Dimly, I’m still aware we’re in public, in a pool area where anyone could see. Where dozens of people are walking past us, dancing, drinking, laughing, singing. It turns me on even more, knowing how easily we could be caught. Knowing how we’re right out in the open doing this.
Finally, he’s all the way inside me. “Keep dancing,” he says, low and commanding.
I start to move again, wriggling against him, and he bounces me up and down in his lap, just far enough to drive his cock in and out of me, but not hard enough to make the water churn, to make it obvious what we’re doing.
It’s a kind of sweet torture. He’s not thrusting hard and deep, but short and shallow, quick thrusts that drive the head of his cock right along my front inner wall, making me grit my teeth as his spongy tip glides over my G-spot again and again. It doesn’t take long before I’m poised on the brink of orgasm, but he tightens his grip on my hips with both hands now, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I’m sure it will leave marks tomorrow. That only makes it hotter, somehow, the tiny tinge of pain in among the pleasure.
“Wait for me,” he orders, his voice a low murmur against my ear. “Don’t come until I do.”
I hold my breath and dig my nails into my palms, trying to contain myself. But it’s hard. I’ve been teased all day and tormented up in the room just before we got here. My body is aching, dying for a release. Still, I clench myself tight, holding it in. I can feel him shuddering beneath me as he thrusts a little harder, a little faster. The water churns slightly around us, but I’m too far gone to notice, to care. He’s nearing his edge too.
“Come in me, husband,” I breathe, tilting my head back so my lips brush his. “I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”
He grits his teeth and groans, low enough that nobody else can hear it over the music. Then he whispers, “Come now,” and I can’t hold it back any longer.
The orgasm hits me hard, making my whole body shake as I gasp for air. At the same time, I can feel him release too, shooting his cum deep inside me, pinning my body tightly against his with both hands. I hold myself there, shuddering with the aftershocks of ecstasy, my eyes half-closed with pleasure.
We hear voices coming closer, and we both glance up to see Paul and Meghan returning. Luke tugs me back against him, voice hot against my ear as he whispers. “Don’t let anyone know. And don’t let a single drop of my cum slip out of you into the water,” he breathes.
Then he releases me, and pulls out of me, at the same time letting his fingers release my bikini bottoms so they snap back into place. I clench every muscle in my body, forcing myself to act normal, to flash a smile at Paul and Meghan as I climb out of the tub on shaking legs. “Bathroom run,” I explain with a jaunty wave, before I start to hurry across the grounds. My breath is still coming fast, my cheeks flushed. It’s a good thing my bathing suit is already soaked, so nobody will notice the cum that starts to leak from my pussy, dribbling down my inner thigh as I cross the pool deck to the bathrooms.
When I finally make it into a stall, I practically collapse against the door, my whole body trembling. My pussy feels so sensitive that even just cleaning myself up makes sparks of pleasure jump through my veins. I wait until my breathing has steadied before I venture back out of the stall and try to plaster on a normal expression, to return to the pool area.
Fucking hell. I’d always imagined sex with Luke would be hot, but I had no idea it would be like… well… this. So hot that I’ll be ruined for fucking anyone else after this weekend.
I push the thought to the back of my mind. We still have a whole night, and tomorrow together, too. I don’t need to think about how temporary it is yet. I don’t need to worry about what happens when this ends.
For now, I promise myself I’ll just enjoy the ride.
8
We stay at the pool party until it winds down. Luke toasts me with champagne, but I barely drink even half the glass. I don’t need it. My head is already swimming with enough endorphins to make me dizzy, especially after we finally climb out of the hot tub at the end of the night to make our way back to the rooms. We bid Meghan and Paul farewell at our doors, with them heading into the room beside ours with one final wave.