“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, one hand braced on the concrete behind me, the other hauling my thigh tighter around him
“Yes.” It rips out of me, desperately fast. “I want this—want you.”
His eyes burn into mine. “Just say the word, Lu. Say stop and I’ll stop.”
My laugh cracks, breathless. “If you think I’m saying stop, you’redelusional.”
His mouth crashes back onto mine in reply, and then his hand is at my hip, tugging at the knot of my bikini bottoms. The strings slip loose under his fingers, fabric sliding away. A sharp gasp tears out of me as the water rushes over bared skin, cool where I’m already aching for him.
“Christ, you’re killing me,” he mutters, fumbling with the strap at my back until that knot falls too. The yellow fabric floats away, and his head drops instantly, mouth closing around my nipple.
“Logan!” My cry ricochets off the tile, back arching. His teeth graze, just enough to make my thighs tremble around him.
“So fucking perfect.” He sucks harder, hands gripping my ass. “Been dreaming about this. About tasting every inch of you.”
My fingers fist in his drenched hair, his mouth at my throat, teeth scraping as his hips grind me tighter against the pool wall.
"Please," I moan. "I want you,so bad."
His warm chuckle skitters across my wet skin, and his lifts his head to mine. "You begging for it, baby?"
I nod, frantic now. “Yes.Please.I want your cock—I want to feel you inside me. I can’t—Logan,please."
"Christ, Lu." His mouth crashes back to mine, hands kneading at my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples. "You want my cock that badly?"
My voice is nothing but desperation. “I want your cock. Want you to fuck me hard in this pool."
He groans like the words hit him dead center, forehead falling to mine.
“You’re gonna get exactly what you’re begging for.” He nods toward the house. "Gonna get a condom."
I cup his jaw and pulling him back, shaking my head. “On the pill.”
His eyes slam shut. For half a second, he just breathes, like he’s praying.
“Thank. Fucking. God.”
Then he shoves his shorts down, cock thick and hard in his fist, water sheeting off his body, and my mouth goes dry.
He’s big. Long and veined, thick enough to make my thighs clench.
“Fuck, Lu.” He strokes himself once, then presses the head against me, right where I’m aching. “You’re so wet already, you feel that?”
My hips surge, needy and desperate. “Yes—God, please—”
“Look at me.”
I do. Wide-eyed, biting my lip.
My body seizes as he pushes in, stretching wide around him, the slow drag of every thick inch pulling a sound out of me. My nails dig into his shoulders, my back arching as his hips finally seat him all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck. You feel—god, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”
I can’t answer, can’t do anything except cling and gasp as he draws back and thrusts in again, the messy slap of water surrounding us.
He bares his teeth in a grin, pounding into me harder, free hand in my hair, pulling my head back so I can’t look away. “You like me losing it for you? Coming home soaked in sweat, half-crazed, because I can’t stop thinking about this?”
“Yes—” My cry splinters, head falling back as his hips drive harder. “Fuck, Logan, yes!”
