Page 52 of Just Joshing
He swam over, pulling himself from the pool. Water flowed in rivets down his chest and legs. He shook his head, sending droplets flying.
This is pure pool porn. Colin Firth's Mr. Darcy, Jason Momoa's Aquaman or any of the Hemsworth brothers couldn't have turned me on any more than this man in this moment. His beautiful tanned skin, his gloriously full mouth, coupled with his toned torso drove me crazy.
I won't fuck Josh, I won't fuck Josh, I won't-
"You better stop looking at me like that." He picked up a towel, running it over his chest. Our eyes met, held. I knew he could see the desire blazing in mine. My cheeks warmed, my breasts feeling heavy and sensitive. My thighs clenched, heat pooling deep in my core.
"Or what?" I asked.
He threw the towel aside, stalking over. Josh dropped down, hands bracing him three inches above me on the bed. Water dropped onto my skin; goosebumps rose.
"Or I'll fuck you out here where anyone could see." His lips quirked up. "And I wouldn't stop if someone interrupted. They'd quickly learn that you're mine."
That shouldn't have turned me on. I shouldn't have gotten hotter, my pussy throbbing at his possessive words.
"Fuck," he pressed his crotch to mine, grinding. "That turned you on, didn’t it?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
He sells she orgasms by the pool… floor? Not my best rhyme but entirely appropriate given the circumstance.
Josh groaned, pulling himself back. "Jesucristo, you're dangerous."
Laughter bubbled up, bursting free, "How?"
He withdrew, pushing back to stand. "Far too tempting." He held out a hand, helping me up.
"Come querida, let's order pizza and find those tapes."
???
We'd spent two hours trawling through bedrooms, closets and the attic to find three boxes, large boxes, of old VHS tapes.
"God bless, Ma. She never throws anything away." Josh opened one of the boxes, blowing dust off the top tape.
"Do you even have a VHS machine?" I queried, trailing him through the house.
"Oh, ye of little faith." He dropped the box in front of an elaborate entertainment unit in the den. He flung the doors open revealing an old VHS machine, calling with a dramatic flourish of his hands, "ta-dah!"
"God, this is going to be an experience." I placed the pizza and six pack on the coffee table, sinking cross-legged on the floor.
"This," Josh tapped the box, "is some of my best work."
"I highly doubt that." I grinned, reaching for the first box. "But it is your origin story."
"And Sam's."
"And Sam's." I agreed, pulling open the first box. "Quick, grab the other boxes. I'm hungry and the pizza's getting cold."
We ate, trading jabs as we sorted through the tapes.
"Do you remember when you first started filming?" I asked, taking a long pull of the cold beer.
Josh tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling. "Maybe third grade. I got a camcorder for Christmas. I think they wanted me to record the family but then Sam and I started directing movies and…" he shrugged.
I dug through the box, lifting a tape out at random. "Oh god." I started cackling. "It’s Dragon Slayers," I held up the tape triumphantly. "We have got to watch this."
Josh groaned, reaching for me. "No! Let my failures die."
