In due course she had two more very strong lemon drops, and her feet were dangling in the pool like his. Jack had downed another half-bottle of Tovaritch!, but it was difficult to tell how it was affecting him. She imagined that, being so huge, it would take quite a bit to get him going; add to that the fact that he was probably a heavyweight drinker to begin with.
But three lemon drops was what it took for her to gather up the courage to get in the pool.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” he asked as she stood up and headed back toward the house.
“I said I’ll be right back!” she called back to him with a laugh.
Before she knew it, she was standing at the top of the stairs in the bikini, towel wrapped around her waist to hide from the chilly air while she was in transit to the pool. She sucked in a breath, steeled her nerves, and went back outside.
“Oh, what’s this?” he said, cocking a brow at her as she pitter-pattered up to the edge of the pool and got in to the first step. The water was pleasantly warm – heated to the 70’s at least. The towel was still wrapped tightly around her waist, though, and she was suddenly hesitant to toss it aside. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” she said, staring at her toes through the water. Pool lights made everything look funny. “I just…”
He chuckled. “You think I haven’t seen a woman in a bathing suit before? You look great. Just get in!”
That’s not what I wanted to hear!
Brooke went red as she fingered the edge of the towel. Suddenly, it was off and she was in the water before any more doubts could stop her. Feeling very exposed, and rather cold, she quickly submerged herself up to her chest to try and hide from his gaze, staying along the side of the pool further from him.
“Better?” he asked, cocking his head and grabbing a second bottle.
“It’s actually really… really nice.” Brooke tried answering normally, tried pretending that this was a normal situation, but shyness was beginning to crowd the other emotions she was feeling. Moreover, this was not normal.
Jack made a faint, breathy ‘hum’ in satisfaction, sucking down more vodka as he looked away. Brooke looked away too, focusing on the swim, on the depth of the water, on the temperature… anything but him. And when she did glance his way, trying to avoid taking in his massive form, she saw his expression, framed as it was by wisps of hair not long enough to stay in the stubby ponytail. He was looking away, and it seemed rather deliberate. To her detective’s mind, it spoke of a longing – a longing he was trying to bury for good.
Brooke swam, leaving the shallows of the pool and doing a few laps, holding her breath for as long as she could manage. When she made it to the deep end again, she forewent another, and instead let herself sink to the bottom to feel the pressure of 12 feet of water above her. To feel her own heavily beating pulse.
The pool was disturbed, suddenly, and she opened her eyes just long enough to see a pair of huge legs slip in, followed by the billowing white of a sheet now submerged. Brooke’s airless lungs ached for breath, though, and she came up. In front of her, up to his chest in the water, was Jack.
“Mind if I join you?”
Brooke brought her knees up as she tread along in the deep end. “S-sure.” She forced a smile.
He seemed to enjoy the floating, holding the sheet down between his legs or it would drift around in the water. “We should switch spots,” he said, pointing at her end of the pool. Brooke nodded and they passed each other on their way to the opposite sides.
With his free hand Jack flicked a little water at her, and the splash got her in the side of the head. “Hey!” Brooke eyed him and he flashed a wry grin that she couldn’t resist. At least this was a game she knew how to play. Brooke cupped her hands together and gave a few tight squeezes, sending little spurts of water shooting in his direction. None of them came close to landing, and he splashed her again with a little laugh. She tried another tactic, cupping one hand and using it to launch a jet of water with a skimming motion. That went further and managed to get him in the arm.
“I hope you know that’s a declaration of war,” he said with a mischievous smile. The tension was leaving her, though she wasn’t sure that she wanted to get into a drunken water fight with a twenty-foot man. He performed much the same trick as her, except that his cupped hand was about five times bigger, and his arms many orders of magnitude stronger. The jet he managed to produce went shooting over her head, and when he wound up for a second salvo, Brooke ducked under at the last second. She took in a mouthful of water, closed the distance between them, and before he had a chance to regroup, she’d stuck her head out and launched the payload point blank at his face. Clearly, this was a suicide mission.
She actually caught him off-guard long enough to land the shot to his cheek, and she quickly went under again to avoid whatever retaliation he had in mind. But as she looked up through the water at him, all Brooke heard was the muffled sound of laughter; in the pool, that sound sunk into her every pore, saturated her bones, and vibrated deep in her chest.
Brooke’s gaze, even with that bleariness inherent to opening your eyes underwater, wandered for the last moment before she expected to come up for air, and caught sight of tenting beneath his sheet. The white fabric lazily billowed against his hardening length, and she felt a sudden jolt of excitement and fear.
She quickly surfaced with a heavy gasp, wanting to swim away, but the look on his face told her that he knew something was wrong.
“You alright?” he asked, a little more sober.
Brooke swallowed. “I…” He waited for her to finish, expression slowly morphing into concern. “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” she said quietly.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then it seemed to hit him. His eyes glanced downward for just a second before meeting hers again.
“There’s something going on between us,” the giant rumbled gently. There was something different about his eyes, she noticed. Were they darker? “I wasn’t sure if… it would have been right to find out.”
And there it was, out in the open. Just like that.
Brooke bit her lip, slowly treading out of arm’s reach. She was tempted to get out and go back into the house to hide her confusion, hide her blush. She knew that he wouldn’t try anything without her permission. But something compelled her to stay – some part of her wanted to know just how this would turn out.
He just looked down at her, skin glistening with wetness, as he waited for her to gather her thoughts. Her biting turned to anxious chewing as she tread water before this broad beast of a man. He reached up from under the surface and brushed the pad of his enormous thumb against her mouth, compelling her to stop.
“I have no idea who this side of you is,” Brooke whispered. His hand was still gentle against her face.
Jack’s eyebrow twitched, and he swallowed. Was that the barest hint of sadness at the corners of his eyes?
“I could show you if you let me.”
Brooke wanted to pull up into herself, or wanted him to pull her into his arms and just hold her, but she knew neither of those things would alleviate the pressure building in her chest nor the ache building between her legs.
It was clear he recognized the trepidation in her face because he nodded and went to step out of the pool. “Don’t know what I was thinking,” he said with a harsh sigh. “You’re a drunk girl and I’m just a fucking dirty old man. I’ve crossed a line, I’m sorry.”
But she found herself reaching for his arm, and he stopped. With a small wave she beckoned him back down, and once his face was close enough, she pressed her lips to his bearded jaw. Brooke wasn’t so good with words, so she was just going to stop trying to say any.
With a rushing of water he grabbed her, hands around her waist as he maneuvered himself underneath, pressing her to his chest. Then one enormous hand moved up to cradle her head as he closed his eyes and kissed her; awkwardly for a moment, as he figured out how to best use his enormous lips, but quickly figured it out. His beard tickled her neck.
When he broke the kiss he kept his lips near, and she could feel the hot gust of his breath on her exposed shoulders. A smile crossed his face as he gazed down at her with those dark eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Brooke shook her head, and an instant later he rushed in to kiss her again, this time opening his mouth and taking her bottom lip between his enormous teeth. His hand rubbed a short patrol up and down her back, sinking a little further toward her ass with every stroke, until his huge hand came to rest there when his kisses grew rougher and more passionate. Jack exhaled sharply through his nose and crushed them together even tighter.
When his mouth left hers, he lifted her up to kiss a trail down her neck to the cleft between her breasts. Brooke sucked in a breath as the giant licked a broad line between them. He chuckled against her, sending tickling vibrations through her little body. When the hand pressed against her rear began to move, and when a single massive finger found its way underneath the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms, she suddenly pressed her face to his chest, almost trying to hide. She’d remembered something.
“W-wait.” He waited. Oh god, she had to tell him, and it was now or never. “Jack, I’m… I’m a virgin.”
Brooke expected him to balk at her confession, like guys sometimes did – not that dated many. So far, though, all three of her previous boyfriends hadn’t wanted the responsibility of being her first… though they were more than happy to accept her mouth as a compromise. Jack, though, just removed his hand from her ass and let it come to rest on the small of her back with a thoughtful look on his face.
“You are?” He paused for a brief moment to think about this. “How old are you, anyway?”
She swallowed and slipped back into the water until only her head was sticking out. “Twenty-two.”
“That’s a good fifteen years between us,” he considered. “Well, they say age is just a number… if you’ll still have me, that is.”
Her belly did a little flip-flop. “I will!” she blurted out. “I mean, I’d much rather you have me, though.”
There was a twinkle in his eye at that, and not the Disney sort. She could practically hear the blood rush to his dick. “Duly noted,” he said in a low, promising voice.
Jack went to his knees then, and he brought her to him again to kiss her. The feeling of her belly and breasts against his hard chest was like manna from heaven. And he was warm! So much warmer than a normal person. Still holding her, he rose up in the water and walked over to the shallow end where he would be able to sit comfortably and lean against the edge.
“You’re a good kisser,” he noted between open-mouthed explorations.
“You are too,” she breathed.
He smiled, running his hand up and down her spine again. “Really? Even with this giant face?”
“I like it.”
Jack cocked a brow at her and licked his lip, as though it had never occurred to him that his monstrous size could have its perks. “I think I might like it too.” His words went straight to her belly and Brooke found herself arching against him in the water.
His fingers caressed her rear through the fabric of her swim bottoms, and she couldn’t help but begin to gyrate against his hand. A breathy chuckle left him, and before she knew it Jack was slipping the garment from her hips, down her legs, and past her ankles. Instinctively she pressed her thighs together, but as he massaged at the generous swells of her ass, rubbing and kneading and grabbing, Brooke loosened up as blood began to flow to all the right places.
She pressed her pubic bone against his belly, but he still had to bend his head to reach her lips with his. She held onto his cheekbones, pressing the side of her face to the corner of his mouth when he slipped a finger down between her ass cheeks. Brooke sucked in a breath when he lazily stroked her rear entrance for a second, and let it out in a halting, breathy moan when his thick digit found the folds around her pussy. He rubbed her there, back and forth, and when he ventured just a little further forward, she gasped at the sudden sensation against her sensitive clit.
“Have you orgasmed before?” Jack asked, still massaging her.
“Mmh,” she mewled, mind swimming in pleasure. “Only while touching myself though.”
“Let’s see if I can have the honor.”
He rocked the pad of his finger against her, and she lifted her hips up into the air, savoring the feeling of his being all around her. His free hand tugged at the tie holding up her bikini top and when the knot was free, the garment fell away, revealing a pair of modest breasts. She pressed herself against his hard chest, nipples grazing his skin and sending electricity shooting to her pussy.
Brooke’s little body strained as she arched her back as far as it would go to give him better access, thighs spread. She was panting and moaning and wondering how in the world it took her so long to find someone who could make her feel so good when it became evident that something was missing. Something that would push her over the edge.
“Put your finger in me, please,” she begged quietly, not wanting to look him in the eye.
“It’s a pretty big finger,” he teased with a little smile. “You sure?”
Brooke just nodded, trying to angle herself up against his hand even more.
With a nod, he adjusted the placement of his digits. His pinky finger, still probably as wide as three of hers, curled down between her spread cheeks, hugging her core and poked gently around until it found her entrance again. Suddenly, there was an immense pressure.
She hissed, and he paused. “You OK?”
“Uh-huh,” Brooke panted.
Jack studied her very closely as he pushed and pushed and pushed until it felt like something in her gave way, and he slipped in, inch by inch, knuckle by knuckle.
“A-ah!” she cried when that girthy digit was seated inside of her as far as it would go. Jack gave her a moment to catch her breath before slowly withdrawing and plunging back in. He did something that put pressure behind her pubic bone whenever he pulled out that felt indescribable.
“How does it feel?” he asked, stroking her wet hair.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Still impaled on his finger, the giant hiked her up so that he could kiss her again as he pumped in and out, in and out. His other hand drifted down too, but this time it was so he could rest his thumb on that little button of nerve endings, and massage that too.
Brooke cried out, chest heaving, heart pounding as so much attention was being paid to these most sensitive spots. She squirmed against him, almost to get away from the intensity of the pleasure, but mostly just to struggle for the sake of struggling, to feel those massive hands keep firmly to their positions even as she bucked and moved.
She didn’t last long like that. Maybe another ten or twenty seconds, before the building pressure in her loins exploded and she stiffened against him, muscles clamping down around his invading digit, lips parted and all manner of breathy sounds being squeezed from her lungs. He sped up with expert timing, following the crescendo of her cries, then let off the gas and watched with very dark eyes as she rode out her aftershocks on top of him.
Jack kissed her again when she’d caught her breath. Brooke felt more like warm, tingling jelly now than at any other point in her life. She could feel like this forever.
When Brooke glanced up at him again, he was looking down at her with the same kind of warmth that he’d had when he’d picked her up and told her she was beautiful. But it was tempered, she could tell – and that struck her as something remarkable. He’d gone years wearing his intensity on his proverbial sleeves; saying and doing what he wanted, when he wanted; getting his way with few repercussions; going zero to sixty in seconds flat.
Yet here he was, Jack Ilyin, the twenty-foot giant who could uproot a tree and probably lift a small car, giving more of a damn about her enjoyment than his own. Perhaps this was more than one kind of first.
He lifted them out of the pool, and she hissed when the cool air chilled her skin. He reached for her discarded towel and wrapped her up in it.
“Have a good time?”
Brooke glanced over his shoulder as he carried her back to the house, spying the bedsheet floating in the water. “I did,” she murmured contentedly. “What about you?”
“I’m glad that I’m still capable of making a girl feel good.” He kissed the crown of her head. “And making a virgin feel safe.”
Jack bent down to deposit her onto his bed in the greatroom, reaching off to the side for a pile of what she quickly realized were several full-sized microfiber towels. He mopped up the moisture on his body with his back to her while she stared, transfixed, at his naked rear for the first time.
“…What about you?” she repeated, licking her lips.
He turned, tossing the towels back inside the greatroom, and twisted around as he crouched down to slip inside. He didn’t even both hiding himself as he sat down on the floor next to her, legs crossed and hardon standing tall and proud.
Whether it was her post-climax haze, she didn’t know, but it seemed that his was the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen in her life. Thick, still a little wet from the pool, with a bright red head that peeked out from underneath a handsome sheath of foreskin. It must’ve been almost two feet long and as wide around as her neck.
Jack gave her a look that tried to hide his smugness. “What about me?”
“I know that it won’t be like the real thing, but… what if I wanted to return the favor?”
He sat back a little and patted the inside of his thigh. “I’d be the last person to stop you.”
Brooke dropped her towel and climbed into the embrace of his lap.