She moved against him, wiggling and grinding her ass against his hard cock. She leaned back and captured his mouth his hers, teasing his lips with her tongue. "Love you," she breathed. It felt so good to finally say the words.
Marc groaned into Chelsea's mouth as her ass wiggled against his cock. He dropped one hand between her legs and fingered her clit back and forth. With his other hand he cupped a breast and pinched her nipple between the knuckles of his middle and ring fingers.
He pulled her up, her ass sliding along his stomach until his cock sprang free of the confines it had been in. He lowered her, and guiding the head with his finger tips, slowly impaled her pussy until she sat on him.
He ran the hand from he breath up to her throat and held her neck firmly while toying with her clit faster than he had been. "No up and down baby, just wiggle and rotate your hips, make love to me."
Chelsea smiled and did as told, rocking her hips back and forth slowly. She lightly grasped his wrist below the hand that held her throat, and her breathing quickly became rapid and shallow, and small moans escaped her as he toyed with her clit.
Marc nibbled on the fatty part of her earlobe and heatedly growled, "Good girl."
The sensation of her pussy clutching at his cock as she wiggled and rolled on top of him was amazing. He would swear he could feel every part of her in this position.
He raised his hand from her crotch and pulled on a nipple before dropping it back in place. "Tug on your nipples baby, make them ache."
Between his fingers playing with her, and the growl of his voice, her body shivered. She made a noise of frustration while his hand momentarily went to her breast and tweaked a nipple.
She hesitated a slight moment before moving her hands to her chest and pulled gently on her nipples. Chelsea sighed, closing her eyes and losing herself to him.
Marc worked Chelsea's clit like it were the trigger on a first person shooter. Varying his speed and pressure building her higher and higher. The hand that had been on her neck he dropped down and worked it between her ads and his hip.
He squeezed her cheek, the middle finger not quite pressing into her starry bud, but never quite out of contact with it either.
His hands worked in tandem, squeezing, kneading, her body as he began flexing his ads muscles thrusting his cock up marginally.
Biting her bottom lip, she made a poor effort to stifle another moan. The water splashed up around them as she squirmed and thrashed against him, orgasm rolling through her. "Marc," she breathed, head falling back against his shoulder.
Her hands went to his his between her legs, attempting to still his fingers as they began to overwhelm her.
Marc nibbled on her shoulder, his hand easily staving off her attempts to dislodge it. His other hand pried her ads cheek farther to the side allowing the tip of his middle finger to press into her ass up to the joint.
Marc held onto Chelsea as her orgasm shook her body. His cock throbbed hungrily with in her, as she came back around he kissed her deeply.
Lifting her up and off of him, he leaned her torso against one of the sides and aimed a jet at her pussy. Once situated he maneuvered behind her, then grasped his cock and slid it up and down from anus to clit and back.
He lined the head of his cock with her pussy, then slowly filled her up.
Chelsea shivered and twitched as she came back down, still gasping for breath with he kissed her.
If she could have formed the words, she would have protested his moving her off of him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but he was behind her and filling her once more before she knew it and she pushed her hips back into him.
Marc wrapped his left hand up in her long red hair and pulled back, like a pair of reins as he began hammering into her. His right hand had a white knuckled grip on her hip. Between the two he pushed her forward as he pulled back, then yanked her back as he fired his hips forward.
Water sloshed over the edges as he fucked Chelsea as hard as he could. The love making was behind them for now, this was raw power rutting. His balls slapped back and forth from her clit to his thighs with enough force he worried a moment he might bruise them. If so he thought a price well paid.
As Chelsea's orgasm washed over her, Marc's cock was gripped tightly by her pussy, trying to rip it off at the base as momento. He felt his balls tighten, cock swell, and threw his head back as his orgasm roared through him.
Jet after her of his white hot cum shot deep into Chelsea, and he let go of her hair to grasp her hips to hold him upright. He leaned forward, balancing his weight between his feet and her ass.
His breaths cane in heavy games for a little while and after he caught it he said, "We need our own damn place."
Chelsea leaned against the side of the hot tub, forehead resting on her hands as she slowly got her breathing under control and her heart rate came back down. She smiled at him over her shoulder. "You mean you don't like sneaking around like teenagers?" Not that she really had much room to talk, she was still technically a teen.
Her face reddened a bit as she heard some murmurs from the other side of the fence. "I think we may have had an audience," she added softly with a slightly nervous laugh.
Marc looked at the fence and shrugged, "Maybe next time charge admission?"
He ran his hand along the back of her thigh and across her ads. "And, we need our own place so we can be us. Like tying you down across the top of the hot tub, for instance."
He smiled at her, "This one didn't habe any eye hooks."
"Oh geeze, what did I get myself into?" she groaned while poorly fighting off a grin.
Unhurriedly she stood more upright and turned to face him, and clasped her hands together behind his neck. "Do you really want to get a place together?" Her face sobered a bit, the realist in her coming through. "You don't think it's too soon?"
Marc sat down in the hot tub and pulled Chelsea onto his lap again. He looked at her a moment then shrugged. "If I had met you five days ago, then yes. But we have known each other our entire lives."
He kissed her and finished, "I don't have an answer to that. You have seem me at close to my worst. What do you think your folks would say?"
"I don't know." Chelsea made herself comfortable on his lap, letting her head rest against his shoulder. "You've heard mom, she apparently has been waiting for ages for us to get together. Dad... Probably won't like it at first, but I'm sure he'd come around." She waved her hand back and forth absently in the water. "I think Chaz is going to be the difficult one."
"I guess?" She hadn't really seriously entertained the idea of moving out before that moment. She closed her eyes, the stroke of his fingers up and down her back having a soothing effect. "I can pick up more shifts at the diner too."
Marc's voice reverted to cop voice as he shook his head emphatically, "Absolutely not. I will not be my father, and you will get your nursing license."
He kissed her neck, partly apologetically, "Worst case scenario is I re-up and we figure it out as we go."
He turned her head toward him, "I would rather lose you completely than for us to be like my parents."
Chelsea eyed him cautiously as he practically scolded her for the idea of picking up more shifts at work. She shook her head, saying, "You are not your father, and you never will be like him." She brushed her hand across his cheek. "And I didn't mean I would drop out of school. I can work another day or two and I'd be fine."
Marc leaned into her hand and said, "I would rather devote that energy into graduating earlier."
He looked over at the pizza box to grab another slice, and saw that is was soaked through. Laughing, he quipped, "Looks like we aren't supposed to eat tonight."