Page 13 of Bratty Badboys

Promise me I’ll get to fuck this pussy soon, pretty.

I couldn’t wait to fulfill that promise. Deciding to move my body, I found my bikini from the luggage and made my way to the pool.

I smiled at the hotel employee sitting behind a desk outside the pool. He stopped mid-yawn and greeted me.

We planned to use the pool for the after-wedding party. Since it had a beautiful view to the city and at night, it’d look pretty with some flower arrangements and a mini bar. But last night, one of the aunts from Felix’s family stepped inside the pool accidentally, causing a commotion. She was drenched and it took some time to soothe her and other guests. I decided to cancel all the arrangements with the pool for the wedding day, because I wanted it to be perfect and not have Aaron worry about anything but his marriage. I was disappointed, but it was my son’s special day, and everything needed to go smoothly.

I changed into a blue bikini in the locker room and made my way to the pool, breathing in the cold fresh air. Sun was still down and since it was so early, no one would come to the pool to swim. I had it all to myself.

I took a deep breath and dived in the cold water, my skin erupting with goosebumps. I moved my arms and started swimming, loving the burn of my limbs after three laps of the pool. I couldn’t wait to go back to my hometown and open my Pilates studio again. I had taken a week off because of Aaron’s wedding, but I already missed helping the lovely ladies and couple of gents who were my regulars.

I swam one more lap and knowing no one was around, I removed my bikini and swam around lazily. Memory of skinny dipping for the first time flashed in my mind, and I quickly blackened it, focusing on the present. I wasn’t a naive teenager anymore.

“Nice tits you got there,” a deep voice rumbled, making me fumble on my back stroke as I looked around with wide eyes, covering my breasts.

I sighed in relief and tried to calm down my heartbeat as Caleb walked closer, his eyes dark in the early morning. “Good morning, pretty,” he said, leaning down as I swam closer to the edge. He eyed my wet bikini on the edge of the pool and looked at me. “You decided to skinny dip and didn’t invite me? I’m wounded,” he rubbed his heart while his eyes made heart-eyes to my breasts.

Blood rushed my cheeks. “Why are you up so early?” my voice was high-pitched since he gave me a little scare.

He hummed. “I couldn’t sleep.” I was sure he was hiding something, but I didn’t want to prod. “There’s a hot tub inside.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know they had a hot tub.

Caleb eyed me for a moment before standing up and removing his tee shirt. “Unless you want me to skinny dip here with you in the freezing fucking water, I don’t mind.”

My eyes fell from his tattoos to his muscles and down to the delicious vee of his hipbones and the happy trail that disappeared down the tight pants he was wearing. They were different from the formal silk pants he wore yesterday. These were dark black, just like his hair, with rips on his thighs and knees. They suited him more with his black Vans.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I will fuck you right here,” he whispered snapping me out of my ogling.

I licked my lips and heard myself whisper through my pounding heart, “Do it.”

His eyes snapped to me, and before I could register what was happening, he had already pulled me out of the pool, his hold on my arm tight as his lips clashed against mine. I moaned, pressing my wet body against his chiseled warm skin as his hand threaded through my hair, pulling me close. The feel of his lip and tongue piercings sent a thrill to my body, making me shiver in his arms.

“Caleb—mmgh,” I let out a soft gasp which he swallowed immediately. My chest was heaving by the time he pulled away. His eyes were nothing but swirls of obsidian full of lust and desire.

“Back out now, Anna,” he rasped, his voice deep. “Or I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name raw.”

I blinked at him, eyes wide and parted lips.

For the first time since I had met Caleb, he looked menacing. With his eyebrow piercing glinting in the dim lights by the pool, his pupils dilated and plump lips in a thin line. He wasn’t smirking or being mischievous.

For a heartbeat, and only a heartbeat, I thought of backing out.

Instead of replying to him, I leaned on his chest, keeping my neck craned to look at him as I held his hand—his cold rings making me tremble—and brought it between my legs. His jaw clenched when I let him feel how wet I was. How drenched I was for him. And only him.

“Do you still want me to back out, Caleb?” I asked, biting my lip when his expert fingers rubbed my wetness, looking at me from his long lashes.

He raised his hand, his fingers glistening wet with my juices, and rubbed it over my left nipple, his warm knuckles bumping with my piercing. My heart hammered in my ribs as he raised it to his lips and licked it. I swallowed, my mouth dry as I watched him.

The sound of water lapping gently in the pool was relaxing. Cool breeze settled over us as thick sexual tension cocooned us and nothing existed but this beautiful man with dark hair, eyes and piercings.

“You’re such a wet, needy thing aren’t you, pretty?” He whispered, his voice smoky as he leaned down and lapped at my left breast. He sucked the nipple in his mouth and brushed his teeth against the metal piercing, making me hiss and scrunch his hair in my hand. “Your pussy is sopping wet for me, hm?”

I gasped when he bit my nipple, his onyx eyes flashing at me with a dark glare. “Only for me, right?” He asked again, pinching my right nipple with a harsh edge to his voice.

Fuck yes. I tightened my hold on his hair. I wanted this side of him.

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