18: Gregory Enrique

Conrad

"Wow," Martin said staring at my body and I can't help but swallow my saliva. I want to cover my body with my hands but it's too late, Martin has already seen my body and I don't know why I'm so ashamed about it.

My eyes fall to his, as he is staring at my body, I'm also staring at his abs.

"Like what you see?" I ask, boldly repeating his words.

Martin smirks and grabs my waist, pulling me back into the pool and to his body.

"I like it. It's incredible."

I smile.

"My hands are trembling. I can't do this." I glance down at his eight-pack abs and the first thought that comes to my mind is to lick them.

He kisses my lips again without warning, while my legs wrap around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck. His kisses trail down my neck, and I shiver.

"You cold?" he asked.

I shake my head no, as I shudder again when he licks my neck.

He smirks. "We are getting out. Conrad's feeling cold."

I pout. "I'm not–,"

His lips slam into mine again, shutting me up. I moan as his tongue b