Page 27 of Just The Sex

Scene 23

Pool Sex

Ever & King

Walking outside of yet another elegant stone temple, there is a chill in the air. I follow King from the back door of our room to the pool. He’s got his hand wrapped around mine, which I’ve become very fond of as we traipse across the property. The water glistens in the moonlight, so blue, sparkling, and he is right, there is no one down here.

He opens the gate and I slip in behind him, hoping the pool is heated. King lets go of my hand and dives right in. I smirk, watching, and jump in after him. The second the water surrounds me it is so warm, like a bath, and I sink to my neck. King wraps his arms around me and kisses me once before looking back at the hotel.

“Do you think anyone is watching us?” I ask him as our bodies lock together.

“Would it matter?” he asks devilishly. I shake my head, not sure why I ask him anymore. It seems we continually have crazy sex outside or in public places and he doesn’t care…so I guess I shouldn’t either. The mound of his cock is already throbbing against me and he wrestles it out, then pushes my swimming suit to the side and sinks into me. A gush of water fills me, followed by him, and I tilt my head back, moaning at the night sky.

My hands are on the back of his head, legs locked around him as he strokes in and out of me. The sensation is unbelievable. I moan again and King says, “You might wanna act like we’re not doing what we are.”

I shoot him a wry look as he walks us to the corner of the pool. He grips the edge giving him more traction, able to fuck me harder. His eyes burn into mine as he moves in and out of me. I chew my bottom lip to stay quiet, and he kisses me hastily to swallow any sound. “Fuck,” I mumble against his lips. He pushes my body so far…so fast.

The water is slapping behind us and his grunts are deep. He might want to act like we’re not doing what we are. “You close?” he asks breathless.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he burrows his face into my neck, pushing me to a place I never thought possible. The water rushes up me, drenching the back of my hair and my insides are shaken to the max. Then the moment I begin to shudder, King freezes for that one brief second and then lets go. Biting my ear as he groans so sexily, pouring himself inside me.

“Yes.” I’m out of breath, but love when we come. “Give it to me,” I urge him on in a hushed tone.

He pumps himself dry and when he pulls back, there is clarity in his eyes. “Christ, I didn’t know that was gonna be so hard,” he says, leaving my aching cunt wanting more of him. I adjust my bottoms as he does the same. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“The water was like a barrier holding us apart.”

“I thought it was amazing.”

“It was, but I don’t like anything stopping me from giving you every bit of me.”

“I noticed,” I tell him, swimming off. However, I don’t make it far before he yanks me back.

“Don’t run.”

“I’m not.” I kiss him, happy to be in this moment together and ask him, “Why do you think I’m always running?”

He looks up at the night sky and exhales before speaking. I love watching him, the way he squints and how his forehead creases, then he says, “I can be… a lot—”

“You think?”

He rolls his eyes and runs a hand over his face, pushing his hair backwards. I think my comment hurt him as I feel the grip he has on me loosen. Taking his face in the palms of my hands, I tell him, “I was joking.”

“Well, I wasn’t.”

“Don’t get like this, keep talking.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Ever, or felt the way I do when I’m with you, or away from you for that fact.”

“I feel the same,” I tell him, noticing there is real pain in his eyes as he speaks. This is really hard for him right now.

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