It's darker now and the lights from the lanterns reflect beautifully against her skin.
"Oh, like is putting it mildly," I tell her.
She does that dance again and then jumps into the pool. Her laughter and the splash of the water break through the quietude of the night, drowning the faint mellow music seeping from the speakers.
With a final gulp, I finish my drink before putting the champagne stopper on the bottle. I kick off my sandals and strip out of my sports shorts. My t-shirt follows. I set off on a light jog and then I fling myself in after her. I hear her laugh as my body hits the water.
It's no surprise that the temperature of the water is warm given this was another scorching day, but it’s still such a welcome sensation against my skin. Since I jumped into the deep part of the pool, it takes me a few seconds before my feet press flat against the bottom. With a strong jerk, I push myself upwards until I break the surface. When I spot Charlie in the shallower side, I swim over next to her. She’s neck deep in water and from afar, her blonde hair floats around her shoulders like a halo. Her eye makeup is slightly smeared, but I love that she doesn't care. To me, she looks perfect.
“Look at that sky,” she marvels. Her head tilts fully back.
“I’d rather look at you.”
She offers a hesitant smile before saying, “Come on, Barrett, play along. The sky is twinkling with stars. It's amazing how it's easy to forget about all of this when we're home. Everything is so go, go, go. Despite the Jason Belvedere fiasco, we’re lucky enough to be able to enjoy a perfect evening under the stars.” She's right. “That's a bonus I can live with." She pauses. An amused glee veils her eyes. "The company isn't too bad either," she winks.
I walk up to her and drop a soft kiss on her lips. “Ditto, kitten.”
"Do you still remember the names of all the stars and constellations?" she asks.
"You give me too much credit. I never knew them all. Just a few."
"I loved it when you used to point them out when we were on that yacht on our first trip to Monaco.” She’s never been able to forget that trip. Neither have I. “You’re so knowledgeable. Stars always look like teeny tiny dots sprinkled in the sky to me,” she laughs.
I learned everything I know about stars and constellations in the Navy. I tried to teach her, but she insisted that she preferred to listen to me talk about them.
“You’re too intense in London to bother, but I used love how you’d always do that when we were on vacation. That's when you’d allow Mellow Barrett to surface.”
“Mellow Barrett?”
"Yes."
I laugh.
"Who the hell is that bloke?"
"He’s the other sexy guy trapped inside your God-sculpted body. The one who makes time to smell the roses. To chill. To relax," she explains.
"Why don't you accompany me back to my room. Let's see if Mellow Barrett is chilling there," I chuckle.
She swats my arm. "You’re impossible."
"You already know that."
"You promised to feed me before ravishing me," she reminds me.
"Silly duck, don't you know I can change my mind at the drop of a hat."
"No food. No fun, loverboy," she states.
I cock a surprised eyebrow. “Really?”
“Absolutely. You can't expect me to run—or should I say, fuck—on empty."
"I know something you could feed on. It's full of nutrients," I smile wide.
"That just won't do. I need something more substantial than that."
"As if my meaty cock isn't substantial enough?"
She lets out a dramatic sigh. "On second thoughts, maybe an evening off is what the doctor ordered. That way I can recharge my batteries, have a proper meal and go to bed early. I’ll wake up tomorrow morning as fresh as a daisy. It’s not as if I’m addicted to your cock or anything like that.” Sure.
I survey her carefully. “Oh, Barrett,” I mock, “that’s it, deeper, deeper, deeper. Please. I bloody love your big fat juicy cock. Fucking take my ass. Fucking dominate me. Fucking ram through me like an army tank. Make me come until I forget my own name. Please, Barrett. Please.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don't give her a chance. I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder stealing the wind from her chest. She’s only able to shriek, as I quickly make my way to the deeper end of the pool, a huge grin stretching my lips.
I then slide her body down so we’re facing each other, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, sex to sex. "How dare you lie to me? You and I both know that you're addicted to my cock, and how well I take care of your body."
She squints, her lips pursed in annoyance. Just as she's about to fire off a repartee, I scoop her up and toss her like she weighs nothing.
“Fuck, Barrett!” she screams, arms flapping in the wind right before she sinks into the water. When she emerges, she shakes her head. The brisk movement causes her hair to whip water around like a sprinkler. "What the hell?"
I roar with laughter. The sound is so sincere and so carefree, it surprises even me.
"You challenged me, kitten," I tell her.
"So, you decide to drown me?" she shouts, gripping the edge of the pool.
"I wasn't trying to drown you, I was simply teaching you a lesson,"
"I much prefer it when you redden my ass or when you belt my hands behind my back," she pouts.
"That can be arranged," I laugh. "Come on, let's swim back to the other side," I suggest.
"As long as you agree not to kill me."
"Nah, I have bigger plans for you after this. I need you alive … until sunset at least. So, we have plenty of time. After that, I can't vouch for your safety," I laugh.
"Wanker," she throws at me.
"I was thinking more along the lines of fucking you, but if you want to watch me stroke my cock while you pleasure yourself, I'm up for that," I smile wide.
"What's gotten into you tonight, Barrett?"
Honestly, I don't know.
There's a sense of lightness, I’m rarely able to relish.
I think it's a combination of Tyler's good news and the fact that despite it all, we’re in this sliver of heaven on earth and I have her all to myself for another night.
"I'm trying to channel Mellow Barrett. How am I doing?"
She explodes in laughter.
"You don't let it out often, but your sense of humor is brilliant," she says.
"I just let it out for special girls like you," I wink.
She averts her gaze. It’s only when she does that I realize the pool water washed away all traces of her makeup.
Charlotte is striking when she's in supermodel mode. When she's au natural like this, she displays such vulnerability. There's something so innocent about that, it's unsettling.
"Follow me," I wave before swimming away from her.
When we’re both standing in the shallower part of the pool, I pull her into my arms. She circles hers around my neck in response.
My hands travel down her waist and continue downwards until they settle on her butt. I squeeze it hard.
“Arghhh,” she lets out.
"You might be willing to lie about it, but I have no problem being honest and admitting that I'm totally addicted to your fine ass."
I pull her body towards mine and lift her slightly, so her face is leveled with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist.
"I love hearing you say things like that. It makes me feel sexy."
"My words are simply homage to your incredible beauty. I'm humbled they have such an effect."
She bores her eyes into mine for a while.
It's like everything around us is frozen in time.
I don't rush the moment. Neither does she.
Eventually, she lowers her head closer to mine and kisses me. I allow it for a beat before taking control. My tongue slowly inches inside of her mouth, and when it tangles with hers, it’s like a storm of emotions rioting in my chest. I lift one hand to the side of her
face and let loose— my movements become rougher, faster and more demanding. A low feral growl escapes me. I lightly bite her plump lower lip as I press my hard on between her legs.
“Jesus," she pants inside my mouth.
Fuck.
You’d think I hadn’t spent most of last night kissing the hell out of her.
She does that to me, my butterfly.
Needing more, I rub my finger over her bikini-clad pussy, wishing it was my raging erection instead.
“Oh, God,” she hisses.
The way she responds to me hardens my balls.
"Damn, Charlotte."
"Slip them inside my pussy," she begs, her nails clawing into my neck as she gyrates her hips in slow circles.
"You want more, kitten?"
“Yes,” she hisses. “Please."
If I grant her wish, I won't be able to put on the brakes. A public pool is no place for me to finger-fuck the pussy I cherish so much.
As quickly as I started, I stop.
"Why did you do that for?" she growls.
"I just want to make sure you're okay with us being out here. Anyone could walk in on us."
"How far are you going to take this?" she asks with that familiar mirth gleaming dancing in her eyes.
"We’ll be flirting with the edge of obscenity. It's definitely going to get a little raunchy."
"I'm okay with that. Not to mention that the water hides a lot." And if she doesn't give me the biggest smile I've ever seen.
“I had something else in mind.”
“Do tell.”
“Let’s get out of this pool and grab a shower.”
"We’re going back to your suite?" she asks, confused.
"Oh no. Why waste a good erection?” A devilish smile takes over my face.
“Barrett Ascott, your grin tells me that you're up to no good."
"I did warn you."
"Is it too late to run?" she laughs.
"Please," I roll my eyes. "You thrive on stuff like this, Charlotte. We both know you’re a little exhibitionist."
She returns my wide grin.
I pull myself out of the pool before helping her out.
"Where are the showers located? I didn't notice them when we were sitting under the cabana."
"They’re on the side. They’re slightly secluded, which allows us time to hide any evidence of debauchery."
"In that case, lead the way, sailor," she laughs.
The open showers are designed to look like the cement wall partitioning the VIP section. The addition of the raindrop showerhead will come in handy. They’re massive and dispense enough water to cover two people.
"I don't think we've ever done anything like this before," I say as we reach the showers.
"We've done a lot of wanton things, but this one isn't on the list."
"So it's a first for both of us?"
"It appears so," she smiles.
Despite the fact that I'm fully aware that she's no longer all mine, I still love knowing that there are things she shares with me that she hasn’t shared with any other man on this planet.
“Let’s cross this one off our bucket lists.”
“I like the way you think, mate."
That's all I need to hear.
I play with the faucet until the water reaches a comfortable temperature. I then turn her around and grab her in my arms, forcing her to straddle me. I take a few steps until her back hits the dark gray tile backdrop.
“Oh,” she gasps at the impact.
“You’re okay?”
“I am.”
“Good.” I lean forward and kiss her neck with a voracious hunger. “We might not have much more time up here alone, so it's going to be quick, rough… and dirty," I warn her.
"Do what you have to do, sailor,"
We both laugh.
I balance her ass with one hand and pull my swim trunks down with the other. I don’t slide them off completely—just enough to pull my cock out.
“We’re doing this?” I confirm.
“Stop talking, sailor, and fuck me,” she grins.
I reward her sass with a punishing kiss.
I tug her bikini bottom to one side and position my cock at her entrance. I tilt my hips back and drive into her with force.
"Mother of God," she breathes. The loud thump of her back slamming against the tile worries me at first, but she quickly dispels that worry. “I’ve wanted your cock all day.”
“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” I grunt.
Even though I was inside her earlier this morning, it feels like it's already been too long. How the fuck am I going to manage when we’re back in London?
When I feel her body slipping down, I snap back to the moment. I move us closer against the shower wall before wrapping my hand around her neck, forcing the back of her head to touch the wall.
“Oh, shit. Yeah,” she whispers.
I respond with a side grin.
Charlotte accepts every aspect of my dominance—relishes it even. That’s not been the case with all my ex-lovers.
“You’re ready for me to take ownership of that pussy?”
“What are you waiting for?” Even when she’s at my mercy she still finds it in her to be irreverent.
So I fuck her relentlessly.
With urgency.
It’s almost savage.
The pressure of my grip tightens around her neck with every thrust as I pound into her. I'm not shocking her, I'm simply heightening her pleasure and mine.
The intensity of the moment causes her to yell. “I fucking love your cock.”
“Shhhh, kitten.”
She nods, but the way her eyes are glazed over tells me, I might have to repeat myself.
The feeling of sliding my cock in and out of her with the water streaming all over our bodies knowing full well we’ve left all decency behind is so bloody hedonistic I have to coax myself not to come.
I fuck her so hard I might not to be able to recover.
She submits to my carnal ravaging like a good little girl with her eyes locked onto mine.
“Oh, Barrett—”
“Holy shit.” A woman's voice breaks into the night. “Check this out, you guys.”
"Fuck, you’re right, Cindy. This is sweet," another woman says.
Americans?
“This is living large, people,” the voice I now know as Cindy says. “Very swanky.”
Bollocks. Charlotte and I are no longer alone.
I let go of her throat and quickly turn off the water before placing my hand over her mouth.
“Keep it down,” I say in a low voice.
She nods.
I remove my hand from her mouth and grab her ass with both hands.
This might be a long stretch.
"I really like how the other half lives,” female number two says.
“Heck, I need to marry a sugar daddy." That sounds like a different voice from the previous two.
“Like you could bag one with that bony ass of yours, Violet.”
“Fuck off, Cindy.”
"Ladies, pipe it down.” That's a guy. “We’re not even supposed to be up here, so let’s not start a fight and call attention to us."
“Yes, Daddy Kevin.” Cindy mocks.
"Everybody is downstairs gambling their heads off, Kev. Stop worrying, bro." Another guy.
Fuck. How many are there?
"Matt, we’re not even guests at this hotel. Let’s keep it low key,” Kevin replies.
"As if we could afford this place." Violet snorts. “We can barely afford our cheap Airbnb and we’re splitting the cost.”
There's a collective round of laughter.
Great. We’re going to get busted by a bunch of broke intruders.
“Look, champagne. I bet you it’s some bomb-ass shit too,” Matt cheers.
“I bet you’re right. Let’s grab the bottle and ditch this place,” Violet suggests. “No one will know it was us.”
“I want to know what th
at other bottle is. Let’s grab that one too.” That’s Matt again.
“Fuck, I want those kick-ass yellow sandals.” That’s female number two, who still remains nameless.
"No fucking way," Charlotte mouths.
"Shhhh.” I have to coax myself not to laugh at the fury burning in her eyes.
“Too bad my size ten feet are too big,” nameless girl says.
"I’d steal them, but I can't walk in heels," Violet says.
"Ditto for me." That's Cindy.
"Thank God," Charlotte mouths.
“Are you guys stupid or what?” Kevin admonishes.
“What?” The other four ask.
“It’s enough that we’re crashing this event, I don’t need to find my ass in a Greek jail cell for theft. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have fantasies of being prison gang raped. Not worth it for a pair of high heels and a one-hundred-dollar bottle of champagne.” More like six hundred. "And I'm pretty sure whatever is in that other bottle isn't much different than Jack Daniels." One-thousand-pound sterling per bottle says you’re wrong. “I’m out of here.”
“Wait up, Kev,” Matt says.
“Yeah, Kevin, don’t be like that.” That’s Violet.
“Kevin,” two other voices wail in unison.
Just as quickly as they arrived, they’re gone.
When it’s silent again, I ready myself to say something, but Charlotte beats me to it.
“One more minute of that rubbish and I was going to tell them off for interrupting a perfectly good fuck and threatening to steel my expensive sandals.”
Charlotte’s comment catches me off guard.
I can’t help laughing.
“You’re so precious, kitten.”
“Enough sweet talking, sailor. Now that the broke Americans are gone, take it to the finish line.”
Unable to contain myself, I kiss the living daylights out of her before picking up where we left off.
This time, I fuck her with adrenaline coursing through my veins. The idea of getting caught is thrilling enough. Coming this close to having an audience for our grand finale is intoxicating.
I pump in and out of her like my life depends on it. The warm breeze caresses the beads of sweat trickling down my back, but it does little to cool down my heated body. I didn’t even bother turning the water back on. No time.
It doesn’t take long for the sweet familiar tug to pull at my balls.
I don’t have much left.
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