I slid my panties off, biting down on my lip as I held them above the water on one finger. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He shrugged out of the letterman jacket and hoodie before he practically ripped off his shirt, revealing every gleaming inch of his chiselled body. My eyes raked over his tattoos then followed the trail of hair from his belly button to his waistband. I walked backwards through the water as I waited for him to follow, starving for him.
He unbuckled his jeans, pulling them off, his eyes fixed on me as he dropped them then his boxers followed, revealing how hard he was for me.
He dove into the pool and swam towards me under the water, grabbing my thighs as he surfaced and wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance and his breathing grew heavy as he walked me to the edge of the pool and pinned me back against the wall.
“Do you remember me holding you like this before?” he growled and I nodded, a moan escaping me as his length butted between my thighs.
“Nash,” I sighed in desperation.
He lined himself up with my core, his eyes pinned on mine as he pushed the head of his cock inside me and I felt him throbbing with need.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he growled and I nodded, grinding my hips as I tried to steal more from him and he teasingly pushed in deeper only to draw himself out again. It was slow and torturous and I whimpered as he did it again.
“This is how you made me feel every time I couldn’t have you,” he said heavily, his jaw locking in frustration.
“But you can have me now,” I panted.
“I told you I’m going to enjoy you slowly tonight,” he said as I clung to his muscular arms, trying not to lose my mind as he continued to push in a little deeper only to pull out again.
I tipped my head back with a groan. “Nash,” I demanded and he had the cheek to laugh.
He reached down, grabbing my hips and lifting me up to sit on the edge of the pool, slinging my legs over his shoulders. He looked up at me as he watched me quiver, his hot breath on my pussy driving me crazy.
I fisted my hand in his hair, tugging him closer and he laughed into my burning centre before dragging his tongue over my wetness and tasting how much I wanted him. He licked his way up to my clit before teasing it between his teeth and making me gasp with the combined pleasure and pain. I started rocking my hips as he glided his tongue over me, sucking and licking before bringing his hand up and pushing two fingers into my burning core. He drove them in and out at an excruciatingly slow speed, lapping at me in teasing strokes.
My hand tightened in his hair as I moaned his name and his tongue moved faster, driving harder against me. His fingers matched the quicker pace and I dropped my free hand behind me for support as I rocked my hips into his tongue. My stomach clenched as I drew closer and closer to release and his tongue didn’t relent, his lips against my sensitive flesh making me start to cry out. I knew I had to be quiet, but I couldn’t stop and Monroe didn’t seem to want to either as my voice echoed off the ceiling.
I dug my heels into his back, my toes flexing as he sucked my clit and curled his fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I gasped and he pumped his hand faster, licking and sucking and- “Fuck.” I came hard around his fingers and he continued to move them as he prolonged the pleasure. I rode them shamelessly as my head dropped back and warmth danced through my body.
A door banged somewhere beyond the pool room and I gasped as Monroe pulled his hand from between my thighs.
“You little shitbags, if I catch you smoking pot in here again you’re dead!” a gruff voice shouted from somewhere beyond the door and I scrambled to my feet.
“Fuck. Pete – the janitor,” Monroe hissed, climbing out of the water and we raced towards our clothes and scooped them into our arms. I darted toward the main door, but Monroe caught my arm, dragging me back across the room past the pool and through a door marked