Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection

7

By the time we meet Paul and Meghan back in the pool area, there’s still a hot tub free. My face is still flushed, my breath a little uneven. But if our friends notice, they don’t say anything. They just make room for us in the tub with them. They look like they’ve been amusing themselves plenty anyway—Meghan is sitting in Paul’s lap, and he has his arms twined around her waist, casually. They’re cute together.

I wonder if we’ll look that cute together a couple years into being together. Then I shake myself, remembering. This is just for the weekend. It’s just about the bet, nothing more.

But that’s hard to remember when Luke slips into the hot tub next to me and pulls me onto his lap too, leaning in to kiss the nape of my neck sweetly, his tongue darting across my skin just for a second, as if to remind me of earlier, in the room. Of just how much pleasure—and frustration—he can cause with that tongue of his.

“You missed the DJ set,” Meghan says. “But I think there’s a new one coming on now.”

“Thank god,” Paul adds. “This one seems more chill.” The music is low enough now that we can hear ourselves talk, which is nice. There’s still a beat to it though, low and steady, the kind that makes me want to move.

Which gives me an idea.

I start to sway to the beat, back and forth across Luke’s lap. Under the water, I can already feel the hard press of his cock through the thin fabric of his swimming trunks. It only gets stiffer as I casually rub my ass back and forth across it, a casual smile fixed on my face, like I’m just dancing to the music.

Behind me, I can hear Luke suck in a sharp breath. See how you like a taste of your own medicine, teaser, I think. When I glance back at him over my shoulder, his eyes are dark and filled with desire, fixed on mine in a way that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And why I’m doing this.

It makes my smile widen.

Across the hot tub, Meghan slides off Paul’s lap to dance a little, too. “Actually, I really like this one. Do you want to check out the dance floor, hun?” She flashes him a wide grin, and if I’m not mistaken, her eyes do a little sideways dart toward us, quickly, before she nods across the pool floor. There’s a small dance floor near the bar, where a handful of couples are entwined, swaying to the music, especially as the beat starts to get faster, more insistent.

Paul catches my eye, but only for a split second, quick enough that I could’ve been imagining it. Still, I get the feeling they know Luke and I could use a minute of alone time. “Sure.” He grins. “I could use a drink refill too. You guys want anything?”

“Oh, I’m good,” I say. Or I was about to say, anyway. But Luke speaks over me.

“Couple of champagnes would be great, thanks.”

“Sure thing.” Paul flashes us both one last wink, and then climbs out of the hot tub, helping Meghan after him. I barely wait until they’re gone before I spin on Luke’s lap and start to dance again, slower this time, rolling my hips against him in a way he can’t miss.

I can feel the tense and jerk, as his cock jumps between us, so rock hard that I know he must be dying for release.

“Is this revenge?” he asks, grinning, before he brushes my hair back from my shoulder and leans in to nip at the soft skin there gently.

“Maybe,” I admit, slowly twisting my hips side to side. “Or maybe I always give my husband sexy lap dances when we’re in a jacuzzi together.”

“Mm… I married well, then,” he murmurs, his voice a vibration against my neck.

I reach up to drape my arms around his neck and really start to get into the dance. I dip and drag my crotch along his, biting back a gasp as I feel the hard press of his cock dig into my swollen clit for a second. Then I spin in the tub and back up against him, grinding my ass along his thick shaft, undulating my hips and shoulders at the same time, so every inch of my curves is on display.

He tries to hide it, when I turn again to slide my knees up along either side of him, my thighs wrapped around his. But his breath is hitching, and there’s no hiding the heat of desire in his eyes.

His hands trace my sides. “You are so goddamn sexy, Celia,” he murmurs, low and hot, with feeling. It sends a thrill through me, almost as much as when he had his tongue inside me. It’s a heady thrill, knowing how hot I make him. Knowing that I have the same effect on him that he does on me.

I spin again, my back to him once more, and shiver as he tightens his grip on my hips. He’s the one leading me now, my body swaying in tune to his direction, as he moves my hips against him. I feel him arch up against me, the shaft of his cock digging into the soft, hungry place between my legs.

He leans in to whisper, breath hot against my ear. “I think we’ve both waited long enough, don’t you?”

My breath hitches. “But…” My eyes dart around the pool. “Should we go—”

“I’m not about to walk anywhere, thanks to you.” He’s grinning, as he slides a hand over my hip to hook his thumb through my bikini bottoms. “Relax, Celia.” I glance down at the bubbles in the tub. “Nobody will see us.” He’s right. The bubbles hide everything below the surface from view.

Still, I can’t help feeling a thrill of fear—mingled with excitement—as he tugs my bottoms to the side. I can feel him adjusting himself beneath me. His bare cock slides out of his trunks, and he runs it along my ass, pressing the tip between my lower lips, just far enough to touch my entrance and make me suck in a sharp breath. I am so fucking wet. So ready for him.

Still, he hesitates. “Do you want to come for me, Celia?” he whispers into my hair.

“Fuck yes,” I pant. I’ve been dying for release ever since our trip to the room. Ever since he tongued me right up to the edge and them left me hungry for him. Eager to come.

“Tell me how much you want it, wife.”

I tilt my face over my shoulder so my gaze can meet his. The music, the dancers, the rest of the pool, all the hotel guests… it all fades into the background. Right here, right now, there’s only the two of us, alone in the world. “Please make me come, husband,” I whisper. “Please. I need to.”

“You need this?” His tugs my hips down against him, just an inch or two. Just far enough for the head of his cock to slip between my pussy lips.

“Yes, husband, I need your cock. I fucking need it.” We’re both whispering, low and hot. The water swirls around us, the bubbles adding to the sensations, tickling my s

kin, making me even more aware than ever of his every touch. His one hand slides around my front so his palm is flattened across my mound. Then he uses his hand to pull me down onto his cock, agonizingly slowly.

I groan under my breath, my eyes fluttering half shut, as I feel him slowly begin to fill me. He keeps going, so deep inside me that it feels like his cock is buried in my belly, straining against my walls. His one hand tightens on my hip, his other still pressed against my mound—his fingers touch just a centimeter above my clit, like a taunt, like he’s reminding me how easily he could make me lose my mind.

Dimly, I’m still aware we’re in public, in a pool area where anyone could see. Where dozens of people are walking past us, dancing, drinking, laughing, singing. It turns me on even more, knowing how easily we could be caught. Knowing how we’re right out in the open doing this.

Finally, he’s all the way inside me. “Keep dancing,” he says, low and commanding.

I start to move again, wriggling against him, and he bounces me up and down in his lap, just far enough to drive his cock in and out of me, but not hard enough to make the water churn, to make it obvious what we’re doing.

It’s a kind of sweet torture. He’s not thrusting hard and deep, but short and shallow, quick thrusts that drive the head of his cock right along my front inner wall, making me grit my teeth as his spongy tip glides over my G-spot again and again. It doesn’t take long before I’m poised on the brink of orgasm, but he tightens his grip on my hips with both hands now, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I’m sure it will leave marks tomorrow. That only makes it hotter, somehow, the tiny tinge of pain in among the pleasure.

“Wait for me,” he orders, his voice a low murmur against my ear. “Don’t come until I do.”

I hold my breath and dig my nails into my palms, trying to contain myself. But it’s hard. I’ve been teased all day and tormented up in the room just before we got here. My body is aching, dying for a release. Still, I clench myself tight, holding it in. I can feel him shuddering beneath me as he thrusts a little harder, a little faster. The water churns slightly around us, but I’m too far gone to notice, to care. He’s nearing his edge too.