Page 47 of Below the Barrel

“Come,” he says, his voice thick, holding out his hand.

I take it, the warmth of his fingers wrapping around mine. We walk toward the edge of the pool, the cool night air doing absolutely nothing to chill the heat radiating inside of me. Our hands stay intertwined as we leap in, water crashing over us, the world disappearing for a moment beneath the surface.

When we emerge, Koa’s already pulling me toward him, his hands slipping around my bare waist, tugging me closer until my body is pressed against his. The water ripples around us, but all I can focus on is him. His lips hovering just above mine, his breath hot against my skin.

He presses his lips into mine, gently at first, and I lose myself in the kiss, in the feel of his body against mine, the water swirling around us. My hands are on his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as his mouth begins to move hungrily against mine, his hands exploring every inch of me too.

If Koa Foster wants me, he’s going to get all of me.

“I want you,” I whisper against his lips, my voice barely a breath, but heavy with desire as I slide a hand down his torso into the water, until I wrap my fingers around his hard length.

He pulls back, his expression tight, conflicted, his jaw clenched as he tries to resist. “Mal, maybe we should talk fir?—”

“I want you, Koa,” I say, shaking my head before pressing my lips to his neck, my words a soft plea against his skin. “I have an IUD…you don’t have to worry.”

I pump his cock once, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to find the strength to hold back. But then, somethingshifts. His resolve snaps, and his hands tighten on my hips, spinning me around and forcing me to grip onto the cool tile of the pool’s edge, as he presses his body against mine until there’s no space left between us. I feel his cock slide between my thighs and my pussy clenches at its nearness.

“Are you sure?” His voice is a low growl, his lips brushing against my ear.

I nod, my grip on the edge of the pool wall tightening in anticipation. “Yes.”

Without hesitation he grips his cock and brings it to my entrance. I spread my legs wider, giving him better access, before he slides in, stretching me to my limit. I let out a breathy moan, feeling him completely fill me before he pauses inside.

“Fuck,” he groans, one hand gripping my breast and the other gently wrapped around my throat as he begins to pull out before slamming back into me.

I gasp on the impact, my eyes shutting from pure bliss. “I forgot how big you are,” I say, breathlessly.

“I missed your tight pussy,” he replies, thrusting into me faster now. The water splashes around us, each movement sending waves rippling outwards, and I feel my entire body respond, melting into him.

Koa groans, the sound vibrating against my skin, and I bite my lip, trying to contain the rush of emotion and pleasure coursing through me. I’ve missed this, feeling him worship me until I’m crying out, his hands roaming over my entire body as if memorizing it in case I disappear. The water splashes against our bodies, but all I can focus on is the sensation of him, the feelings I have for him, the way we move together like we’re the only two people to exist in this world.

Carnival fireworks burst above us, and it feels like a celebration just for us—a sign that everything is right and I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

He pulls out of me, and I feel the loss instantly, my heart sinking, but he spins me around so I’m facing him and lifts me up by my thighs so that I’m straddling him. I wrap my arms around his neck before crashing my lips to his.

He re-enters me, more forcefully this time, and I moan into his mouth as he pounds my pussy relentlessly. My head falls back as my mouth falls open and the sound of the fireworks mask the loud moans that escape from me.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” he asks, watching me with that lust-filled look in his eyes.

I nod, but that’s not good enough.

“Say it,” he commands.

I feel my face heat, feeling shy for some reason.

“Say it,” he repeats, stopping the thrusts all together.

“Don’t stop,” I say in a panic, my eyes widening as I find his.

“Why not?” he asks, a smug smirk playing on his lips as his thrusts begin again, agonizingly slow.

“Because,” I say, my face heating even more.

He watches me, fascinated and amused. “Use your words, Princess. Why don’t you want me to stop?”

“Because I want you to make me come until I can’t even remember my own name,” I say in a rush, pursing my lips as I look away from him, certain I’m crimson.

He lets out a boyish chuckle before slamming into me once, forcing a moan out of me, before he returns to the slow thrusts. “Anyone could make you come until you can’t remember your own name,” he says, moving his head in my line of vision, forcing me to look at him again. “Why do you want me to be the one to do it?”

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