“Get in this pool, you handsome fellow,” I bellowed at him just as I noticed he hung up his phone.
He paced toward me and then stopped suddenly and looked at his phone, held it to his ear and started heading toward me again. I headed to the edge of the pool to meet him.
“What time?” I heard him say as he approached the pool. “Yeah, that’s fine. I think. Hang on.” Then he dropped the phone to his waist, sat on the edge of the pool and said, “Is 7 p.m. ok? It’s only ten minutes from here.”
I nodded. Did he mean we were going over to his friends’ house? I guess. My stomach churned slightly and I felt uneasy.
“Yes, 7 is fine. Yes, she’s here. In the pool, and she’s much better-looking than you, so fuck off. I’ll see you tonight.”
He hung up and threw his phone on to one of the loungers and slid into the pool. It was as if the water heated ten degrees. He lifted his sunglasses onto his head and reached over to take mine from my eyes. “I haven’t seen your eyes all day,” he said.
“You don’t want to see them; they’re red and small and tired.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me toward him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’d better kiss me, then, so I’ll be too distracted to notice.”
I took his bottom lip between my teeth. I felt him harden beneath me, and I sighed contentedly, knowing how things were going to play out. My nipples puckered and I tightened my legs around him. The water sloshed between us and made his skin silky to the touch as I brought my hands up his chest and his tongue delved between my lips. I moaned and he pulled my hips closer to him. My body had been starved of him for too long.
“Ethan,” I said. “I need to feel you.”
He growled, turned us around in the water, and then lifted me to onto the edge of the pool, leaping out beside me. He held out my hand and helped me up. “Come on. We’re going inside to finish this. I don’t want the neighbors to hear you scream.”
***
“Can I use another guest room to get showered and changed?” I asked. It was nearly 6 and we were still lying in bed, my back to his front, after spending the afternoon having amazingly hot sex. I barely had the energy to speak. How I was going to make it through an evening of polite chat with strangers, I had no idea.
“I guess. Why don’t you want to use this bathroom? I’ve seen you naked before, you know.”
“Yes, and that’s the problem. I’d like to make myself presentable. And if I stay within five yards of you, I’ll be introduced to your friends looking like I’ve just been fucked and smelling of sex.”
“Sounds perfect. I love it when you smell like me. When I know your skin has my sweat and come all over it.” He ground his hips into my ass and I felt the stirring of his cock. Holy hell. Again?
“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.”
“So you don’t trust me to control myself around you?”
“Nope.”
“Makes sense,” he said as I felt his teeth on my neck.
The entire day could have been measured by how far away either of us was from our last or next orgasm. Activity other than sex had been attempted—lunch, swimming, reading—we’d tried all three with varying amounts of success. But at some point Ethan would look at me or touch me in a certain way, and something would switch in us both and he would be inside me in seconds—his fingers, his tongue, his cock. It was like an unquenchable thirst that we shared.
I slapped at his hands around my waist and tried to break free.
“I need to get in the shower.”
“Sounds good. I haven’t fucked you in the shower yet.”
“Yet again, you’ve just very elegantly proven my point, Mr. Scott. I need to have a shower, alone. You can control yourself for a few hours.”
“How many hours exactly?” he asked, propping his head on his hand as I slid out of bed.
“Until we get back from your friends’ house.”
“Really? I think we should cancel.” I could hear the grin in his voice.
I flicked my head around to look at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re not animals. We can keep our hands off each other for a few hours.”
“I’m not so sure.”
***
My leg started jumping as the car pulled out. Ethan slid his hand to my knee. “Hey, don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not,” I lied. And I stilled my leg.
He took my hand in his and squeezed.
“I should be the one who’s nervous,” he said.
“Do you think I’m going to embarrass you?”
“Well, obviously that’s a concern.” He grinned at me. “Andrew’s going to have fun with this. He won’t be able to resist.”