Page 154 of Plaything

“It’s always busy,” she answered.

My professors all turned to look at me, dumbfounded at my proposed agreement. This wasn’t something we’d discussed, and I hoped it was okay for me to make that decision. It seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, there was no rule that I had to participate in anything. I’d just go as an observer and see what it was like. The thought was foreign, and I was incredibly nervous about going, but for them, I’d try anything once.

Aiden’s back and biceps flexed as he pulled himself up out of the water, sitting next to me with his legs in the water. “Ignore Vincent, Babydoll; he’s a shit-stirrer.” His eyes were unusually soft, and I knew that he was looking for any hesitation or lie while studying me. “If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to,” he assured.

“I know,” I smiled at his concern. Vincent frequently played devil’s advocate, so that wasn’t news to me. I was well aware of his meddling. “I want to go,” I promised. It was the truth; I was morbidly curious to see the appeal.

Aiden watched me for a while but never found a reason not to trust me. “Okay then,” he approved.

“Wednesday evening,” Dominic answered Vincent’s question. His decision sealed our newfound plans for Wednesday.

“Lovely,” Vincent smirked, having successfully manufactured and manipulated the course of the conversation. It was just a reminder that even if he was stirring the pot, he was a successful businessman. He knew how to get what he wanted. It was pure strategy.

Jamie smiled—a genuine smile I’d never seen before; she almost always wore a smirk. “It’ll be fun,” she promised.

I sipped my drink as Aiden lowered himself back into the pool. His muscular back caught my attention again. Yummy.

“Collin,” Vincent called.

No response. He just continued shoving his tongue down Reesia’s throat. I averted my eyes and tried not to giggle. Get it, girl, I’m not judging.

“Dude, I don’t wanna float in your precum,” he tried again while chuckling. When the couple didn’t react again, he threw his hands up and gave the rest of us looks that made us laugh.

“Reesia!” He tried while clapping his hands.

Dominic walked over and pulled himself up next to me. I tuned out Vincent’s attempts at getting their attention and smiled at him.

“Are you still cold?” He asked, touching my thigh.

“I’m slowly unfreezing,” I nodded, letting go of my legs. My second drink was kicking in, and I felt less shy, especially with him beside me. They all made me feel safe, but I felt untouchable when I was near Dominic. I knew no one (besides my other professors) would dare to look at me with him next to me.

He tilted his head toward the vacant side of the concrete. “Let’s get you warmed up,” he pronounced. He stood up and held out a hand for me to take.

Grabbing my drink and his hand, I excitedly walked with him over to the hot tub. Standing up for the first time in an hour, I swayed a bit, feeling dazed. I giggled, using Dominic’s arm to regain my balance.

Behind us, I faintly heard Vincent splash the couple and Collin roughhousing him and dunking him under the water. I guess he didn’t want to be interrupted.

Dominic chuckled. “Feeling good?” He teased.

So. Many. Innuendos. Every dirty joke I could make ran through my mind, and I had to press my lips together so I wouldn’t blurt.

My composure didn’t last long. As soon as my foot dipped into the hot water, I looked up at him. “Not yet,” I flirted. When we got home, I was going to be such a slut for them.

He turned on the jets before he got in next to me. The water began to bubble and foam over. His back faced away from the pool and everyone else. “Come here,” he ordered, curling two fingers at me.

Uh oh. A mixture of nerves and giddiness washed over me, surely the margaritas doing. I moved between his knees. “Hmm?”

He took a swig of beer before placing it next to my margarita behind him. His eyes darkened. “Don’t play coy with me,” he warned before pulling me into his lap. My eyes widened as I straddled him, feeling a rod against my ass.

A slight sound of surprise escaped my lips at the unexpected pressure against me. I looked over his shoulder, but no one was paying us any mind. Sitting in his lap was much more innocent than the full-on foreplay Collin and Reesia had just done in front of everyone.

His hands ran up my thighs, tickling me and sending pulses to my core. “You look so sexy in this tiny little bikini,” he rasped. Faint traces of whisky and beer on his breath numbed my senses, and I found myself leaning into his masculine aroma. “Acting all fucking shy—fuck, it makes my cock so fucking hard for you,” he breathed.

My heart was practically leaping from my chest, his foul mouth making my body ignite. I flinched when I felt him run a teasing finger along my bikini, right where my clit was aching for attention. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I widened my eyes. “Dominic,” I panted once.

Ignoring my warning, he pushed my bottoms to the side. “Shh,” he hushed. “They can’t see over the bubbles. Be my good girl and keep quiet.”

I kept glancing between the pool and his eyes, hoping to God no one suspected us. His hands shuffled between us for a moment before he placed something much bigger than a finger against my entrance. I widened my eyes and lifted myself off him. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

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