“Do you actually swim down here?”
“Sometimes,” I shrug. “Bryce uses it every morning.”
When I turn around, Evan’s stripping down to his boxers. “You comin’?”
I follow him, watching him jump in, splashing water over the mosaic tiles.
The water’s warm, as always. Evan floats in the middle of the pool, his legs a wobbly blurunderneath him.
He ducks his head under before coming up again, water dripping from his nose and eyelashes.
“This is cool.”
“You don’t think it’s ostentatious and douchey?”
“Oh, totally.”
Something twists in my stomach.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I just don’t want you to think I’m a rich asshole. All of this … ” I throw my gaze up to the ceiling, the spotlights shining down on us. “It’s not mine. It’s Bryce’s.”
Evan’s treading water, his legs kicking under him.
“Listen, I get it. You’re not your stepdad.”
I smile and nod, but I don’t fully believe him.
He grabs my hand under the water. When I drag my gaze up, he’s looking right at me.
He swims a little closer and presses his lips against mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him hard against me. The kiss intensifies until he’s pushing me back against the edge of the pool.
I let my arms drape over his shoulders and give into him. Letting him take the lead, as always. His fingers slip inside the waistband of my boxer briefs and tug, the water causing some resistance. I help him by wriggling free, kicking them off when they bunch around my ankles.
He slides his hands under my thighs and pushes me up, until I’m out of the water and sitting on the edge of the pool. Before I can say anything, Evan has my cock in his mouth and is blowing me with that same expert skill I remember from last time. I put my hand on the back of his shaved head and watch it bob between my legs.
My stomach tingles and my toes curl under the water.
“Fuck, Evan, like that.”
I rest back on one hand, keeping the other on Evan’shead, tilting my own so I can watch him. His cheeks hollow as he takes me into his throat and swallows.
I throw my head back and let out something between a moan and a whine. I don’t fucking know what. I just know that whatever Evan’s doing to me right now feels so good, I can’t think straight. I want to tell him to stop. I want to do what we did that night. Replicate how close I felt to him. His smell in my nostrils. His salty skin pressed against my lips. Making him feel good, listening to him moan and say my name.
But his lips feel too good wrapped around my dick. His tongue dragging along the underside, pressing against that throbbing vein. Licking around the head of my leaking cock.
I give into it. Throw my head back and close my eyes. Moan like a porn star while Evan sucks my cock, giving me the best blow job of my life.
I come, shuddering and cursing like a sailor. Evan doesn’t stop until I’m milked dry. He turns and spits into the pool, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.
“Now your dickhead stepdad has your cum in his pool.”
“Holy shit.”
He laughs.
“You’re crazy.”
