Chapter 10
TEN
VIX - PRESENT
In the heart of the HHU campus, a full-sized swimming pool sits where the water polo team and the varsity swimmers train.
It’s locked and closed down every night at nine p.m. That doesn’t seem to matter to Kash, though.
I’m not surprised when he effortlessly picks the lock, allowing us entrance into the pool area.
A thrill blooms inside of me as I hear it click open.
Leah stands with her arms folded across her chest, terrified of someone walking by.
“We could get expelled for this!” she whispers through her teeth.
“Not if we don’t get caught,” Kash replies, opening the door for us to enter and then quickly locking it behind us.
Kash strips off his shirt, followed by his pants, and stands there in his boxers, waiting for the rest of us to follow suit.
He’s gorgeous, with his shaggy, dirty blonde hair that frames his chiselled face.
The dim lights are hitting his abdomen in all of the right places, making my mouth water unexpectedly.
Kash is tattooed, fit as can be, and has veins protruding down his arms to his massive hands, which pique my curiosity. I wonder what they’d feel like on my—
“Like what you see, Gremlin?” A smug grin spreads on his face when he catches me staring. I give him a deadly glare and then quickly look away. I remove my sweatshirt and pants and stand there in my bra and panties, waiting for someone else to make a move.
I look over at Austin, whose eyes are dragging down my body.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. I’m usually very confident in my skin, never one to hide from showing my body, but with the way Aus is looking at me right now, I feel like I’m in a room full of people completely naked.
He takes a step back and removes his own clothing, tugging his shirt over his head first, his eyes never leaving mine.
His tatted chest and bulky arms visible in the faint light of the pool room.
That’s when I see it—the number thirteen inked into his skin, right above his heart.
My heart starts hammering in my chest. There’s something feral in his gaze, and I feel an ache building between my thighs from his stare.
Kash cannonballs into the pool, splashing all of us and snapping me out of my lust-filled daze.
A fit of laughter breaks free from my lips as Austin scoops me up in his arms and jumps straight in, not giving me even a moment to protest or scream before the water envelops me, and we go under.
Reaching the surface, I take a breath, then reach for Austin’s head and shove him under the water.
He resurfaces laughing and shrugging at me like he just couldn’t help himself.
“Get in the water, Leah!” Kash shouts, splashing water her way.
“Fuck off! I didn’t wear this to ruin it in the pool tonight!” she whines.
“Take it off, take it off, take it off!” Austin starts chanting, and I join as we both splash her until she has no choice but to submit and jump in the pool, clothes and all.
We spend the next hour passing around the bottle of vodka, telling stories about our high school days and what we hope to do together the following year.
Austin’s arms are wrapped around my body, with his chest pressed against my back.
The contact has my mind wandering to things I shouldn’t be thinking about right now, like how it would feel to dip my hand beneath the water and trail my fingers up his thigh.
I wonder what he would do if I slipped beneath his boxers to rub on his cock, just to know what he feels like.
It’s torture. Being this close to him and not having all of him yet.
Leah is floating at the far end of the pool, and Kash is rocking out to music on his phone, playing air guitar like he’s playing to a sold-out stadium. The bottle is now almost empty.
I turn to face Austin, treading the water between us.
His eyes are focused on my lips. I move towards him, leaning in and begin placing kisses on his wet chest, stopping now and then to look into his eyes.
He looks like he’s on the brink of losing control.
He pulls me into him, his lips meeting mine in a ravenous kiss.
“Come with me,” I tell him and lead him to the change rooms, where we can have some privacy. Leah and Kash don’t even glance up as we leave them, and I’m grateful for this dynamic we’ve created.
In the change room, I back Aussy up to a bench in the centre of the room.
He sits, and I straddle his lap, kissing his neck while his hands find my thighs, gripping me hard while I grind on his hard length beneath me.
I want him, right here, right now. Our breaths are laboured, and the feel of his skin against mine as we move together is euphoric. I need more. I need to feel him.
I slip my hand between us, sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, finding his thick, hard cock aching for release.
He moans, and at that beautiful sound, a smile plays across my lips.
I pull him free and stroke him, over and over, while rubbing the tip of his cock on the fabric of my panties.
He opens his eyes, running his tongue over his bottom lip, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen from him before.
His eyes are wild as if he’s lost in my touch.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that, Vixen.
” My smile widens further, and I remove myself from his lap.
Parting his legs, I drop to my knees, continuing to stroke his length.
I lick my lips, eyes connecting with Austin’s, and I lower my mouth onto his cock, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Oh my god, Vix,” he groans, hands gripping the back of my head, and his fingers through my hair.
He takes control, guiding my head up and down on his shaft.
My confidence builds the more I hear him whimper, and wetness begins to pool in my panties from pleasuring him.
I want him to come. I want the satisfaction of his release on my tongue. .. I want to taste him.
I look up at him and feel his cock twitch in my mouth.
His grip tightens on my hair as he thrusts deeper.
He stiffens, keeping his length buried down my throat while he pulsates, and his slick warmth coats my tongue, sweet and intoxicating.
I swallow his load and keep going until I’ve devoured every last drop.
The sounds that come from his mouth are animalistic and have my own arousal dripping between my thighs.
My pussy is needy, begging for his attention.
He lifts me from the floor and spins my body around, his chest to my back.
In a matter of seconds, Austin has me pinned to the wall with his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties.
He slides his fingers through my slick wetness, teasing my opening with his touch and then inserts two fingers inside of me, making me cry out in pleasure.
“Austin!” I whimper, my back arching at the feel of him inside me.
“Say my name, baby,” he growls in my ear.
His fingers pumping in and out of my pussy with such force, it’s like he wants to claim this part of me as his own.
He removes his fingers, sliding up to my clit where he rubs ferociously, the intensity almost bringing me to my knees.
I can feel my release building at my core.
Austin’s other hand kneads my breast, rolling my pierced nipple between his thumb and finger.
He kisses the back of my neck, his tongue moving in circles on my skin, and my body goes into sensory overload.
I cry out, screaming Austin’s name as my orgasm tears through my body.
I’m out of breath, shamelessly exhausted and draped against the wall like it’s my only reason for being on two feet at this very moment. Aussy kisses my shoulder, and I turn to face him.
“Did that just happen?” I ask him, smiling.
“Oh, that just happened,” he says, “and it’s going to keep happening. Again,” he kisses my cheek, “and again,” another kiss, “and again.” He captures my lips in his, gentle with so much care, it makes my heart ache.