tft3

"Do you realize I haven't left the house in, like, 3 days?!" "Are you complaining?" Angel asked, scrunching her face up, preparing for a defense. "....I thought I was takin' pretty good care of ya!!!" She exclaimed, before he could get another word out. Angel raised her head off his chest, eyes wide with outburst. "Relax, babe. I didn't mean it any other way than I haven't been outside much, that's all.... Geez, what am I gonna hafta do to get that attitude knocked outta ya this morning?!" he said in a softer manner, smiling down at her. She relaxed under him and settled back into his chest. Angel lightly traced Nick's muscles, and he tried a different approach. "What do ya say if we get ourselves outta bed and head out to the pool for a while?" "I dunno. I kinda like it right here." She replied, turning her body on her side, taking him with her. They faced each other, Nick propped up on an elbow, fingers in her hair, Angel's head resting on his arm, her hand hanging over his hip. She nestled in closer to him and muffled into his chest, "I could stay here all day."

Nick thought for a few moments, and came up with a plan. It was dirty, but he needed sunlight. "Well then...maybe we should continue our little game now instead of waiting for the night....How's THAT sound?!" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and showed off his dimples making her melt right into him. He knew how to get her goin'. Show off that killer smile, and promise her a good time.

'Well...' he thought, 'that's what gets me goin anyway.'

Angel saw the glint of mischief in his eye. Not knowing whether it was because he was ready for it to be "his turn", or because he had something else up his sleeve, she eyed him suspiciously. Nick stared back innocently, "Let's go take showers, and I'll meet you back here in 15 minutes. OK?" He knew she was on to him. If there was anyone who knew the look of one of his plans being hatched, it was definitely her. She decided to bite. 'I'll let him do what he needs. So far it's been pretty good for me, too.' She chuckled to herself. "OK. 15 minutes." She replied, releasing him from her grasp. He watched her grab her bathrobe off the chair and head for the bathroom. Hearing the door click, then the water turn on, Nick scrambled outta bed. He found the pad of paper, took 4 sheets and wrote down the same thing on all four. Opening up the dresser drawer, he replaced his new 4 sheets with the ones that were already there. He held the old ones up and looked around the room for a place to hide them. His eyes brightened and he dashed for his closet. Sticking them in his underwear drawer, he smiled, patting himself on the back for being so damn brilliant. The water shut off in Angel's shower, causing Nick's admiration of himself to be cut short as he made a swift exit to the bathroom down the hall.

Angel opened the door back to their bedroom, looking around. Immediately, she noticed the dresser drawer was wide open. 'He thinks he's so slick.' She thought, shaking her head at his idiocy, and laughing.

She was towel drying her hair when Nick reappeared, freshly showered and smiling brightly. "Feel better, MyAngel?" He beamed at her. It was obvious to her that he was way too impressed with himself. She stared back at him sweetly, "Yes. And man, am I ready for you!!!!!!"

She thought she'd lay it on real thick, he'd never realize. Nick released the belt on his robe as he strode over to the windows. He opened the blinds and stated over his shoulder, "Well, since we won't be leaving the room, let's let in a little light, huh?"

"Whatever ya want Nicky." Angel replied rolling her eyes. ' He's tryin' so hard.' She thought, laughing her ass off on the inside.

Nick stopped at the dresser on his way back, and pulled the 4 sheets of paper outta the drawer. He sat in front of Angel, his robe falling to the sides, leaving him pretty much naked. She found it so odd that he could be so self conscience about himself most of the time, but then walk around like that the rest of it. Shaking her head silently at his indecency, she enjoyed the view while he shuffled his little pile of papers.

"Okay.....pick one.....ANY ONE YOU WANT."

'He is literally thrilled to pieces with himself.' She thought, as he stared at her like a kid knowing he's about to get what he wants.

Angel smiled sweetly, and pulled a sheet from the middle. "Here. You read." she said, handing it to him. He took the sheet from her and opened.

She watched the big grin on his face fade real quick. Replaced was a variety of emotions, much to Angel's delight. First came a "Nick's confused" look. (That one lasted the longest, usually does) Then a flash of realization, followed by a hint of anger and finally a slight sideways Carter smile as he looked back up at a very amused Angel. Nick handed her back the paper that read in her handwriting,

*~Get over yourself Carter.~*

"How'd ya know?!?!" he asked, laughing slightly. Angel shook her head at him, and shoved his shoulder. "Ya think I'm a total moron Nick?!?!" They were both laughing now.

"Ya messed with the sacred game, Nicky. For that, you're gonna hafta pay."

Angel thought for a moment, making Nick nervous.

"I know!!! Get your ass back in the shower, we're gonna have a replay!!!" Nick's face was instantly wiped free of a smile, Angel saw that defensive anger about to brim. She laughed out loud and gave him a gentle push. "Just kiddin'.....But that'll teach ya not to mess with me, RIGHT?!?!?"

Relief spread across his face, and he sighed with a big, "Whew!!" "Yes, you are the master!" Satisfied, Angel had one more question, "Didja read the other REAL four papers?" "NO! I DIDN'T!!! I SWEAR!!!" His eyes were wide, and he was on the verge of a whine.....yeah, he was tellin' the truth. "OK then. You obviously REALLY want to do this, so I vote that we go ahead with your request, even though you are a dirty, no good, lyin', cheatin'player.....How's that sound?" Nick grinned from ear to ear. Caught, but still gets his game. "Works for me!!!" he exclaimed loudly as he bowled her over onto the bed, kissing her face in several places. "OK!! OK!! Lets go do this then!!" she said still laughing and pushing on his body to get off her. They quickly threw on some loose fitting shorts and tank tops and bounded outta the house. Going across the complex to the marina, they had quite a walk ahead of them. It was mid day and the sun beat down on them with no relief. "Damn is it freakin' hot!!!!" Nick exclaimed wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. "This was YOUR idea, I don't want to hear any cryin' from you!" Angel poked at his side kiddingly. "I just hope we don't get arrested. That would suck. Backstreet Boy, Nick Carter caught with his pants down....literally." Nick read from his pretend paper. Angel laughed, but hadn't even thought of that. Oh well.....it IS exciting. She smiled in spite of what could happen.

Even though Nick wore his baseball hat down low, no girl can forget a body like his. Along the way, a few bold, young ones approached them as they walked. Nick, his mind on other things at the moment, signed their papers quickly and thanked them as always, but hoped they would take a hike. While Nick signed, Angel had other thoughts. What if they follow them? What if they see? They continued walking for some time. Nick headed Angel towards a walkway that led to the marina. It was a narrow, bridge~like, wood structure. Both sides were overgrown with vines and trees and little lizards scurried about. "I guess that's why they call it a "Nature walk". Angel exclaimed when one came a bit too close to her hand on the rail. By the time they had reached Nick's chosen spot, they were both dripping with sweat. Angel looked over her shoulder looking for any signs of movement. She was getting a bit nervous about the whole thing. It seemed exciting and thrilling to her at first. But now, out in the open, the sun shining bright.....she was gettin a bit freaked. "Nick.....Maybe this isn't such a good idea." She nervously whispered.

He whipped his head around, squeezed her hand tighter, "You make me beat off in front of you, and you wanna back outta THIS?!?!?" He waved his other hand around wildly obviously exasperated at her thought. Angel stopped in her tracks, "Nick! I'm just thinking about the consequences!" she whined. He turned around fully, grabbed her other hand, "Relax babe. It's my life....It's what I WANT. Now, if I remember correctly, you made me do something I didn't wanna.....YOUR TURN!!!!" He smiled his killer smile again, traced her fingers with his and placed her hand on his crotch. "I WANT THIS." Angel could tell he was dead serious. True, they hadn't seen anyone since they've been through here. But she could hear boats not far away. They could be coming or going. She sighed loudly, and slid her hand up his gray tank top, now soaked with sweat. His skin was hot and moist. "I'll make ya a deal. Let's go down to your boat for a few minutes..." He already knew what she was getting at.

Rev up her engine, get her oiled up. ".....and then we'll come back here. OK?" Nick quickly grabbed her hand again, and lead her farther down the walkway. It opened up to the marina, and they made their way to his slip. He got aboard and gave her a hand gettin' on. She watched him open up the cabin and reach for her hand again. She followed him under the zippered flap~door. It was stifling hot in there. Through the slits of the flap, and the small windows, there was plenty of light but just enough privacy. "That better?!" Nick asked without waiting for a reply. He grabbed her waist roughly and pushed her against the wall of the vessel. He kissed her just as rough, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, feeling around. His hand was up her shirt before she could even utter a word. Angel moaned loudly as he pinched her nipple between his fingers then rubbed forcefully. "SHHHHHH...........They'll hear you!" he whispered loudly in her ear, his breath even hotter than the air. He kissed her, bruising her lips in the process. He was in such a hurry....she loved it. His hand left her breasts and traveled lower. He plunged his fingers down her shorts, pushing her up against the wall and inserting two of them into her. He fingered her quickly, thrusting his long fingers in and out, and hitting her growing clit every other pass. Angel breathed heavily in the oppressive heat of the cabin. Nick's scent wafted into her nose, his sweat mixing with hers. She ground her hips onto his hand wanting more. Nick licked the sweat sliding down her face, and smiled.... "You're wet enough.....let's go." Without another word, he released, leaving her wide eyed and wanting. "Come on!" he yelled from in front of her, waiting. Angel rearranged herself and quickly followed him. They walked/ran on the dock, Nick practically pulling her along. The sun was so bright, and it had to be at least 95 degrees. She was dizzy from all her senses getting an overload. Nick found the walkway again, and slowed his pace a bit. About halfway through, the narrow path widened a bit, just enough room for a bench along the railing. Nick stopped them. He turned, facing Angel. They listened for a few moments for any creaks or voices in the distance. Hearing none, Nick bent her head up to his, kissing her gently. "Ya ready?" he whispered. "Uh huh." She replied, close to his ear.

"Turn around." Angel looked up at him, questioningly. "TURN AROUND." he said a bit more forcefully, not a hint of a smile. She lowered her eyes, and turned her back to him. He pushed her so her hands grasped the railing, leaving her to face the vines and bushes. She closed her eyes on the bright sun, as Nick slid both his hands up the front of her shirt, tugging and pulling at her breasts. Angel winced in pain, but never made a sound. She tilted her head back and felt his breath on her neck, the only air circulating on this hot, Tampa day. His hands left her chest and slid down her slick body. With one swift yank, Nick pulled her shorts down to her ankles and bent her over more. He unzipped his own with one hand and pulled out his stuff. With one quick listen for intruders, an all clear established; Nick rammed his cock into her forcing her elbows to bend and her body to lean forward on the railing. Realizing she better hold on tighter, Angel ignored the splinters being imbedded into her hands and grasped the railing as Nick slammed into her again. He grunted softly, trying not to be loud. His hands gripped her hips tightly, leaving red marks in his path. "Damn Nick!" she whispered/yelled in more surprise than annoyance at his rough handling. He didn't let up though. She didn't expect him to. Sweat ran in trails down both their faces and trickled down their backs. From the forcefulness. From the heat. From the tension. From the thought of being caught.

Nick pounded into her over and over, Angel hanging on for the duration. His cock hit every inch of her insides, she half expected to choke on it any second. She could hear the crickets in the bush in front of her, hear Nick's labored grunting, hear the waves along the docks, hear the power boats in the Bay, and the sound of Nick's sac slapping wetly against her with every thrust. Sounds that never mixed before, but now, seem almost normal. She grinded her teeth together, trying hard not to scream. It hurt, but felt good all the same. She couldn't decipher the two. She bent her knee and rested it on the bench for more leverage, she was pretty much kissing the railing trying to hang on. Nick thrust his hips into her, his whole body tightening, every muscle straining to his center. Closing his eyes, he pulled Angel's hips closer and rammed into her a few more times. Trying to be quiet, but not quite succeeding, he breathed in deeply and groaned loudly as he spurted out his hard work. With a final thrust, he pulled out of her, grunting. Angel quickly pulled her black shorts back up, Nick putting away his weapon into his own. They both collapsed on the bench, leaning back into the railing. Nick's gray shirt was now completely soaked through. He peeled it off his body and held it in his lap. Sweat leaked out from under his backwards cap and he used it for a rag. His shorts clung to him in a wet mess, he was in desperate need of a shower. Angel was in no better condition. Her hair was totally wet from sweat. Her skin glistened in the unrelenting sun. She sat beside him, picking 2x4's outta her sweaty, dirty hands. And, she knew, if she got up, Nick left a deposit that is sure to run down her leg.

He slowly turned his head to face her. Groggy and hot, he looked liked he just got back from a war. "Ya ready to go back?" Ugh!! She forgot about the long walk back. "No....not yet. Need to recuperate. You really worked one over on me, big boy." He smiled, despite the effort. "Sorry. But that was so worth it. Just like I wanted it. Thanks, babe."

Just then, they were both shocked when a couple with their 2 kids came along the pathway. "Hi! ya been out swimmin' in the Bay huh? How's the water?" the older man asked Nick. "Water's great. Very refreshing on this kinda day." Nick replied making Angel smile. The man nodded, "You'd have to be a idiot to work outside on a scorcher like today!" with that, he smiled, and ushered his family on their way. "Have a nice one!" the man called over his shoulder.

"Already did." Nick replied quietly turning to Angel and grinning. THAT WAS CLOSE!!!!" Angel exclaimed, her eyes widening. Nick rolled his eyes in wonderment, "WHEW! No kidding....."

"Well....idiot.....let's go back. We smell....." Nick smiled and got up offering his hand. Angel took it and stood, gingerly taking a couple steps. Sure enough, a thin line of now clear fluid slid down her leg. "Gimme your shirt...I got a problem." Nick frowned and scrunched up his nose. "HEY! You did this, now gimme it!!! I'll wash it later, ya big baby!!......Take a gander at your own shorts there Einstein, What do you think those spots are?!?" Nick looked at his crotch and the wet spots that formed. He rolled his eyes, disgustedly. "Let's go home." They walked in the heat for about 20 minutes til they reached the house. Angel pretty much limping the whole way. Her cunt had had enough. She was so sore, she actually couldn't walk. Nick seemed proud of the fact, and he got a good love~smack because of it. As soon as the door was open, they both sighed as the cool air that welcomed them in. Angel shivered in her sweat/cum covered clothes, as they both headed for their bathroom, ignoring the pleas for hugs, kisses, and pats from the small army that followed them. They peeled their clothes off and stepped into the shower, all jets showering them with warm water. Nick let out a long sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the feel of not being sweaty and gross. Angel got up on her ledge and scrubbed herself clean, washed her hair and shaved her legs. All while Nick stood there and played with the water. Done, clean and refreshed, Angel sat back and watched him.

He grabbed his washcloth and poured some body wash on it. With his back turned to her, he started at his feet, scrubbing his toned legs, back and front. The muscles flexing with his movements. He rubbed the washcloth over his backside, and slid it between his crack. He turned to get every inch, making sure every crevice and crack was thoughoughly cleaned. Adding more soap, he dragged the thick fabric over his tummy. It jiggled a little as he cleaned out his belly button making Angel chuckle softly. He continued scrubbing his chest and underarms. His tattoos disappeared under the layer of suds, that soon slid down his tan 6'2" frame. He washed his hands and face roughly, and last but certainly not least, wrapped the fabric around his member and softly soaped up his goods. Angel watched him from her ledge, her eyes glazed over. He's so hot. There just ain't nothin' like him. She sighed and continued her watchful gaze. He turned around and found his shampoo. Backing up to his ledge, he leaned his ass against it and smoothed a handful onto his head. His blonde hair in a pile of fragrant suds, he scrubbed it into his scalp. Still unaware of his audience, he went about his business. He grabbed the jet outta the wall and leaned his head back, rinsing his hair. He was like a living doll. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, tan and muscles in the right places with just a hint of baby fat. 'It's don't get better than this Angel.' She said to herself. If her crotch didn't ache so much, she'd go get him, but, as it was.....she'll just watch for now.

Finished, Nick replaced his products and turned back to her, smiling. "Ahhhhh......good to be clean!!" He announced. "Let's go sit in front of the TV and eat pizza." he offered as he stepped outta the stall. There's that kid in him again. No matter how big his body grows, or what his body does to hers, he'll always be a big kid. Angel smiled and followed.

They watched the sunset over Tampa Bay, cuddled in their bathrobes, eating pizza. To Nick, it don't get much better than THAT.

Curling up on the couch together with a couple animals in between, they watched a couple movies together. Happy, content, clean and cool.