Arvo’s breath was warm against my ear. It sent a shiver through me. We were close but not touching. His breath was the only contact, and I hate to admit, it felt nice.
Then he leaned closer, so his hot lips just barely grazed my earlobe.
“Sol Stamos,” he breathed, “is not what he seems.”
“What is he?” I replied, panting.
“A liar. You have no idea.”
All at once, Arvo’s hard, smooth body was against mine, pressing tight on my goose-pimpled flesh. I could feel him growing inside his constraining spandex. His hips gently undulated in the water, rubbing that growing cock against my inner thigh. For my part, I held fast to the wall, willing myself not to enjoy this glorious sensation. But it drove me wild nonetheless.
“I can show you,” he went on, “the danger you’re in. You have no idea how close you are to catastrophe. I can protect you, Biba. Don’t you think Zephyr would want that?”
“I—I don’t . . . I—”
This was out of my control. I couldn’t resist any longer. Arvo’s dewy, hairless chest was right against my cheek. One of his hands slid down the tile and found my waist.
Almost involuntarily, I stuck out my tongue and licked the water from Arvo’s chest. His skin was salty. I did it again. Oh, fuck, his other hand was on my shoulder strap, pulling it down. I was touching his perfect washboard abs, letting my fingertips trace the lining on his tiny swimsuit. I could feel the tip of his huge cock pressing hard against the material.
“Let me protect you, Biba.”
Suddenly, he pulled down one side of my bra and savagely twisted my taut nipple.
I screamed out, but my cry was stopped by his mouth. Then we were devouring each other, tumbling against each other in the water. My legs wrapped around his torso so I could grind myself against his steel. His back was a tangle of ropey muscles, flexing under my hands.
What was I doing? Was it really just that Arvo was hot and I was lonely?
No, it couldn’t be. I’d been feeling this since the beginning of term, since the night I saw him brilliantly fucking Tess in the greenhouse. I’d known that night I needed his big hands touching me, massaging me, opening me. I needed that big, beautiful dick between my lips and deep inside me.
I needed to taste his mouth. And so I was, right there in the Stormcloud pool where anyone could walk in.
“Yes,” I gasped as he nibbled and sucked on my neck. “Oh, yes, Arvo. God, that feels so fucking nice.”
I felt his hand release my breast and plunge down between our bodies. He was pulling down his suit to free that giant hard-on.
He was going to fuck me right there in the water.
Not now, Biba, my mind warned me. If you do it now, you get nothing. Sol will die, and Zephyr will find out.
“No,” I heard myself say, as much to my conscience as to him.
“What?” he grunted.
Be smart, Biba. This is a dangerous game. You have to be smart.
My hands were on his chest, pushing myself away. Arvo only had one arm around me. Even if he wanted to hold me to him, he couldn’t. He didn’t resist, though, and he let me go.
Maybe it was part of the game for him. Perhaps it dawned on him that he was about to fuck Zephyr’s lady without his permission.
Whatever the reason, he let me flee. I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my clothes and a towel from the communal shelf. I wrapped myself up as best I could and ran at a full sprint back to my room.
There were probably students gawking at me as I ran—dripping and panting and wearing only a towel—back to my bedroom.
Not Zephyr’s. Mine. I couldn’t be in his room for what came next.
My head was foggy, unfocused. I had nothing in my mind except the need to get off. Whatever the reason for my attraction to Arvo, it was a fucking dam bursting within me then.
Still soaked and smelling of chlorine, I slammed the door behind me, dropped my towel, and flopped face down onto the bed.