Good.
She doesn’t get to come just because she’s pretty.
She gets to beg first.
My hands go to the waistband of my sweats.I glance at Monty—pretending not to watch, but his eyes are on my fingers.On the trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband.On the shape of what’s waiting.
I push the sweats down.
Let him look.
Let her watch.
I step out of them, leaving only my black boxer briefs, cock straining hard and wet against the front.I won’t pretend I’m unaffected.
Monty moves, unbuttoning his jeans with the same precision he does everything.But I see it—the slight tremble in his hands.He’s barely hanging on.The ridge of his cock already outlined in his briefs as he kicks his clothes aside and steps into the pool like he’s walking into battle.
She’s floating in the middle, arms stretched against the tiled ledge, hair slicked back, water gliding over her skin like a fucking invitation.Her panties cling to her hips, sheer and teasing.Her bra’s almost see-through now, and her nipples are hard under the lace.She doesn’t hide it.She wants us to look.
And I do.
I stalk into the pool, water licking up my legs, over my thighs, steam rising like it knows what’s about to happen.
I get close first.
Monty holds back like he always fucking does—controlled, calculating, hiding behind that cool detachment he wears like armor.
But me?
I don’t wait.
Not when she looks like that.Not when she’s already wet and trembling and holding her breath like she wants to be caught.
My hands slide through the water and find her hips—warm, soft, perfect—and she gasps, biting it back, but I feel it anyway.The tremor.The way her muscles flutter beneath my palms.She’s not scared.She’s aching.
I lean in.
Chest brushing her back.
My mouth finds her ear, and I nip the lobe, just enough pressure to make her gasp again.I don’t stop there.I drag my lips down the curve of her neck, breathing her in, letting her feel the full press of my cock—hard and pulsing.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night,” I murmur, voice low and hot against her skin.“Stripping in front of us like that.All lace and bare skin, like you wanted us hard.Wanted us desperate.”
She swallows.
I smile against her neck.
“You think I didn’t see the way you bent over?”I go on, letting my teeth graze her shoulder now.“How slow you pulled those leggings down?How your ass looked in those panties?”I press my cock up against her, hard enough that she feels every fucking inch.“I’ve been aching to bend you over the edge of this pool and make you scream ever since.”
Then she moves, grinds back against me.
That little fucking wiggle—innocent, my ass.She knows exactly what she’s doing.Her ass drags over the length of my cock, slow and devastating.The friction’s muted by the water, but fuck, it still hits.Still ruins me.
My jaw locks.My grip on her hips tightens.
Fuck.
Fuck.
