“You know…” I said slowly, trailing a wet finger over my thigh, “…the first night I saw you? Before we actually met?”
He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish with interest all over his face.
“I finger fucked myself in this tub,” I finished, watching his expression shift. He stood in the doorway, silent, staring back at me.
“You did what?” he asked, breaking the silence between us and stepping forward.
“I said what I said.”
He walked closer, dropping the towel somewhere behind him, and freeing my favorite meal since I’d been here. He stepped and slid down, the water sloshed as his body pressed behind mine, his hands sliding up my thighs like he’d been waiting for this exact confession.
“You fucked yourself in here,” he repeated, voice brushing the back of my neck, “thinking about me?”
“Y--yeah,” I admitted, breath catching. “I saw you walk in that mixer and went back to my room dripping.”
He groaned like that shit did something to him.
“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how you touched this pussy without me.”
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him in the warm water, my hands braced on his shoulders. His dick sat hard against my stomach, thick under the surface, and he leaned back against the tub like he wanted a full performance and I was about to give him one.
I lifted my hips and sank down on him slow, letting both of us feel the pressure as the water rippled around us.
“Fuck…” he hissed, gripping my waist. “Show me how you really feel.”
I rolled my hips, water sloshing over the edge, his breath falling uneven. He watched me like I was something addictive…his lips parted, eyes locked on where our bodies met under the bubbles.
“This how you rode your fingers?” he asked, voice ragged.
“No,” I moaned, lifting and dropping on him again. “This is better.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deep, drowning us both more than the water ever could. I rode him harder, my hands on his chest, my breath catching every time his dick hit deep. The water made everything wetter. It was slow but nasty, sensual but filthy, every grind sending sparks through my spine. His hands finally grabbed my ass, helping me move.
And just like that bathroom… just like the bed… just like every moment between us…we came at the same damn time. me shaking against his mouth, him groaning into my shoulder as heat spilled deep inside me under the water. For a split second.
When he came inside me for the hundredth time, a tiny shock went through my brain, not from the orgasm but rom therealization that we hadn’t touched a condom this whole time. The should’ve cared since I knew I wasn’t consistent with my birth controls pills. I had no reason to be since I’d only been fucking rubber toys. I collapsed against his chest, breathless, his arms steadier than mine. For a minute, neither of us spoke just laid in silence and held onto each other like the world outside the resort didn’t exist.
“No strings,” he said finally, voice low.
I nodded slowly. “No strings.”
But the truth sat heavy between us. We were lying…both of us. And we felt it. I just didn’t know yet how bad it would hurt to walk away.
Chapter 8
Niko
Iwas kicking my own ass for not leaving the second she slid off me in that tub. I Should’ve grabbed my towel, my phone, my damn sanity, and walked out like I didn’t just let her ride my shit like it was a horse-riding competition. I leaned back against the tub with her breathing against my neck, her legs still wrapped around me like she didn’t even realize she was holding on and that’s when I knew this shit was becoming a problem. Not the sex… the sex was the easy part. She rode my dick like she had some shit to prove. It was the quiet moments that fucked me up.
Her body relaxing against mine like she felt safe. The way her fingers traced my chest without even thinking about it. Yeah… that was the shit I should’ve walked away from. Instead, I let her do it. I let her stay pressed against me until the water went warm and her breathing went soft and even, like she could fall asleep right there if I let her.
“No strings,” she whispered again, voice lazy, damn near dreaming.
“No strings,” I echoed.
Lie number one. For both of us.
She climbed off me eventually, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked toward the vanity to lotion her skin. I stayed in the tub another minute, staring at the candles like they had answers for why the hell this woman had me acting out of character. I didn’t ask her to stay in this room with me all week and shit, she didn’t ask me either. Somehow we just ended up here, vibing, and the shit felt good. She cooked breakfast one morning. I booked a couples’ massage for us even though we weren’t a damn couple. She stole my hoodie on some puppy love shit and I didn’t even ask for it back. Everything was effortlessly dangerous. The vibes you don’t get with people you’re supposed to forget.
