Hot Tubbing with the Horny One
SNOW
Igasp as I surface, the cold cutting through me like a knife. But it’s the exact invigoration I need.
One was going to kiss me. Or maybe kill me.
Or maybe that was me. I wanted him so badly I knew I was about to do something extremely stupid, so I just...did a different stupid thing.
Kind of a genius way to handle things.
I should probably start some kind of coaching program to teach others my ways.
I tread water, seeing the city from a totally new perspective that takes my breath away. Or maybe the brutally cold water has taken my breath.
A burst of icy water hits my face with an explosive splash. I can’t help but laugh.
I didn’t really expect him to follow me. Though I hoped he would.
When One surfaces, he’s inches away from me. His hair is soaked, the curls dragged heavy and loose, dripping in his eyes. Stripped of his sweater and any shirt he may have been wearing underneath.
But when I meet his eyes, I realize they are no longer the misty pale color. They are ruby red.
One has this unshakable, tense energy, so as to stay in control. Which is probably why I love yanking his chain.
Whoever this is, energy and intensity radiate off him in a totally new way. He doesn’t regard me with that underlying wariness or exasperation.
I’m being devoured by whoever this is, just by his eyes alone.
"Um. Hi." I say, chewing on my lip. "Who am I talking to now?"
"Four," he practically purrs, circling me in the water, slowly, steadily, like a shark.
"Pleasure to meet you," I say, feeling a sudden heat in my chest and lady bits.
Wait. No. That’s not just internal. The water went from ice freaking cold to the temperature of a warm bath.
"Whoa, are you..."
"Heating up the water? Yes," he says. "So you don’t freeze to death like a little idiot."
Despite his dig, he doesn’t say it with condescension. It’s more like he’s teasing me.
"You’re the idiot who followed me in," I say with a smirk even as I process that Four has some kind of heating power. That’s so cool.
Or hot, I guess.
I wonder at all the ways he could use that power. All the ways I would use it if I had it—
My thoughts completely falter as he’s inches away from me. His lips spread into the most sultry, devilish grin I’ve ever seen. His bare shoulders bob out of the water as he treads water, pale lines of muscles cutting through the darkness.
Steam begins to rise off the water around us.
"I heard you daring One, taunting him." He lets out a low chuckle. "And I’m here to assure you that I’m the one who’s known to have the impulse problem." His red eyes drop to my lips.
Oh shit.
The water heats until steam curls around me, and I feel as though I’m treading water in a hot spring.
Before I can ask if it’s really a problem, Four’s hands find my hips and yank me closer until my legs hitch over his hips and my arms encircle his neck.
My nipples tighten with need, and I suddenly wish the water was cold again.
Pressed against his hard, lean body, my throat dries and sweat pops out along my hairline.
"I’ve been watching you, you know," he says, again with that dangerous purr in his voice.
"So I understand," I swallow hard, feeling way too much too fast. Heat, overwhelm, a bit of whiplash, but mainly, raging, unforgiving horniness. "That’s kind of the deal, right? One of you gets to run the show, but everybody is a witness."
"One often takes the lead, but believe me," his eyes sweep down to look at my lips, causing phantom tingles to rush along my mouth, "I like to be more than a witness."
His hands dig harder into my hips, crushing me to him as close as humanly possible, and I can’t ignore the hardness notched between my thighs.
"One isn’t going to like this." It comes out breathier than I mean it to.
Four tilts his head. "Whose idea do you think it was to let me jump in? He can’t have you freezing to death."
That not only turns me on, but it hits me right in the squishy heart feels.
So, One does care more than he lets on.
And while I’ve only just met Four, it feels like I’ve known him just as long as I’ve known One. More steam gathers off the surface around us as the water continues to heat.
Four’s eyes lose focus as he reacts to something I can’t hear.
"Is One upset you gave it away that he cares?" I guess.
He smirks just as his chest crushes to mine, the wet, hard planes of his pecs make me want to rub all over him like a cat.
Well, a regular cat. Not like the evil demon stray, Lucifer, who only lives for the pain and suffering of others.
Four nuzzles my face with his nose before slanting his mouth over mine, and I lose track of which way is up.
The pressure is urgent without pushing, and he wastes no time opening his mouth and inviting my tongue to meet his.
I answer immediately. He tastes smoky, like fire, with a trace of spicy underneath.
Our mouths play and tease until I spiral into a mindless need that has me grasping at his hair, his shoulders, kissing him deeper, faster, desperate for more.
He strokes my tongue back with his own. He goes still for half a beat when he finds the stud. Then he curls his tongue around it.
Then he suckles on my lower lip before nipping at it with equal fervor until we’re both panting and breathless.
Four breaks away, giving us a moment to recover.
"Yeah, One is upset I gave away his little secret," he says, answering my earlier question, "but right now he prefers I stop molesting you.
" I can hear the air quotes around molesting, though Four’s hands continue to knead my hips, sending more warmth and heat to where our pelvises meet.
Instinctively, I roll my hips, seeking out more of his hardness.
We both gasp at the contact, his expression turning pained. Pleasure ripples up my body until I’m in a chokehold.
He rocks me up and down on his hardness, somehow hitting just the right spot. I gasp as I drop my head and close my eyes just as he claims my mouth again.
I barely notice he's moved us until my back meets cold stone.
The steps rise out of the water in worn granite slabs, barnacled and slick, just enough to brace against. The city glitters above the pier's edge. Four's body is between me and the cold harbor, one hand flat against the step above my head, the other still gripping my hip.
"Oh yeah, One has a lot to say about what we are doing," Four chuckles darkly against my lips.
"That you shouldn’t be wasting time with a useless human?" I say, unable to open my eyes, as my inner muscles clench and bear down, wanting, needing to be filled.
Another laugh, this time more like a snicker. "Don’t let him fool you with that."
"The truth is," he says, lips sliding along the shell of my ear, invoking a shiver, "One is jealous."
"Jealous?" I squeak as Four kisses the side of my neck, sending a direct line of need and pleasure to where I need it most.
My fingers find the back of his head, tunneling through his wet hair. He breathes roughly, and the water warms a couple more degrees.
"Aren’t you all experiencing the same thing right now? One body and all that?" I ask. "Isn’t it kind of silly to be jealous of yourself?"
"If you’re asking if he can feel this?" he husks against my ear before sliding his hand beneath my wet tank top. Under the water, he tugs down my bra cup and gives my nipple a gentle pull that sends my hips bucking. He cups my small breast with a moan so satisfying you’d think he’d just come.
"One and the rest of the boys can feel this, feel you. But it’s different. Muted. It’s not like being at the forefront, and let me tell you, baby, they all want to be where I am right now."
Baby? No one has ever called me baby.
Well, other than the occasional rude misogynistic customer who I immediately put back in his fucking place.
But the way it rolls off Four’s tongue, the word alone could melt my panties off. Or maybe his powers are doing the trick right now.
He drags his teeth down my throat. Tongue after, then a slow suck that pulls a sound out of me I didn't know I could make. My back arches and I'm honestly shocked how close that alone gets me.
Then his hand leaves my breast and slides down. Past my navel. Under the waistband, where the soaked fabric clings too snug for his knuckles to fit.
He works at it anyway.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yespleaseohfaelordstouchme.
My face and neck are dripping now not only with seawater but with sweat. White clouds surround us from the heated water until we are practically in a cloud.
His knuckles skim my pubic bone, and my thighs clamp around him, my whole body strung so tight that another inch of him would finish it.
Is that embarrassing? Or bragging rights?
Four stills abruptly. "I—"
Whatever he was about to say gets cut off. Some conversation is happening inside. Something... unpleasant based on Four’s grimace. His hand retracts from where I want it most, and I bite back a groan of disappointment.
"I’ve got to go, but don’t worry, baby, I’ll be watching."
Then as if he can’t take it for one more second, or he’s on borrowed time, he grabs the back of my head and hauls me to him, kissing me with new hunger. I grip his hair and kiss him back, matching his furious passion, wanting to get all I can, while I can.
He pulls away, releasing me from his body until I’m left floating alone. The water cools and the steam dissipates quickly, clearing my senses.
I blink several times and find myself looking into emerald green eyes.