His smile widens. “I thought you weren’t going to get distracted.”
My breath is coming so fast it takes me a couple of seconds to even respond. “That… didn’t count,” I try, lamely.
He just chuckles and rises to his feet. “Don’t worry.” He leans in to kiss me, slow and soft. His tongue parts my lips, and I can taste myself on his lips, our scents mingled in a way that tastes heady, going straight to my brain. When we break apart, his eyes are fixed on me. He looks every bit as hungry, as filled with lust, as I am. “There will be plenty of time later tonight to make you scream. For now…” He reaches up to run his thumb across my lower lip. My eyes flutter half shut, and I part my lips to suck his finger into my mouth, twirling my tongue around him. He groans a little, biting his lower lip, gaze heated where it fixes on mine.
Two can play this game, Luke, I think, smiling back at him.
He steps back, though I can see by the huge bulge in his jeans that he’s not as unaffected by all this teasing as he wants me to think. “For now, we have a date to keep,” he tells me, and grabs his swimming trunks from the wardrobe beside our bed. He catches my eye with a smirk before he heads into the bathroom to change. “Later? Well. Later, I’d like to hear how desperate you are to come. Anticipation makes the release all that much sweeter, in my opinion.”
Easy for him to say. Still, I’ve never been one to shrink from a challenge. I lift my chin and keep my gaze on him, a bemused smile curling my lips. “Later it is, then,” I say, even though my pussy is practically throbbing with the need for release. Oh, I am going to get sweet revenge on him for this move…
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?”