“You know what would feel even better?” Diego’s voice was closer now.
I opened my eyes to find him moving toward me through the water, his eyes filled with heated intent. Without waiting for an answer, he gripped my hips and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, the water sloshing around us.
“Much better,” he said with that cocky grin that somehow managed to be both infuriating and irresistible.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against me underwater, and I shifted my hips deliberately, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.
“You’re playing with fire, Freckles,” he warned, his hands sliding up my wet back.
“Maybe I want to get burned,” I whispered, leaning down to capture his lips with mine.
The kiss was slow and deep, our tongues sliding together as his hands roamed my body. He tasted like the red wine we’d had with dinner, rich and intoxicating. When his fingers found my nipples, teasing them to hardness, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me.
“I love the sounds you make,” Diego murmured against my throat. “Been thinking about them all day.”
His confession sent a thrill through me. “What else have you been thinking about?” I asked, rocking against him under the water.
“How about I show you instead?” He slid one hand between us, wrapping it around my cock and giving it a slow, firm stroke.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerkinginto his touch.
“That’s the idea,” he said with a wicked grin. His other hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the cleft of my ass before one pressed against my hole.
“Hmph… that feels… incredible,” I groaned, pushing back against him. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” It took all the willpower I had to pull away from him and turn around in his lap. “I want to taste you first.”
I slid off Diego’s lap and moved to the edge of the tub, gesturing for him to sit there. The water sloshed around us as he positioned himself on the jacuzzi’s ledge, his thick cock standing proud above the bubbling water. I settled between his spread thighs, water dripping from my shoulders as I leaned forward.
“You don’t have to—” Diego started, but his words died in his throat as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft.
“I know I don’t have to,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. “I want to.”
His eyes darkened as I lowered my head, my lips parting to take him in. The first taste of him was intoxicating. His skin was salty and masculine, with a hint of chlorine from the tub full of city water. I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the way his foreskin slid back as I worked him over.
“Jesus, Hayden,” he groaned, one hand coming to rest at the back of my neck, not pushing, just a gentle weight.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my way down his shaft. He was thick enough to make my jaw ache pleasantly, and I hummed in satisfaction when I felt him pulse against my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Diego breathed, his fingers threading through my wet hair.
The praise sent a thrill through me. I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, my hand continuing to stroke him as I looked up. “You like that?”
“Like is a fuckin’ understatement,” he growled, his southern accent thicker with arousal. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
I grinned, feeling a surge of power at reducing this confident cowboy to desperate moans. I dipped my head again, taking him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat until I felt the head of his cock hit the back. Diego’s hips jerked involuntarily, and his hand tightened in my hair.
“Sorry,” he gasped, immediately loosening his grip. “Got carried away.”
I pulled off with an obscene pop, licking my lips. “Don’t apologize,” I said, my voice rougher than usual. “I can take it.”
Something flashed in his eyes, possibly surprise, followed quickly by lust. “Is that right, Freckles?” he asked, his voice dropping to that low rumble that made my insides melt. “You like it a little rough?”
Instead of answering, I took him in my mouth again, this time grabbing his hands and placing them firmly on either side of my head. My message was clear. I wanted him to take control.
Diego didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth. The dual sensation of his cock sliding past my lips and his strong hands controlling me was dizzying.
I lost myself in the rhythm of it, in the weight of him on my tongue and the firm grip of his hands in my hair. My own cock throbbed, neglected beneath the bubbling water, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the way Diego’s breathing grew more ragged with each thrust, the way his thighs tensed beneath my hands.
“Fuck, Hayden,” he groaned, his hips faltering slightly. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna?—”
