13. Mikhail #2
“We can’t. What if someone recognizes us? What if word gets back to—”
I tilt his chin up, making him look at me. “Do you want to kiss me right now?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then fuck it,” I say, and kiss him.
He gasps against my mouth and then melts into me, his resistance crumbling completely. His hands grip my bare shoulders, and he kisses me like he’s been starving for it, his tongue sliding into my mouth hungry and demanding.
I kiss him back just as hard, my hand sliding into his hair and gripping tight while my other hand grips his hip, pulling him flush against me.
He tastes sweet like the apple juice we drank earlier when we woke up, and I lick deeper into his mouth, swallowing the sound he makes. His chest presses against mine, skin hot from the sun, and his heart pounding as hard as mine.
I bite his bottom lip, and he opens wider for me, his nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to sting.
There’s nothing between us but swim trunks, and I pull him closer, letting him feel exactly what he does to me.
He’s breathing hard through his nose and so am I, neither of us willing to pull away first, both of us taking what we want.
When we finally break apart for air, we’re gasping, and his lips are swollen, his eyes dark and pupils blown.
People are staring, but I don’t give a fuck. I need him to know how much he means to me, how much he’s always meant to me. This push and pull bullshit has to be over because it’s been killing me. I need to figure out a plan, something that makes it clear I’m not letting him go.
I take his hand, and we walk over to get ice cream and then head into the water, moving far away from everyone else until we’re completely alone.
He swirls his tongue around the strawberry ice cream and licks it slowly, and I’m about to lose my mind watching him eat it. I check around us quickly, but no one is close enough right now to witness whatever’s happening on my face.
He grabs my waist suddenly and shoves my shorts down under the water before wrapping his hand around my cock. His lips go to my neck, and he starts sucking and biting, marking me while I harden in his grip and my hips jerk forward into his fist.
“That’s so good,” I moan, thrusting into his hand. I almost drop my ice cream and have to grip it tighter to keep it from falling into the lake.
“No one can see us under the water,” he exhales against my skin, biting down harder. “Just a quickie. I need to touch you.”
I nod, and my free hand slips into his shorts, wrapping around his cock.
The water makes everything slippery and perfect as we jerk each other off, both of us trying to look casual while our hands work beneath the surface.
My thumb swipes over his slit, and he moans into my neck, the sound muffled against my skin.
“We’re going to get arrested,” I say, grinning against his shoulder, but my hand speeds up on his cock because I love this. The thrill of it, the risk, the way his hand feels wrapped around me. I get off on this.
“It’ll be worth it,” he breathes, twisting his wrist the way I like. “You’re so hard for me already. Love how fast you get worked up.”
“Your fault,” I manage, my hips rocking into his grip. “Teasing me like that earlier.”
A couple wades into the water maybe twenty feet away from us, laughing and splashing each other.
They’re close enough that I can hear every word they’re saying, close enough that if they looked over they might notice something off about how close we’re standing.
My heart pounds harder, and his hand tightens around my cock.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his neck, and I feel him grin against my skin.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, his hand working me faster now.
Matching his pace, I stroke him rougher beneath the water while trying to keep my expression neutral. The couple is still there, still oblivious, and it makes my cock pulse harder in his grip. We could get caught at any second. They could turn and see us. Anyone could.
He bites down on my neck harder, and I have to stifle a groan, my hips jerking forward into his fist. My cock throbs in his hand, and I’m so close already, pleasure building fast at the base of my spine. I tighten my grip on his cock and stroke him faster, feeling him swell and pulse in my palm.
“Come for me, Misha,” he whispers in my ear, barely audible over the water. “I want to feel you come in my hand right here where they could see.”
His words push me over the edge, and my orgasm hits hard, pleasure washing over me in waves while I come in his hand beneath the water. I keep stroking him through it, twisting my wrist, and within seconds he’s following me over.
“So good,” he groans quietly against my shoulder, and then he’s coming too, his cock twitching in my grip while he spills into the water. His breathing is heavy against my neck, and I turn my head to bite into his skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that matches the ones he left on me.
The couple is still there, still laughing and completely unaware of what just happened.
We stay pressed together for a moment, both catching our breath while the water washes away the evidence. My ice cream is somehow still intact in my other hand, and I take a bite, grinning at him.
“We’re doing that again,” he says, bringing his own ice cream to his mouth and taking a bite.
“We should hike more often.”
He shoots me a look. “Hell no. It’s torture.”
I huff and look back at him. We’re leaving tomorrow, and it feels like we barely got here. We haven’t had enough time to figure this out. I don’t know what happens when we go home, how we’re supposed to act around everyone else, if this thing between us can even survive outside our cabin.