In front of her, Blake had turned his back to the hostel and was frantically trying to stuff his cock into his shorts as she finished putting her bikini in place. But he was too hard to go down and the water kept him buoyant, making it impossible for him to get in.
“Oi,” Blake called back, still trying to work on his shorts. “I’m staying at the hostel and thought I’d go for a night swim. Is the pool closed?”
Julia thought he’d be horrified to be caught like this, but it seemed like he was laughing. Flushed and breathless, he pecked her on the cheek, splashing water every which way. “Can you believe this?” he whispered.
The fact that he found the whole thing funny was making it hard not to laugh just a little. At least she’d never have to see the night guard again. Or, for that matter, anyone else at the hostel—after the morning, of course, when she packed her bags and found somewhere far, far away to hide for the rest of her life. Like Antarctica. She reached over to try to “help” Blake with his predicament but he swatted her hand away. “I can’t get out of this pool until you wrap yourself in a burlap sack and hide.”
“One sack girl coming up,” she teased, unable to stop giggling now.
“But then I’d know you were under there hiding, so that’s no solution.”
Julia grinned and bit her lip. “I guess you’re on your own this time.”
“Don’t do that,” he groaned.
“What?” Julia asked, but before he could answer, the man’s voice carried back over the pool.
“No, no it’s fine, but I’m about to lock the front gate and head out, so let me know if you need anything. The gate opens again at seven.”
“I’m all set, thank you, sir,” Blake said, his voice so strained he practically croaked. “Have a good night.”
“Boa noite,” the man said—goodnight—and continued on his way. The keys jangled in his pocket as his footsteps retreated toward the gate.
Julia ducked under water, leaving Blake free to move away a few strokes to look like he was actually swimming in case the guard looked back. The reminder that the night was passing and Blake would be gone first thing in the morning pounded in her heart as the water rushed in her ears. She held her breath as long as she could, trying to make sense of the swirling around her, but nothing in her brain would work.
She broke the surface, breathless and dazed, as they heard the key turn in the lock. She barely had time to gasp for air before Blake pounced upon her. She let out a shriek and he clamped one hand over her mouth.
“Shhhhh,” he hissed, his voice serious but his eyes mocking and light. “Don’t want anyone thinking this poor man is doing anything other than having a lonely night swim.”
“Are you sure we should—”
His mouth was on hers before she could finish her thought.
“You’re not very good at taming a man down,” he teased.
She grinned. It wasn’t her fault he was riled up like a racehorse and in no position to talk to anyone.
He ran his thumb over her lips. When he rested the pad of his finger on the middle of her mouth, she parted her lips and bit down gently on his nail.
“See?” he said, and she felt him shudder against her. “You bite your lip like you did, and it makes me want to bite it.” He nibbled her lower lip. “And then kiss you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “And then…” He lifted his hips to run the head of his cock down her bare stomach and pressed it in between her legs. “That man said he’s not coming back to open the gate until seven. I hope they’re all sound sleepers tonight.”
The feel of him rubbing against her sent her legs opening again, her fingers diving into the curls at the nape of his neck. Could they really keep doing this? But it was too hard to think when the hostel was quiet again and Blake so close she could feel his heart beating in his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and drew him toward her, right back where they’d left off.
“I’ll try to be quiet,” she whispered, running a hand over his chest.
“I hope not too quiet.” His voice caught and she grinned at how she could make him lose it with nothing more than a few words and a slight shift in the pressure of her hips. His hand was at her neck, tugging at the knot holding her bathing suit up. This time he let it come all the way undone.
Julia arched back against the side of the pool as his mouth explored hers. The nervousness from their near-exposure was still there, but now a heady excitement coursed through her veins. If they were walked in on now, she wouldn’t be able to get her top on fast enough. Blake wouldn’t be able to shield her. She’d be completely compromised.
But no one here knew her, and she’d never have to see them again. The freedom made her heart pound and her blood sing. She dug her fingers deeper into Blake’s hair.
She felt him tugging on her bikini bottoms, sliding them over her hips. She had a moment of sudden panic that this was real—she was really doing this, getting naked in a pool with this unbelievable stranger doing unbelievable things to her body—but she was too far gone to stop herself with ridiculous things like thinking.
Blake came up from her breasts to kiss her as he pulled her bottoms all the way down. He had one hand on his cock and was sliding it over her skin, up and down the lower part of her stomach and the crease where her thighs met the curls between her legs. She untied the back of her bathing suit, leaving herself completely exposed. The two pieces of her bikini floated up somewhere behind him. This was so, so not Julia.
And that was why she loved it.
She put her hand over Blake’s and took over stroking him. “Hold up one second, tiger,” he whispered in her ear, and she thought she’d done something wrong as he swam over to his towel and flip flops by the side of the pool. But then he heaved his top half up and pulled out—yes, that was definitely a condom in his wallet, tucked in his sandal.
“You certainly came prepared,” she said as he waded back over to her. Did he just assume there’d always be a willing woman around?
“So you know, I’ve been tested about a billion times since my ex.” Julia raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask—no question from the way he said it that the ex had cheated on him. But now wasn’t really the time to get into details. “And I’ve been safe every time since then.”
Okay, another thing not to ask follow up questions about. Every time? How many times were there?
“I know I’m okay,” she said, trying not to think of the vast disparity between their sexual experiences. She’d had unprotected sex for the eight years she’d spent infrequently lying under Danny, but they were each other’s firsts. And unlike Blake with his ex, she knew she didn’t have to worry about what Danny had been up to.
“But there are other things we can do, if you don’t want to—”
She swam over to him, feeling his eyes searching her. Normally it made her incredibly uncomfortable to have anyone try to get too close, but maybe it was the fact that it was just one night with Blake that let her feel so at ease. When he cradled her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss was so soft she couldn’t believe this was the same bad boy who’d been saying such things to her with that mouth. She opened her lips and sought his tongue with hers.
His fingers traveled down the length of her body, right where she wanted him to be. When he slid a finger inside her, she spread her legs wider for him, her hands on his shoulders guiding him in. He found her clit, tracing lightly until she couldn’t stop herself from pressing down, rubbing against his hand. The feel of him on her thigh as she moved only heightened her desire.
Usually she felt like it took her forever to be ready, but Blake’s slightest touch was driving her insane. There’d been so much build up since she first laid eyes on him across the room. She wanted him inside her, now.
“You’re so wet.” His tongue was hot against her ear, his hand moving fast as her hips coaxed him on.
“Because of you.” At her words, he guided her toward the shallow end of the pool until her bare
ass grazed the steps. He leaned her back, pressing his body on top of her. Julia lifted her hips so she was out of the water, holding herself up with her hands on the edge of the highest step.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered. The instructions sent another wave of liquid heat coursing through her. It was a good thing the water was lapping at her thighs or else she might burst into flames.
She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, sliding the condom on. She was the one with her legs spread, the one completely naked while he still had his shorts grabbing his tight ass. She was the one pressed against the edge of the pool, preparing for him to drive into her.
But she was the one in control.
She slid the tip of his cock up and down between her thighs, slick with desire and aching for him. She was dripping with water but her wetness was different, a slipperiness she could feel. He was bucking his hips now, trying not to rush but wanting nothing more than to be inside her. She knew she was driving him mad and she loved it. She pressed his head against her clit and rotated her hips to feel him rub against the sensitive spot.
“Now,” he gasped, and without further teasing, she used her hand to guide him right where she wanted.
For a second, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, he was so big and it had been so long that she felt she was being split open all the way to her heart. She gasped, her hips rigid as he held himself over her, shoulders straining with his weight against the step.
“Are you okay?” he panted, and she could feel it was taking everything in him not to move. Not to start in on her until he was sure she could take it.
But as she got used to the feeling, she started arching her hips against him, beginning to move. She laughed a little, self-conscious but suddenly feeling like she needed to tell him. “It’s been a long time.”
“That’s okay,” he said, and again she was surprised by his sudden tenderness. He shifted his weight and brushed a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “We can go slow.”
Julia shook her head emphatically. “No. Slow is definitely not what I want.” She almost laughed again at the confused expression on his face. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her hips up and down, setting the pace. The surprise from having him inside her was gone, and in its place, a need was building up deep inside her. “Take me,” she whispered in his ear, trying to make herself sound as irresistible as possible and wondering if she could really pull it off.
“Are you sure?” Blake searched her eyes. She searched him back.
“Can I really ask for anything I want?” she said uncertainly, remembering what he’d said before she’d jumped in the pool. Before she’d gone and found herself completely undone.
“Absolutely.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, grazing her lower lip with his teeth.
“Then what I really want is for you to fuck me.”
The taste of the words in her mouth was pure sex and she wondered how she’d ever stayed so quiet in the past. The spark in Blake’s eyes was like she’d flicked a switch in him. A tremor shot through her. She had unleashed him, and there was no going back.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists to the lip that ran around the edge of the pool. She was splayed open to him, her nipples hard and aching, her hair caught in thick wet waves. She gasped.
And then he started rocking inside her.
She tried to press her arms back against his weight but he kept her pinned. The feeling of his body against hers was everything she’d ever wanted—covering her, taking her, claiming her as his. He wasn’t holding back any more, his frenzied thrusts growing harder and surer every time he drove himself into her. His breath was ragged in her ear, low groans escaping every time she bucked her hips to meet him as he buried himself inside.
The feel of every inch of him was making her whimper, and he unclasped her trapped wrists to clamp a hand to her mouth.
“Quiet, darling,” he whispered, but he punctuated his command with a deeper thrust so hot and heavy it made her cry into his palm. She bit down on his hand and then his fingers as he slid his hand across her mouth, delight and desire dancing over his face. She sucked on one finger, then two.
“Good girl,” he murmured, but that made her buck her hips harder, her ass hitting the tiles so hard she knew it would leave a bruise. She didn’t want to be good—not tonight. Not now, as the moonlight danced over the waves from their splashing.
She moaned into his mouth, her cries muffled by his deep, hard kiss.
“Julia,” he groaned, and then whatever he was saying was caught in the frenzy of his breathing. She ran her nails along his back and through his hair, spreading her legs wide around him.
“Fuck me, Blake,” she mouthed in his ear, keeping her voice low and just for him, knowing how much her asking for it had driven him insane. “Fuck me harder, Blake. Please.”
See? She was still a good girl—she was polite even when she was begging for it.
His groan caught in his throat and then all of a sudden he was pulling out of her, leaving an emptiness she couldn’t bear. But it was only to step out of his swim shorts, which by now had slid down his thighs and were getting in the way. He stood before her in the moonlight, cock standing straight up. Instinctively she lifted her hips to him, inviting him back in.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll get what you want,” he said, watching her squirm before him in anticipation.
“I want you inside me.”
“Right where I want to be.”
Without hesitating he reached for her thighs, holding her legs up and spreading them wide. She had to hold on tight to the edge of the step to keep herself stable while he drove into her. The water flowed up over her legs in little waves.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” he growled, his hands on her hips to give him more leverage.
How could those words turn her on so much? But hearing him say it made her feel it like it was already happening, his heat streaming inside her as he completely let go. “I want you to,” she gasped, gripping the edge of the step. She didn’t just want to imagine the look that would cross his face when he released into her. She wanted to gaze up into his eyes and see the pleasure and total abandon and know it was because of her.
With one hand she balanced herself while he held her legs up and used her free hand to rub her clit as he moved inside her. Every touch was electric with pleasure. The pressure from his cock and her hand made Julia squeeze her legs around his waist as he gripped her tighter, his eyes fixated on her hand moving between her legs, the water rising up along her ass, her neck arched back in ecstasy.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come,” Blake panted as he thrust harder.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, too swept up in the heat of the moment to be appalled by her command or by how forcibly she had—literally—taken her pleasure into her own hands.
“Not a chance,” he said, and bucked even harder against her.
The orgasm tore through her, from her clit all the way up inside. She cried out, whimpering, trying to stay quiet but unable to hold it in, her legs tightening as she told him over and over again that she was coming for him. He gripped her thighs as she clenched and released in waves around his cock. And as she kept running her finger over her clit, drawing out the pleasure, he let go completely and released himself into her.
Head thrown back, lips parted, the muscles in his arms and chest defined in the moonlight as he held her legs up—she had never seen anything as beautiful as Blake’s face when he came.
When his thrusts began to slow she eased up on her clit, the two of them moving languidly together, breathing hard, making it last as long as possible before their senses returned and they were two strangers again, whose paths happened to cross in the night.
He slid out of her but didn’t let go. Her arms and legs trembled from the force of her orgasm, but he held her up now so that she didn’t have to. Then he took the condom off and stepp
ed out of the pool to throw it in the trash can in the garden. He jumped back in with a splash, and they swam to meet each other, feeling the cool water on their heated bodies as they dunked under and came up for air.
Julia didn’t have much left in her after what they’d just done, but when he embraced her bobbing in the water, she kissed him with everything she did have to give. His arms around her were strong as he kissed her back.
They stayed like that for a long time in the water, silent together. Eventually they found their stray bathing suits floating down in the deep end and slid them back on. Blake swam over to where she was tying up her top and knotted the strings around her neck.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
Julia laughed. “Maybe thirty’s not so bad.”
What did one do after an explosion like that, when they were never going to see each other again? He was smiling this sweet, sloppy, satisfied grin she’d yet to see plastered on his face, so she figured it was okay for her to wrap her arms around him again. It would all be over so soon. She wanted to savor the feel of him before she let go.
He nuzzled into her neck, grazing his lips against her skin. She kissed him, slow and soft and deep. “You don’t regret doing this, do you?” he asked, pulling away to peer at her as though trying to read the expression on her face.
“I’ll tell you when the feeling returns to my legs.”
“Just checking,” he said, kissing her again, but she assured him he didn’t need to.
Regrets? There was no way. She’d never done anything like this and that was totally the point. It felt amazing not being Julia Evans for a night. She couldn’t believe she’d tried to run away from this. What would have happened if Blake hadn’t been in the pool when she walked out and she’d never gotten to experience the feel of him moving with her?
For all she knew, Blake did things like this all the time. But it was different for her. It was something she would remember for the rest of her life.
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