Chapter 17 Sam
SAM
We get back home somehow. I mean—the hotel. Whatever. Same fucking difference.
We walk through the hotel’s parking lot and bang through the side gate that takes us back around to the pool.
Laughing, too loud, because the pool is closed by now, and having to shush each other.
The ocean breeze whispers through the towering palms above us and sends their fronds clattering and it’s such a comforting, nostalgic sound. Man, I love being back in Florida.
“What are we doing?” Ash hisses as I drag him to the edge of the pool. The water’s a luminous aqua, all lit up by the lights beneath the rippling surface. “This is not the hotel room, you know.”
“Shhh.” I press a finger to his lips and glance up.
Don’t see anyone on their balconies—most of them are dark, and the few that are lit up are on the upper floors.
Probably high enough that we won’t be seen.
It’s so late, anyway, most people are probably asleep.
“It’s just a little midnight swim,” I say. “We won’t stay too long.”
“What?”
I’m not answering any more dumb questions. I strip out of my shirt and toss it onto one of the loungers, and then with one more cautionary glance upwards, I strip off the rest. The night air is sultry, pleasant on my bare skin, and before Ash can so much as scold me I dive into the deep end.
There’s a moment of disorientation, ‘cause I’m still kinda drunk and high—a moment of panic, very brief, that I’ll never be able to find air again and I’m gonna just drown in a pool no deeper than eight feet when I’ve been swimming since I could walk—and then I manage to find the surface again.
Ash is staring at me, pretty mouth agape.
“C’mere,” I stage whisper to him. “Quick.”
He walks a few tentative steps to the edge, kicking his shoes off. Then he sits, letting his bare legs dangle in. I swim over to him. “Sam, if we get caught…”
“We won’t,” I assure him. “It’s just for a few minutes.
” He seems unconvinced. “C’mon, butterfly.
You’re gonna leave me to swim around naked alone?
” I kiss his knee and stare up at him, giving him my best puppy dog eyes—the ones that Adriana could almost never resist—and after a moment he gives in.
His clothes go by the wayside and then he’s lowering himself into the pool and straight into my arms.
I kiss him. Softly, gently. Marvel at the feel of him in my arms like it’s brand new and I guess it sort of is, since we only started fucking last night, and god, he feels good there.
And he looks good. The way the pool lights seem to illuminate him, carve him out, he looks like some sea prince emerging from the waves.
I feel like I should tell him I’m in love with him, but that would be insane. So I don’t.
The problem is that I’ve never, ever felt this way before. About anyone. Ever. At all. And if it’s not love, then what is it? What’s going to happen if and when he goes away? Why can’t we just talk about it without it being this heavy, loaded thing?
But for now, tomorrow is still far off. So I just kiss him.
And keep kissing him until his legs go around me, his dick firming up against my belly, which makes me moan softly, feeling him there.
If I could take him in this pool, I would.
Would love to fuck up into him just like this as the water churns around us, swallowing his cries in my mouth for the sake of not getting caught.
That would be hot as hell, actually.
But growing up around the water has taught me a lot, including that pool sex actually sounds way hotter in theory than it is in practice. And that was with women who didn’t really need any help in the lubrication department. God knows how many kids have pissed in here, anyway. Still, though…
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask him, keeping my voice soft. I am very aware of the fact we could be caught at any minute. Unfortunately, I do find that arousing.
“Hm.” He slicks back his hair. I love the way he looks when it’s back—he’s just so damn arresting without anything to distract from that pretty face of his. Like he could be a model or something. “Yeah, I guess. Until Brett came onto me in the bathroom.”
“He what?”
“Yep.”
There’s water beading on his lashes and I almost go to wipe it off, but stop myself before I wind up burning his eyeballs with the chlorine. “What the fuck? Is that why you were gone so long?”
“He sorta held me up.” Ash is very neutral, delivering this information to me. I can’t read a single thing from his face. “That, and Stacie was getting eaten out on the sink, which made washing my hands kind of awkward.”
“Wait—I mean—are you okay?” A brief and terrible thought: that Ash might want my friends more than me.
Not possible, right? But then, I hadn’t offered to fuck him in the bathroom.
Or anything like that. Maybe that’s what he’s into?
“You…said no, right?” And I hate myself the minute I let the question slip.
Insecurity getting the best of me a-fucking-gain.
Ash blinks at me exactly once. “Are you serious? Of course I said no. You think I’d fuck your friend and then mess around with you?”
“No.” I kiss him again and then sink my face into his neck, berating myself; it’s the shots talking, it’s the whiskey talking, it’s the beer talking. The weed, I don’t know. “Sorry,” I mumble. “Stupid question.”
“He was pushy as hell, though.”
I whip my head up so fast the world shifts on its axis for a sec and I nearly clock Ash on the chin, too. He manages to move just in time. He’s a lot more sober than me, I think. Well, he did drink less. “What did he do?”
“Nothing, really.” He shrugs. “It just took him a bit to figure out ‘no’ really did mean no.”
“Did he hurt you? I’ll fucking kill him if he did.” Why hadn’t I just gone with him to the bathroom? I can’t even remember him telling me he was going. He must’ve, though. I was just too fucked up.
Ash doesn’t answer me, or at least not fast enough to satisfy me, so I look. I examine his shoulders, arms, and wrists as best as I can in the hazy pool lighting, and sure enough I find a fresh bruise blossoming on the bony knob of his wrist. And see red.
“That fucking piece of shit,” I storm. “I’ll murder him. I’ll do it now.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.” I’m already letting him go, sloshing my way to the edge of the pool because I meant it when I said I’d kill him, I will walk the four goddamn blocks back to the club and rip his face off. I’ll drown him in the damn urinal.
But Ash doggie paddles after me, hooking his arm around mine. “Sam, no. Forget it. Pay attention to me.”
Somewhat reluctantly, I turn back to him. “Are you sure?” I say. “Because I will absolutely beat the shit out of him for you.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He pushes back into my arms. “Don’t be dumb. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”
Well, I don’t like that either because if he stays in my life like I want him to, he might see Brett again. Or well, maybe not Brett, but my other friends. Again, the urge to protest and talk this out, but I know it’s the completely wrong time. Both of us are too messed up.
And, well, he’s nuzzling my neck, arms going around me.
Legs, too. He rolls his hips in a way that immediately brings my dick back to attention, and suddenly Brett is no longer a thought in my head.
Dude just stops existing, period. My hands slide up Ash’s ribs as he kisses my neck, and I sigh softly, thumbing his pink nipples. “Feels nice,” I say.
He reaches between us, hand dipping down into the water, and wraps a hand around both of our cocks. I bite my lip to stifle the sound I want to make. “What about this?” he asks me.
I’m breathless as he begins to work us slowly with just one hand, and I’m caught between wanting to watch and wanting to kiss him.
He’s sucking on my throat now and my head tips back to give him more access, more skin.
It feels so fucking good, actually, and I don’t think anyone’s ever gone in on me like this before. “Fuck, Ash,” I groan.
He squeezes us and a moan catches in my throat.
My hips buck and I’m about to be the one climbing him.
He’s got my back against the edge of the pool and I don’t mind one bit.
Kind of like it, actually, the way he’s taking charge, his thumb swiping the tip of my dick as I try to fuck myself into his hand, against his cock.
It’s so intimate. I’m loving every second of it, the warm water swirling around us.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, and I do. I lower my head and eat him right up as he continues to jerk us both off, and I’m getting that hot feeling again, syrupy and delicious.
Like I could come from this. I play with his nipples as I kiss him, and when he moans softly against my mouth it does things to me, my cock twitching and jerking in his hands.
“Feels so good, butterfly,” I murmur to him. “Fuck, I love what you do to me.”
“You’re so hot,” he whispers back.
And then a light flicks on somewhere above us. One of the balconies on the lower floors. “Hey!” someone yells out in irritation. “Some of us are trying to get some sleep. The pool is closed, you know.”
We look at each other. “Oh shit,” I say.
I lift him out of the pool and then climb out after him, grabbing my clothes. We’re both laughing and trying to yank them on as we stumble towards the gate. The crabby guy in the balcony yells after us as we round the corner bolt back into the lobby.
Caught. Sorta.
The moment the hotel door clicks shut behind us I’m fuckin’ on Ash, claiming his lips in a fierce, hard kiss that makes our teeth click.
Pressing the length of my body against his and then rolling my hips in such a way that makes him shudder, gasp, melt before I slide my hands beneath his thighs and pick him up.
I set him atop the vanity, my fingers dragging through his hair.
“Hey,” he says, and I draw back from him. “Can I ask you something?”