I didn’t even got to find out what his dick feels like.
I could scream. We’re going down for this, and I didn’t even get the full experience. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as Gio takes my wrist, gently this time.
Not yanking like before. Guiding. The sunlight disappears as we slide under the cliff’s overhang.
It’s dark, and just barely enough to cover us. Gio presses his back gently against the rock, as far in as he can go, and pulls me with him.
He’s trying not to make a single wave give us away. He keeps his eyes up, checking if that guy is still there. I keep my eyes not where they should be. I’m glued to his chest.
He lifts his arms to grab the top edge of the rock and push us both further in, using his strength to wedge us into the safest spot possible.
I’m looking at his hands like a pervert. Those big forearms. His veins popping under wet skin. The water dripping down from his wrists.
I feel disgusting. We’re hiding for our lives in a rock crevice like illegal crabs, and I’m down here staring at Gio Fontana’s hands like a thirsty animal.
But I can’t help it. They’re huge. Too big for my sanity.
I open my mouth to whisper something, but Gio turns and shuts me up. His hand covers my lips. His other hand is at my waist, holding me still against him, my thighs brushing his under the surface.
My skin is hypersensitive. He turns his head slowly, just enough to face me. He lets his hand fall gently, away from my mouth.
I look at him, smiling. "You’re awful."
"You’re beautiful."
My head drops instantly. God, sometimes I hate being a guy. Mostly because right now I have a massive, borderline-agonizing boner. One of those that actually hurt, and there is absolutely zero chance of hiding it. None.
My body doesn’t just betray me, it announces it. I want to sink to the bottom and let the fish have me.
And the more I try to back up, the more the water pushes us together, so now I’m basically grinding on him like the neediest slut Spain has ever seen. His eyes drop for just a second, and he smirks.
His hand slides lower. Lower. Then it disappears into the water. And finds its way inside my swimsuit.
I make a sound. Tiny. Muffled by my own bitten-down moan. His fingers curl around my dick, slowly, even though someone is still standing just above us.
I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his wet skin. I’m supposed to be terrified. Someone could look down and see us. We could get ourselves in such big trouble.
But I don’t care. What is wrong with me?
I used to be composed and respectable. I don’t know what kind of spell this man casts on me, but I swear to God, I didn’t use to be this horny.
Not like this.
But now it’s like my brain is permanently broken.
He breathes near my neck and I’m ready to drop to my knees in public. It’s like he transfers his feral sex demon energy into me and now I’m just infected. His hand moves under the water.
Back and forth, back and forth.
My forehead drops to his collarbone. I try to stay quiet. Try.
"Still pretending you hate me?" he whispers.
I shake my head. It’s unbearable. Maddening. And of course, he stops. His hand stills, then slowly pulls away.
I look up at him. "What, why did you stop?"
Gio opens his mouth to answer and I don’t even let him.
