“What do you think?” she asks, pushing one hip to the side and catching a fingertip between her teeth coyly.
I think she looks like temptation incarnate. Her young body is smooth and gorgeous, and my cock rises immediately. If I really were an angel, I’d fall from heaven to have her.
“I’m not sure. Buy a few others, and show me, then I can decide.”
She huffs with laughter as she slips into the heated water and groans.
“That’s so good.” Rolling her shoulders she does a few laps of the small pool and I watch on indulgently.
“It’s a hot tub, moya koshechka. You’re allowed to relax,” I say eventually.
“I know.” She swims past me close enough to feel the water move with her kicks. “But it’s been ages since I’ve swum. And it’s deliciously warm.”
“You’re a tropical cat, mm? Don’t get dehydrated,” I say mildly.
“Oh!” She stops at the shallow end. “Have you got water?”
I pick up the bottle to bring to her, but she’s already stepping across the pool. But she’s short, and it shelves steeply—specially built because I’m oversized and was bored with shallow pools—and she nearly sinks her head below the surface of the water.
I’ve lunged and wrapped my free arm around her before I can think, and I tug her to me. Safe. My precious little cat. Not even the smallest harm will befall her, including getting that almost-healed wound wet.
She grasps my shoulders for support as she giggles and splutters.
“Whoops! That was deeper than I expected. Thanks.”
And then, simultaneously, we both realise that in grabbing her up to stop her from slipping below the surface of the water, I’ve pressed her to me. All the way down our torsos.
My hot, erect cock is a steel bar against her thigh.
We both freeze. Pleasure throbs through me from where we make contact even as I know this is wrong. She’s too young. Too sweet. My unwitting captive.
“Brody…” she whispers.
I bite back the instinct to tell her to ignore it, or that she doesn’t have to do anything. Because instead of being repulsed, as she ought to be, she’s leaning closer. And then I’m in a heaven I don’t deserve, because she’s looking up at me with trusting brown eyes.
“I want to…”
I ease backwards and slide the water bottle onto the side of the pool. And while I don’t let her go—I’m telling myself it’s so she can find her feet at the edge—I wait patiently. Alright, not patiently. Inside, I’m burning.
But I allow her to take her time, settling onto her own feet again and then running her hands over my naked chest, exploring the dip of my armpit and smoothing the hair that covers my pectorals. I bite back a groan as she follows that thin trail of hair all the way to the waistband of my shorts.
“I want to do for you what you did for me,” she murmurs, looking down and her cheeks pinkening. Shy creature. She’s adorable.
“What do you mean?” I don’t jump to any conclusion, even though we’re pressed together. I’m primed to lift her out of the water and take her down to my bedroom, remove that tease of a bikini, and make her come with my cock. Chlorine scent and all, I’d love that.
“Putting my mouth on you.”
Okay, I’m going to pass out and drown. For a second, I envisage her on her knees before me. I see her tears as I fuck her throat. I can almost feel her hair in my fist.
“Here,” she adds. “I want to do it here.”
Then, I remember where we are.
In a rooftoppool.
“Maybe not advisable. I’m in favour of you not drowning.”
“You could sit on the side. Like when you put me in a chair.”
