“Hey!” Ellery said, making me jump. “Go get frisky in your own hot tub. I don’t wanna see that.”
Rachel just laughed and Samuel made little kissy faces at him. He hopped out of the tub then pulled Rachel out, who wrapped around him easily. “See ya later,” Samuel called as the two of them walked out and through the room, dripping wet.
My mind traveled to the things they were off to do and a blush ran across my cheeks.
“Ugh, I think they’re going to be in the honeymoon phase forever,” Ellery said, sipping on his bottle again.
Realizing the situation we were in made it feel like the world had stopped spinning. We were now alone, in a hot tub.
He looked at me then too. The air molecules were charged by something greater than electricity. Something that was magnetizing us together.
“Should we go inside?” I asked quietly.
“If you want,” he said, as if there was another option.
“Or…” I trailed off.
I squealed as I was lifted from the water and placed in his lap, straddling his body.
“Or we can do this,” he said.
My hands landed around his shoulders, my body pressed to his. I knew I’d set these rules, tried to remind myself of why I was truly here, but something about him felt magnetic.
“We could,” I agreed.
He pulled me close. The bubbles took that moment to auto shut off, leaving us in a sudden silence that felt a lot like the calm before the storm. His fingers deftly went to my back, then my neck, unclasping my bikini top and watching it fall to the water beneath us.
A shudder racked through me as he ran a fingertip over my exposed nipples. “I will never tire of seeing these,” he said, flicking the metal bars.
I didn’t think I’d ever tire of him touching them, but before I could get the words out, his mouth was on them. He rolled the piercings around with his lips. My wet hands gripped his soft hair, searching for purchase. He gave one a hard suck and bite before soothing it over with his tongue. Every sensation went right to my clit, sending pleasure through every nerve ending.
“I’m at my wits end for you, pretty moon,” he said.
He stood and sat on the edge of the hot tub, pulling me forward until I was between his thighs. Pressed to his chest, skin to skin.
My hand grazed down his body, over his chest and his hard pectoral muscles. Further down through the bit of chest hair to his abs. They were solid, just like the rest of him.
I moved my touch towards his hip, running a finger over his hip bone, until I finally followed it all the way down his V to the edge of his shorts. I could hear his breaths get shorter as my touch moved closer and closer to the hard length currently tenting his shorts. It felt like a bit of revenge from the last time when he teased me to no end.
I thought about continuing my tease, but then my eyes found his. I was transfixed on his gaze, his shimmering ocean eyes pulling me in, like a lighthouse on the edge of the sea.
My hand drifted under his shorts, grabbing hold of his thick length. He shuddered as I pushed his shorts down, pulling his cock out. Looking at it, it was just as large as I remembered it being. The tip was thick, his foreskin covering it until I pulled it back to reveal the cockhead fully.
He drew in a sharp breath. Body rigid, every inch of him changed with what I did to him. Having this full body effect on him made me feel so in control, yet at the same time, so lost to the pleasure sparking between us.
I began to work his cock in earnest then. My fingers held firm as I jerked him, keeping a slow, steady rhythm he seemed to enjoy. A slight groan left his lips as I picked up speed, bringing him closer to the edge.
He grabbed my chin and tilted it up, so we were face to face again. We were so close, I could feel his hot breath on my face. I licked my lips and his eyes flicked to the motion. Then he leaned in, until we were so close I imagined exactly what it would be like for him to bridge that gap. One small push would connect us. He was going to. He leaned forward, and a second before he could touch I pulled back.
He quirked his brow in a quizzical fashion.
“No kissing,” I clarified.
He drew back. I thought he may leave all together, but instead he ran his hands down my sides, leading to my hips. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent kisser,” he said as his gaze lingered over my body.
“I’m sure you are,” I said.
It wasn’t that I didn’twantto kiss him. There was just something too personal about it. Too complicated about it. It was a boundary I had to keep to draw some sort of line between whatever we were and… whatever this game was.
