23. That was Really Stupid
THAT WAS REALLY STUPID
LIAM
“Fuck me, Liam.”
My cock twitched so violently in my wet swim shorts that I thought the fabric might actually split. The sensation was electric, a heavy, throbbing weight that sent a jolt of static straight to my brain.
Yes, I had been with women before. I was a gold medalist, for God’s sake.
I knew how to handle a physical challenge, but I had never felt this level of sheer desperation.
I could taste the hunger in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic tang.
My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, and my pulse roared in my ears like a freight train derailment.
Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from the laps, I tried to tell myself, my legs feeling like lead. Or maybe the chlorine finally melted my frontal lobe.
But then I looked at her, and every excuse turned to ash.
Deepika stood there like a goddamn siren designed for my personal ruin. Her dark eyes were so dilated that the irises were just thin rings of mahogany. Her soft, plush lips were already swollen and bruised from my mouth, and her long hair was slicked back, dripping down her spine.
She looked like every wet dream I’d ever had, only ten times more lethal.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said.
My mouth crashed into hers, tasting of salt, pool water, and the intoxicating jasmine of her skin.
My hands fumbled blindly at her swimsuit, the wet fabric clung to her curves like it was mocking me.
The friction of the cold fabric against my hot palms was driving me insane.
“Off,” I growled against her hot mouth. “Get this shit off now.”
She let out a breathless, jagged laugh that vibrated against my tongue as we struggled with the elastic. It was clumsy, frantic, and half-hilarious as we fought the straps, but finally, the suit peeled away with a wet snap, leaving her completely naked in my arms.
I stopped and raked my gaze over her, my lungs burning.
Water beaded on her skin like liquid diamonds, rolling down the deep valley between her heavy, ample breasts, over the soft, beautiful swell of her stomach, and pooling in the shallow dip of her navel.
I felt a primal hunger burning inside me. She was all curves and heat, her nipples already dark and pebbled into tight, hard points that practically screamed for my teeth.
“Liam…” she started, her voice small and trembling, a rare flash of vulnerability that made my possessiveness flare into a white-hot flame.
I didn’t let her finish. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sucking the sensitive skin until I knew I’d leave a mark everyone at the gym would see tomorrow.
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
I wanted her branded.
My kisses traveled lower, my tongue lashing over her collarbone until I reached her breasts. I took one heavy nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her moan, my tongue swirling in punishing, wet circles.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling at my blond hair.
My hand slid lower, over the warm, silken plane of her belly, then plunged between her thighs.
She was already a hot, dripping mess for me.
The second my fingers found her swollen clit, her hips jerked toward me with a desperate force.
I circled the sensitive nub with my thumb, watching her face contort in the dim light, her head tossing back against the cold tiles.
“Liam, please—”
I paused, the sudden silence of the gym echoing around us.
Her eyes snapped open, hazy with lust. “What happened?”
I swallowed hard, my brain finally catching up to my body. “I don’t have a condom.”
She blinked at me, her chest heaving, the scent of her arousal mixing with the heavy bleach in the air.
I rolled my eyes at my lack of foresight. “I didn’t think we would... you know. Plan ahead.”
She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to where my erection was straining against my shorts, and then—fuck me—she arched her back, grinding her wet pussy directly against my hand. “Do it anyway,” she whispered, her voice a sultry, dangerous dare.
My brain short-circuited. “What?”
“I’m on the pill,” she said, a delicious flush creeping up her neck.
I pulled back slightly, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. “Are you sure about—”
“Yes,” she nodded, reaching out to grip my shoulders. “I’m sure.”
Fuck me.
My control snapped like a dry twig. I shucked my shorts in one movement, my cock snapping out, thick and weeping. I guided the head to her entrance, feeling the slippery heat of her greet me, and I let out a low, guttural groan.
“Fuck,” I hissed in her ear. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I pushed inside slowly, savoring the agonizingly perfect stretch of her body accommodating me. There was no barrier, just skin on skin, heat on heat. Every internal muscle of hers clamped down on me like a velvet glove, milking me before I’d even made a full stroke.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her head fell back against the tile.
I started moving with long, punishing thrusts that bottomed out against her cervix. The water lapped around our hips, adding a heavy, dragging resistance that made every shove feel more intense. The salty slap of our skin colliding echoed off the locker room walls.
“You’re so fucking warm,” I gasped, burying my nose in her damp hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine and sex. “So soft—fuck, Deepika. I’m throwing away every goddamn condom I own.”
She moaned in response, the sound a broken, needy whimper that I had to swallow with a deep kiss before the night janitor decided to investigate.
The water made everything dangerously slippery. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist like a vice, and her hands were locked in my hair as if she were trying to anchor herself in a storm.
“Turn around,” I growled.
She obeyed instantly, her movements frantic as she braced herself against the pool wall. I didn’t waste a second, pressing my chest to her back and entering her from behind in one deep, ruthless lunge. The new angle made her cry out loudly.
I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her into my palm as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against her round, perfect ass.
“Quiet,” I whispered into her ear, my breath hot. “Unless you want the entire gym to hear how well I’m making you feel.”
She bit my palm in response, a sharp nip that sent a thrill of pain and pleasure through me. I increased the pace, my movements primal and frantic. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit again, and I started rubbing in tight, punishing strokes while I hammered into her from behind.
“Liam… oh, I’m—”
“I know. Me too.”
I worked her clit relentlessly, my thumb a blur against her wet heat.
She shattered first, her whole body tensing and vibrating as she screamed into my hand.
The feeling of her pussy pulsing and milking my cock sent me over the edge instantly.
I saw white-hot stars behind my eyelids as I came, burying myself as deep as I could go, spilling inside her with a roar that I couldn't even try to muffle.
We stayed like that for a long moment, the only sound our ragged, overlapping gasps and the slow slosh of the pool water. Then my legs almost gave out.
I hauled us both out of the water before we drowned, collapsing on the deck in a heap of wet limbs and racing hearts.
The tile was hard and freezing under my back, a sharp contrast to the furnace of our skin as water pooled around us. We were both naked, trembling from the sheer physical toll, and it was objectively the most uncomfortable place for a post-coital moment.
But I didn’t care.
I pulled her closer, her soft, curvy body molding to my side, and kissed her forehead.
She started giggling.
The sound made me smile as I looked down at her.
She had a soft flush on her cheeks, hair plastered to her face, making her look like a beautiful mess. How the hell does she become more beautiful each day?
“That was so stupid of us,” she whispered, her voice still breathless.
I nodded, the realization hitting me like a truck.
I could be stupid for her.
I want to be stupid for us.
Maybe I already was.
“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning down to claim her mouth one more time. “Really stupid.”