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chapter Three: The pool at midnight

Aвтор: Mary Wilson
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I felt the heat everywhere tonight,It presses against the windows, crawls under my skin, makes every breath taste like sex i couldn't sleep, can’t even lie still,My whole body is throbbing from last night, from his tongue, from the way he left me naked on the couch with twelve hours until Mom might see everything

I need to feel the air, I need to feel the cold that comes with itand mostly importantly  I need him.I stoke his white dress shirt from the laundry basket again still smells like cedar and him and slowly walked  downstairs barefoot with buttons undone all the way, hem brushing the tops of my thighs,I had nothing underneath. The marble floor is cool on my soles, but it does nothing for the ache between my legs.

Outside, the pool is glowing turquoise under the moon and underwater lights I let the shirt on drop on a lounger and dive in naked the shock of cold water steals my breath, makes my nipples tighten instantly i float on my back, legs open, letting the water lick every place he touched last night and every place he didn’t.

I know he’s watching without even turning my head he stood at the patio door, just a dark shape, arms folded. I can’t see his eyes but I feel them dragging over my wet skin like fingers my  heart slams so hard the water ripples.

I swim to the edge slowly, rest my arms on the tile, chin on my forearms, and stare right at him.

“You gonna watch all night or come finish what you started?” I call out, voice shaking with want. He gave no response there was silence then the door slides open.He steps into the moonlight and my mouth goes dry. Same gray sweatpants hanging criminal-low, cock already straining the front so hard enough the fabric looks ready to rip. Shirtless, chest rising fast, eyes black and feral.

He didn't say a word he Just walks straight to the deep end and dives in, clothes and all.

When he surfaces two feet away, water streams down his face, hair plastered to his forehead, lips parted we  stared at each other, treading water, the space between us crackling

“Come here, baby girl.”he called out to me

I swam to him the second I’m close he grabs my waist, yanks me flush against his chest. Water sloshes everywhere his mouth crashes into mine, hungry, messy, teeth scraping. I wrap my legs around his hips and feel his cock jerk hard against my bare pussy through soaked cotton.

He groans into my mouth like it hurts.

We’re grinding, desperate, mouths fused. He walks us backward until my back hits the pool wall. Cold tile, hot skin his hand slides down, cups my ass, lifts me higher so his length drags right along my slit with every tiny wave.

“Been hard since the couch,” he growls against my throat, biting the skin hard enough to mark. “You want me to fuck you right here, Lila? In the pool your mom paid for?”

The word mom should stop me. It makes me wetter.

“Yes,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, Julian

He spins me suddenly, pushes me up so I’m sitting on the edge, legs dangling in the water. Cold air on my wet skin, his hot mouth on my breast. He sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing, while two thick fingers slide inside me without warning.

I scream into the night, back arching so hard I almost fall backward.

He pumps slow, curling, thumb circling my clit, watching my face like he’s starving for every expression

“Let the neighbors hear who this pussy belongs to,” he rasps.

I came instantly, thighs shaking around his head, crying his name loud enough the whole block probably knows.

When the stars stop exploding behind my eyes he’s staring up at me, lips swollen, water dripping from his lashes. He stands between my spread thighs, sweatpants clinging transparent, stroking himself slow through the fabric while he watches me like dessert.

“Tomorrow,” he says, voice wrecked, “I’m taking you on dry land every room every surface you won’t walk for a week.”with this expression of pride he meant every word he said

I reached for him, desperate, but he steps back, shakes his head.

“Not yet i want you begging louder than that.”

He turns and jumps  out of the pool in one smooth move, water pouring off him, cock straining, leaving me trembling on the edge.

I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when my phone buzzes on the lounger. I crawl over, dripping, grab it with shaking fingers.

Julian

Tomorrow night you don’t get to hide under water.

I’m taking what’s mine.

Sleep nakedI’ll know if you don’t.

I look up  He’s gone the patio door slides shut with a soft click.

Another text, ten seconds later.

Julian

Count the hours, baby girl the text message read

I already lost count of how many times I’m gonna make you scream I could read the text with his voice repeating in my head

I collapse back on the lounger, thighs slick with pool water and come, staring at the moon like it owes me answers 

Then I notice it the tiny red light on the pool-house camera blinking once. Twice.

It’s been recording the whole time wtf!! Was the only thing I was able to mutter to myself

Tomorrow we stop pretending.

Tonight the whole world might see

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