The nanny’s daring rebellion by the lake
# Candace's Unplanned Dip The late afternoon sun painted Vonore Beach in honeyed gold, and the cool promise of the lake was too tempting to ignore. Candace Tallent, her three charges splashing happily in the shallows, settled onto her towe
Chapter 1
The late afternoon sun painted Vonore Beach in honeyed gold, and the cool promise of the lake was too tempting to ignore. Candace Tallent, her three charges splashing happily in the shallows, settled onto her towel with a contented sigh. The black bikini she’d thrown on felt daring against her skin, the fabric a stark contrast to the soft, sun-warmed curves it strained to contain.
She glanced down, a playful smirk touching her lips as she adjusted a strap. Forty, married, a mother of three—none of that mattered to the summer heat or the way the two-piece clung to every generous inch of her. It was a secret little rebellion, and it felt delicious.
A cheerful shout pulled her gaze from her own reflection in the calm water. “Hey, Mrs. Tallent!”
It was Evan, wading out of the lake with water sluicing down his tall, slim frame. His blond hair was darkened to gold by the water, his blue eyes crinkling with a familiar, easy smile. Wade and Lindsay’s boy. The adopted son of Russell’s old work friends. The connection was a warm, safe thread in her mind—this wasn’t a stranger, this was practically family.
“Well, look at you!” Candace called back, her voice light. “All grown up. What are you doing out here?”
“Just escaping the heat,” he grinned, coming closer. His gaze swept over her briefly, a natural, appreciative glance that didn’t linger but didn’t shy away either. It wasn’t the look of a boy seeing his mom’s friend. It was something else entirely, and a sudden, unexpected thrill shivered up Candace’s spine.
He nodded toward the kids. “Keeping an eye on the troops?”
“Something like that,” she laughed, standing up and brushing sand from her thighs. The motion made her chest sway gently within its scant confines. “I’m melting on this towel. Think I’ll join them.”
The water was heaven, cool and silky against her overheated skin. She waded out until it lapped at her waist, the buoyancy a gentle caress. Evan swam nearby, his long limbs cutting through the water with effortless grace.
“Bet you can’t touch the bottom out by the raft,” he challenged, his tone playful.
“Is that so?” Candace retorted, one eyebrow arching. A spark of her old adventurousness flickered. Without another word, she took a breath and dove, the world going quiet and green. She swam, powerful strokes propelling her through the dim light until her fingers brushed the sandy floor far from shore.
Surfacing with a gasp, she pushed her wet hair back. Evan was treading water right beside the raft, waiting.
“Told you,” she said, breathless and triumphant.
“Yeah, you did,” he agreed, his voice lower now. He was close. So close she could see the droplets clinging to his lashes. His eyes weren’t on her face. They were tracing the path of a water droplet as it slid from her collarbone, over the swollen curve barely contained by her bikini top, and down into the deep valley between. The fabric was transparent now, plastered to her skin, leaving nothing to his—or anyone’s—imagination.
That earlier thrill became a steady, pulsing heat low in her belly. This wasn’t just a friendly glance. This was a young man, the son of their friends, looking at her *like that*. And instead of shame or panic, a wave of pure, feminine power washed over her. Her husband knew this boy’s parents. They’d shared barbecues, stories. That familiar connection didn’t dampen the fire; it stoked it, making this stolen moment feel illicit and safe all at once.
“See something you like?” The words left her mouth before she could stop them, playful and tinged with a boldness she hadn’t felt in years.
Evan’s gaze snapped to hers, his blue eyes wide and dark with surprise, then a slow, answering heat. A grin spread across his face, equal parts mischief and desire.
“Maybe,” he said, his voice a rough murmur meant only for her. “Maybe I do.”
Chapter 2
Candace’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out the distant shrieks of the kids. The cool water lapped at her chin as she let the black fabric of her bikini top slip down her arms. Her heavy breasts floated free, pale and full, just beneath the surface. The water distorted them into soft, shifting moons, visible only to Evan, whose breath hitched audibly.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, his voice rough.
She watched his eyes widen, dark with a hunger that made her own stomach clench in response. The forbidden thrill was electric. This was Wade and Lindsay’s boy. Russell’s friends’ son. The familiar connection wrapped around the act like a silken cord, making it feel dangerously safe.
“See something you like?” she repeated, her own voice lower now, a husky challenge.
“God, yes,” Evan breathed, drifting closer. His hand came up beneath the water, fingers skimming the surface until they found the soft, yielding curve of one floating breast. He cupped it, his thumb brushing over a taut nipple. “You’re incredible.”
A sharp gasp escaped Candace’s lips at the contact. It was so direct, so brazen. She arched into his touch, the submission a heady drug. “You can’t tell a soul,” she murmured, locking eyes with him. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a serious, heated intensity. “Especially not Wade and Lindsay. They would have a fit.”
Evan’s other hand found her waist, pulling her flush against him in the buoyant water. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her belly through their swimsuits. “Our secret,” he vowed, dipping his head to murmur against her ear. “Just for us.”
He bent lower, his mouth trailing a hot path down her throat. Candace’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in his wet hair as his lips closed over one puckered peak just above the waterline. The suckling pull was exquisite, sending a jolt straight to her core. She bit back a moan, her hips rocking instinctively against him.
“The kids…” she managed to pant, even as she ground against the rigid outline of his cock.
Evan pulled back, his lips glistening. “They’re fine,” he said, nodding toward the shore where the three boys were engrossed in a sandcastle. “They can’t see a thing.” His hand slid from her breast down over her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms. His fingers parted her folds, finding her slick and ready. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
Candace shuddered, clutching his shoulders for support as his finger circled her clit. “Evan…”
“Tell me you want this,” he urged, his blue eyes blazing with need. “Tell me you want me to touch you right here, where nobody can see.”
It was the dirtiest talk she’d heard in years, and it unraveled her completely. “Yes,” she hissed, pressing herself against his probing hand. “Touch me. Please.”
Chapter 3
The hunger in Evan’s eyes was a physical force. Taking a shaky breath, Candace placed her hands on his shoulders, turned in the water, and presented her back to him. The cool lake lapped at her shoulder blades as she pressed herself backward, the full, rounded swell of her ass finding the hard ridge of his cock trapped beneath his swim trunks.
“Just so you remember,” she whispered over her shoulder, her voice a husky mix of warning and invitation. “I’m twice your age.” She ground against him slowly, feeling him jerk in response. “Your dad’s friend’s wife.”
“I know exactly who you are,” Evan groaned, his hands settling on her wide hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot.”
His crude words sent another jolt of pure lust straight through her. She reached one hand back, under the water, fumbling for the waistband of his trunks. Her fingers found the rigid length of him, freed it, and guided the slick head to her entrance.
“Fuck me right here,” she breathed, arching her back and pushing her ass out further. “But keep it quiet. The kids can’t hear us.”
With a low growl of assent, Evan gripped her hips tighter. He pushed forward, and Candace gasped as he filled her in one slow, deep stroke. The water offered no friction, only a shocking, intimate warmth as he seated himself completely inside her.
“Oh, God,” she choked out, her head falling forward. He felt huge, stretching her perfectly.
“You okay?” he murmured, his lips against the back of her neck.
“Don’t stop,” was her only answer, pushing back against him.
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that made the water swirl around their joined bodies. Each inward stroke was a claim, each pullback a sweet torment. Candace bit down on her own forearm to muffle her cries, the taste of lake water and skin on her tongue.
“You feel so good,” Evan panted behind her, his thrusts gaining a little speed, a little force. “So damn tight for a mom.”
The dirty talk, coupled with the illicit thrill of their location and their connection, coiled the tension in her belly tighter and tighter. She could feel her own climax building, a rising tide threatening to pull her under, but she fought it, clinging to the exquisite edge. This wasn’t the end; this was the stolen heart of the afternoon.
“Harder,” she whispered into the crook of her arm, rocking back to meet him. “Just… don’t let me go yet.”
Chapter 4
They stayed locked together, panting, the lapping water a gentle mockery of their frantic rhythm. Evan finally pulled back, leaving her aching and full of him. Candace turned, her chest heaving, her heavy breasts floating between them.
She reached up and brushed a wet lock of hair from his forehead, her voice a playful, breathless murmur. “Let that be a lesson, young man. You haven’t ever had any pussy like mine. And you better not tell a single soul.”
Evan’s hands slid from her hips up the soft expanse of her thighs beneath the water, his touch possessive. “Tell anyone?” he breathed, his blue eyes locked on hers. “And ruin the best secret on this whole lake? No way.”
His fingers traced the inside of her thigh, higher and higher until they brushed the slick, tender flesh his cock had just vacated. Candace’s breath caught.
“You feel so incredible,” Evan whispered, his voice husky with awe and renewed hunger. He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
Before she could answer, he was moving, one arm slipping around her waist to guide her. “Come on.”
“Where?” Candace asked, letting herself be led, the water swirling around her knees as they waded toward the shore.
“Somewhere we can’t be seen.”
He steered them behind a thick cluster of willow trees whose branches trailed into the water, creating a natural, shadowy alcove just a few yards from the beach. The sand here was softer, sheltered. They were hidden from the kids and any passing boats, but the distant, cheerful shouts were a constant, thrilling reminder of how exposed they almost were.
Evan sank to his knees in the shallow water, his hands urging her down with him until she was sitting on the submerged sand, the water lapping at her waist. He positioned himself between her spread legs, his gaze dropping hungrily to her core.
“This is insane,” Candace gasped, but she was already arching her back, offering herself.
“It’s perfect,” he corrected, his voice low. Then he bowed his head.
The first stroke of his tongue was a slow, deliberate exploration from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Candace cried out, slapping a hand over her own mouth. The sensation was shockingly intimate, more vulnerable than anything they’d done yet. He was studying her, learning her with a devotion that made her head spin.
“Oh my God, Evan…”
“Shhh,” he murmured against her wet folds before diving back in. This time his mouth was greedier, his tongue circling and flicking over her swollen clit before plunging deep inside her. One hand came up to cradle her ass, holding her open for him, while the other found a floating breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers.
The dual stimulation, combined with the illicit thrill of their hiding spot—so close to being discovered by people who knew them both—coiled a tight, unbearable spring in her belly. She tangled her fingers in his damp hair, not pushing him away, but holding on as waves of pleasure built with each lick and suck.
“Right there,” she pleaded in a choked whisper, her hips lifting off the sandy bottom to meet his mouth. “Don’t stop… please.”
Chapter 5
Candace’s fingers tightened in Evan’s damp hair, not as a guide but as a demand. Her other hand pressed down on the soft sand, anchoring her as she lifted her hips higher, offering herself completely to his mouth.
He didn’t need further encouragement. With a groan of pure hunger, he buried his face between her slick thighs, his tongue finding her entrance with unerring accuracy before sliding up to circle her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Candace gasped, her head falling back into the shallow water. The sensation was overwhelming—the hot, wet pull of his mouth, the cool lap of the lake against her skin, the distant, innocent shouts of the children they were hiding from. “Just like that, baby. Taste me.”
Evan’s response was a muffled affirmation against her flesh, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, holding her open as he feasted on her. His tongue was relentless, alternating between deep, probing thrusts and quick, fluttering flicks that made her toes curl in the sand.
“You like how I taste?” she managed to pant, her voice trembling with the effort of staying quiet.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening. “I fucking love it,” he growled, his blue eyes dark and serious as they met hers. “You taste like… honey and sin.” Then he dove back in, sucking her clit gently between his lips before letting his tongue resume its dedicated work.
The dual awareness was intoxicating. This was Wade and Lindsay’s sweet boy, their adopted son, and he was on his knees worshipping her pussy like it was his only purpose. The familial connection didn’t dampen the fire; it poured gasoline on it. Her husband had shared beers with this boy’s father. They’d laughed together at barbecues. And now Evan’s tongue was tracing every secret fold of her, making her gasp and shudder.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hips beginning a helpless, rocking rhythm against his mouth. “Make me feel good… but don’t let me… not yet.” The command was a thrilling contradiction, a plea to push her to the very edge of the cliff but not let her fall over. She wanted to hover there, in this illicit, perfect tension forever.
Evan understood perfectly. He slowed his pace, gentling his sucks to long, lavish licks that spread the heat through her core without tipping her over. He looked up at her from between her thighs, a possessive, playful gleam in his eyes.
“You’re in charge,” he murmured against her sensitive skin, his breath a hot caress. “You tell me when, Mrs. Tallent.”
The use of her married name, so formal and so dirty in this context, sent a fresh shiver through her. She guided his head back with the hand tangled in his hair, ensuring his mouth stayed exactly where she needed it, controlling the rhythm and pressure as the pleasure built again into a tight, shimmering coil deep inside her. It was a delicious torment, and she had no intention of ending it anytime soon.
Chapter 6
The world narrowed to the wet heat of Evan’s mouth, the tight ache of pleasure coiling in Candace’s core. She was right there, balanced on the knife’s edge, his tongue a relentless artist painting her towards oblivion. Then, a distant, muffled buzzing cut through the haze.
“Shh,” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair to still him. “Wait.”
Evan lifted his face, panting, his lips slick and swollen. “What?”
“My phone,” she breathed, listening. The buzzing came again, persistent, from the direction of her abandoned beach bag. The specific ringtone—a jauntily strummed guitar riff—pierced the humid air. *Russell.*
A wild thrill shot through her, sharper than any touch. Her husband was calling while a boy who called him “Uncle” had his mouth between her legs.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Candace whispered, her voice low and commanding. She fumbled for her bag on the sandbank, her fingers clumsy. She pulled out the phone just as it was about to go to voicemail. “Hello?”
“Hey, honey.” Russell’s familiar, cheerful voice filled her ear. “Just checking in. How’s the beach?”
Evan watched her, his blue eyes dark with a predatory gleam. He saw her hesitation, the flush on her chest, the way she bit her lip. As she opened her mouth to answer, he moved.
“Oh, it’s… it’s perfect,” Candace managed, trying to keep her voice even.
Evan’s hands slid under her thighs, lifting her legs high and wide, spreading her open again to the fading sun. Before she could react, his head dipped back down—but not to where she expected.
His warm, wet tongue swiped boldly upwards, past her soaked pussy, over her perineum, and landed squarely on the tight, forbidden pucker of her ass.
Candace jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips before she could stifle it.
“You okay?” Russell asked.
“Yeah! Yeah,” she breathed out, squeezing her eyes shut as Evan’s tongue pressed insistently against that intimate ring of muscle. She instinctively tried to close her thighs, but his strong hands held her firmly apart, his grip unyielding. “Just… a goose walked over my grave.”
She heard Russell chuckle on the other end of the line as Evan’s tongue delved deeper, licking and probing with filthy dedication. The dual sensation was unbearable—the mundane conversation with her husband and the utterly taboo violation happening just inches from where his best friend’s son was feasting on her.
“Kids behaving?” Russell asked.
“Mmhmm,” Candace hummed, arching her back as Evan buried his face deeper, his nose nudging against her sensitive flesh. She dug her free hand into the sand for purchase. “They’re… they’re angels.”
“Good. Listen, I’ve gotta run this compressor test. I’ll be another two hours at least.”
Two hours. An eternity of possibility stretched before her. Evan’s tongue swirled, and a moan caught in her throat.
“Okay… darling,” she forced out. “We’ll… we’ll be here.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.” She ended the call and dropped the phone into the sand as if it had burned her.
Her eyes flew open to find Evan looking up at her, his expression one of wicked triumph. “He say he loves you?” he murmured, his breath hot against her most private skin.
A powerful, shameful wave of arousal crested within her. “Yes,” she confessed.
“Good,” Evan growled. Then he dove back in with renewed fervor, his tongue spearing into her ass with a purpose that made her cry out.
“Oh my god… Evan… don’t stop,” Candace begged, her head falling back. “Please don’t stop.” Her hands found his hair again, not to guide but to crush his face against her, surrendering completely to the delicious, filthy tension of being split open by his mouth while her husband’s voice still echoed in her ears.
Chapter 7
The power was shifting. That filthy, profound sensation of being claimed was still pulsing through her, but a different need rose in Candace—a hunger to dominate the very instrument of her pleasure. She looked down at Evan, his handsome face glistening with her arousal, his chest heaving. She wanted to taste his control.
“My turn,” she purred, her voice husky with intent. She nudged him back onto the sun-warmed sandbank. “Lay down.”
Evan’s eyes widened, then darkened with anticipation. He obeyed without a word, settling back on his elbows. His cock stood up thick and proud against his stomach, flushed and glistening at the tip.
“Oh my god,” Candace breathed, her fingers wrapping around the base. She was genuinely surprised by its size—long and thick, a beautiful, heavy weight in her hand. “It’s real nice, Evan.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth in one slow, deliberate glide. The taste of clean skin and salt filled her senses. She hollowed her cheeks, working him deeper until the head bumped the back of her throat. She relaxed her jaw, swallowing around him, and let him slide even further in.
A guttural groan ripped from Evan’s chest. “Fuck, Candace…”
Encouraged, she began to move, establishing a rhythm, her tongue swirling along the sensitive underside. But Evan was done being passive. His hands came up to cradle her head, his fingers tangling in her wet hair.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hips giving an involuntary thrust upwards. “Take it all.”
Candace tried to nod, to show him she could handle it, but his grip tightened. He guided her head down, pushing himself deeper than she had managed on her own. The thick length invaded her throat, stretching it, stealing her air. Her eyes watered instantly.
“Swallow that dick, whore,” he commanded, holding her there, impaled on him. The pressure was immense, overwhelming. Black spots danced at the edges of her vision.
All she could do was nod her head yes in frantic agreement, her body thrumming with a submissive thrill so deep it felt like truth. He owned this moment, and she reveled in it.
Finally, he released the pressure just enough for her to gasp a wet breath before pulling her back down again. The rhythm he set was brutal and perfect—a deep, claiming piston that made her gag and moan around him in equal measure. Each time he filled her throat, she felt a corresponding pulse of heat between her own legs. This was her turn, but he was still in charge, and that was exactly how she wanted it.
Chapter 8
The words were a raw, molten truth pouring from her lips. “Fuck my mouth, Evan. Hard as you want. I want to feel your balls slap my face.”
Evan’s blue eyes, always playful, darkened with pure carnal fire. He gripped the back of her head with both hands, his fingers twisting in her wet blond hair. “You’re such a greedy little whore, Candace,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Open wide.”
She did, her jaw going slack in eager submission. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried his length deep down her throat again. This time, she was ready. She relaxed her muscles, letting him claim the space, moaning around the intrusion as his pelvis met her lips and the tight sack of his balls slapped wetly against her chin.
“That’s it,” he panted, setting a brutal pace. “Take it all, you fucking slut.”
The obscenity, coming from the mouth of Wade and Lindsay’s sweet adopted son, sent a violent shudder of pleasure through her core. She braced her hands on his thighs, staying on her knees in the shallow water as he used her mouth with primal force. The rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* of his skin against her face was the only sound besides their ragged breathing and the distant laughter of the kids.
Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock glistening and slick from her throat. “Suck my balls,” he commanded, breathless. “Now.”
Without hesitation, Candace leaned forward, capturing the heavy sac in her mouth. She laved it with her tongue, sucking gently, then more firmly, intoxicated by the musky scent and taste of him, by her own shamelessness.
“Yeah… just like that,” he groaned.
One of his hands released her hair and snaked down between them. His fingers found one of her rock-hard nipples straining against the soaked black bikini top and pinched it sharply.
A muffled cry of pleasure-pain vibrated from Candace’s throat around his balls. The sensation was electric, a direct line of fire to her pulsing clit. She’d never felt so thoroughly owned, so deliciously debased.
Evan pulled his balls from her mouth and guided his cock back between her swollen lips. “You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, pounding into her again. “You love being my secret little lake slut.”
All she could do was moan her agreement, a guttural, desperate sound that urged him on. The forbidden thrill was an addictive current coursing through her veins. She was a forty-year-old mother on her knees for a boy who called her parents friends ‘Mom and Dad,’ and she had never been more turned on in her life.
Chapter 9
Candace’s whispered command was a raw, desperate sound. Evan’s answering smirk was pure, wicked heat. He gripped her hips, turning her away from the water to face a thick pine tree at the edge of their hidden alcove.
“Against the tree,” he ordered, his voice husky. “Watch the lake.”
She pressed her front against the rough bark, the sensation a delicious counterpoint to the fever in her skin. He moved behind her, his body blanketing hers as he guided himself. The broad head of his cock nudged against her soaked entrance.
“Please,” she breathed, pushing her hips back.
He gave her just the tip, a shallow, tantalizing penetration that made her gasp. Then he pulled completely out.
“Evan,” she whined, the plea cracking in her throat.
“You want it?” he taunted, his lips against her ear. He pressed the head in again, a maddening inch. Her inner muscles clenched around nothing, desperate for his fullness. “Ask nicer.”
She rocked back again, trying to impale herself, but he was stronger. He held his ground, denying her. “God… please fuck me. Please, Evan. I need it so bad.”
“You’re dripping for me,” he observed, his tone a mix of awe and cruelty. He slid the head in once more, and a fresh trickle of her arousal slicked his length. “See? You’re making a mess.”
Her world narrowed to that point of impossible friction. “I don’t care! Just… fill me up. Fuck your parents’ friend. Do it.”
That did it. A low groan ripped from his chest. In one powerful, unyielding thrust, he buried himself to the root, his pelvis slapping against her ass.
The feeling of being suddenly, completely full wrenched a ragged scream from Candace’s lips. Her legs buckled, but he held her upright, pinned between him and the tree. A cataclysmic orgasm detonated deep within her the second he was fully seated, her pussy convulsing around his invading thickness in wave after shocking wave.
“Oh fuck… yes!” Evan hissed, feeling her clamp down on him. He didn’t pause, didn’t give her a second to recover. He pulled back and drove into her again, setting a relentless, deep rhythm.
Candace’s vision swam. Coherent thought was impossible. Each pump of his hips prolonged the intense spasms, sending fresh shocks through her overloaded system. She was babbling, a stream of breathy, shattered sounds. “Don’t… stop… ohgodohgod… it’s still… happening…”
He fucked her through it, his pace unwavering. The tree shuddered with their motion. Through the curtain of pine needles, she could see the serene lake, the distant shapes of her son and his friends playing—a world away from the raw, forbidden joining happening in the shadows.
“You feel that?” he grunted, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. “You’re still coming for me.”
All she could do was nod frantically against the bark, her body no longer her own but a vessel for this endless, shocking pleasure he commanded from it.
Chapter 10
The slow, deep grind went on and on, the rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. Candace’s arms trembled on the soft bed of pine needles, but the pleasure coursing through her was a potent anesthetic.
“God, your stamina,” she breathed, the words coming out in a husky rasp. “It’s been twenty years… since I was with a guy your age. I forgot what this felt like.”
Evan’s hands tightened on her hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass. He pulled her back onto him with a firm, possessive tug, burying himself to the hilt. “Forgot what what felt like?” he teased, his voice thick with exertion.
“This,” she moaned, rocking back to meet his next slow thrust. “The endurance. You just… keep going. I thought it’d be a quick thing in the water and done.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through where they were joined. “Told you I was just getting started.” He slid almost all the way out, letting her feel every ridge and vein on his slick length before surging forward again, stretching her deliciously wide. “You like how that feels? All of it?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her head dropping between her shoulders. “I love it. I haven’t been fucked like this… so thoroughly… in a long time.”
One of his hands released her hip and fisted in her damp blonde hair. He pulled gently until her head came up, her back arching. “Say it again,” he demanded, his pace never faltering.
She knew what he wanted. The taboo of it sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to her core. “I’m being a good little whore for you today,” she panted, the admission both shameful and electrifying.
“Damn right you are,” he growled approvingly, rewarding her with a particularly deep, grinding stroke that made her see stars. He released her hair, his hand returning to its grip on her waist as he settled back into that endless, luxurious pace. The forest air was filled with the sounds of their skin meeting, her soft whimpers, and his controlled breaths—a symphony of their forbidden secret, playing on a loop with no end in sight.
Chapter 11
“Yes! Oh, fuck… Evan, I’m cumming again!” Candace’s voice shattered into a sharp, keening cry as her body clenched hard around him, the orgasm ripping through her with relentless intensity. She watched through a blurry haze, mesmerized as his slick cock continued its methodical slide in and out of her swollen pussy, her own fingers circling furiously on her clit to drag out the shudders.
The distant call sliced through the buzzing in her ears. “*Moooom!*”
Her body went rigid, the pleasure instantly laced with panic. Evan froze, buried deep inside her. They both held their breath. The call came again, faint but unmistakable, from the direction of the beach. “Mrs. Tallent! Can we get the water guns?”
“Shit,” Candace hissed, scrambling to pull away. They moved in a frantic, silent dance, grabbing for discarded bits of her black bikini. Evan’s hand closed over her wrist, stopping her. He pulled her close, his mouth hot against her ear.
“We’re not done,” he whispered, his voice a low, possessive rumble. “When they’re busy, you’re mine again. I’m gonna bend you over that fallen log and fuck you until you forget your own name. You understand me, you greedy little slut?”
A fresh wave of heat, potent and shameful, washed over her. She could only nod, her breath catching.
They dressed with frantic speed, emerging from the tree line just as Kyle, Jared, and Leo trotted up. “There you are!” Kyle said, holding up a bucket. “Can we get the super-soakers from the car? Please?”
“Of course, baby,” Candace said, her voice miraculously steady. She smoothed her damp hair, feeling Evan’s cum leaking down her inner thigh. “Go ahead. The keys are in my bag on the towel.”
The boys whooped and dashed off, their mission all-consuming. The moment they disappeared over the small dune, Evan’s hand was on her shoulder, turning her. “Now,” he said, his blue eyes dark with intent.
He led her back into the deeper cover, to a spot where a massive oak had fallen years ago. True to his word, he guided her to bend over the moss-covered trunk. The rough bark bit into her palms. He didn’t ask this time. He just pushed her bikini bottoms aside and drove into her from behind in one hard, claiming stroke.
“Oh, God!” she gasped, the sudden fullness stealing her breath.
“Watch,” he commanded, his voice tight. He reached around her hip, his fingers spreading her open. “Watch me take what’s mine.”
She looked down, her gaze foggy with lust. The sight was obscenely beautiful: his hips pistoning, his thick, glistening cock vanishing into her slick, used pussy and reappearing, coated in her arousal. The rhythmic, wet sounds filled the quiet forest. She moaned, her own hand sliding between her legs to rub frantic circles over her clit as she watched their relentless union.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his pace quickening, becoming rougher. “Play with yourself. Make yourself come on my cock while you watch me wreck this married pussy.”
“Evan… I can’t… it’s too much,” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, arching back to meet his thrusts. The coil in her belly wound impossibly tight again, fed by the visual, the filthy talk, the utter taboo of it all. The pleasure built, a towering wave she knew would break any second.
Chapter 12
The raw command in his voice sent a final shudder through her, but it also ignited a new, greedy defiance. With his cock still buried deep inside her from behind, she reached back and pushed against his hip. "No," she panted, the word thick with want. "My turn."
She pulled away, her pussy making a wet, sucking sound as she freed herself. Turning, she saw the surprise and lust in his blue eyes. She didn't ask. She simply pushed him backward until his shoulders met the soft, mossy ground beside the fallen oak.
"Lay back," she ordered, her voice husky.
Evan complied, a slow grin spreading across his face as he watched her strip her bikini bottoms away completely. She knelt over him, guiding his rigid cock with one trembling hand. She lowered herself onto him, inch by exquisite inch, biting her lip hard enough to taste copper.
"Fuck, Candace," he groaned, his hands coming to rest on her full hips.
She sank down until her ass met his thighs, taking every last bit of him inside her tight, slick heat. A choked gasp escaped her throat. "Oh, god… Evan… it feels like you're all the way in my throat."
She began to move, a slow, rocking grind that made them both moan. It wasn't frantic; it was possessive. She watched his face contort with pleasure beneath her, feeling a powerful thrill of control. She started to pick up the pace, rising higher before slamming back down, the wet slap of skin-on-skin beginning to echo around them.
Her phone rang.
It was the shrill, familiar tone reserved for Russell. They froze, the sound a bucket of ice water dumped on their fevered skin. For a second, shame clawed at her. Then something else—a hot, rebellious fury—rose up to swallow it.
"Don't you dare stop," she hissed at Evan as she fumbled for her bag beside them. "Not a sound."
She found the phone and swiped to answer, bringing it to her ear as she settled back down onto his hardness with a deliberate, sinful roll of her hips. "Hey, honey," she breathed into the receiver, her voice miraculously light.
Evan’s hands tightened on her hips. As Russell’s voice crackled through the line—something about dinner plans—Evan pulled her down hard while lifting his own hips off the ground, driving himself impossibly deeper inside her.
Candace’s vision blurred. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a silent scream of pleasure tore through her core. She could hear Russell talking, but the words were just noise.
"Uh-huh… yeah…" she managed to grind out, her body beginning to move of its own volition, rocking back and forth on Evan’s cock in a rhythm that had nothing to do with her husband on the phone.
It was too much. The sensation, the taboo, the sheer wrongness of it all fused into a single point of blinding heat. She couldn't form another word.
"Fuck him," she suddenly gasped into the phone, not caring if Russell heard the desperation. She ended the call and tossed the phone into the grass. "Fuck him," she repeated, staring down at Evan with wild eyes. "Cause I need you to fuck me now, Evan."
He didn't need telling twice. With a guttural sound, he took over, his hands gripping her hips like vices as he began to piston up into her from below. Candace cried out, throwing her head back as she started to bounce in earnest on his cock, her full tits jumping with every impact. The smacking sounds of their colliding bodies were loud and obscene in the quiet forest glade.
She didn't care about being quiet anymore. Moans poured from her mouth unchecked.
"Look at me," Evan demanded through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming brutal and deep. His blue eyes were dark pools of possession. "Look at me, whore."
Candace forced her gaze down to meet his, her breath coming in ragged sobs. The visual connection was electric—seeing the raw hunger on the face of her husband's friend's son as he pounded into her married pussy made her feel owned and utterly debased in the best way.
"Watch my eyes," he grunted again, holding her stare as he fucked up into her with relentless force, "while I wreck this married pussy."