuccckkkk," she moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice elevating with each one, her orgasm so close. When he pinched her clit, that sent her over the edge. "Rob!" she screamed, hardly noticing he was roaring through his own climax. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily, trying to recover.

A/N: Her first time with Rob! Maybe she had a bit more of a connection with Rob than Kellan. What do you think she'll do now that she's experienced both- choose one or juggle both as long as possible?