The jacuzzi lights were cycling through colors—purple, then blue, then green—casting these weird glows across my skin through the bubbles. I d kept my bikini on, this purple thing that was already see-through from the water, when he climbed in opposite me. We didn t speak at first, just watched each other through the steam, the heat making my head fuzzy.
He moved closer, his tattooed arms cutting through the water, and suddenly his hand was between my legs under the surface, rough and immediate. I gasped, loud enough to echo off the tiles, and he smirked, fingers pushing my bikini aside, finding how wet I was from more than just the water. Embarrassingly so. He knew.
We didn t make it out of the jacuzzi dry. Water dripping everywhere, we stumbled to the bed, my purple bikini still on but twisted, my skin slick and hot. He pushed me back onto the white sheets and slid in, thick and hard, and I cried out because he filled me completely. He pounded into me rough and deep, fo
