Pink f*cking Moscato by Anna Rezes

Author:Anna Rezes [Rezes, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781950657094
Publisher: Words Imagined
Published: 2019-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

Fuckity fuck fuck. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I wasn’t thinking at all. Oliver without his shirt on is trouble, but Oliver rubbing up against me while shirtless and wet is dangerous. We were trying to keep things platonic, but the problem is, we had already crossed a line, and now we were trying to uncross it. It was like putting the toothpaste back in the tube or whipped cream back in the can. It couldn’t be done. At least not easily.

I already knew what his tongue felt like in my mouth and what his body felt like against my own. I’d already seen him naked. I knew what he was packing, and I really wanted to unpack it.

I hadn’t flirted with anyone in years. I didn’t even think I knew how, but I was flirting with disaster, and his name was Oliver.

We were in the outdoor pool, and it was relatively empty because it was still early. We had raced a few laps, and he had beat me every time except once when he let me win. We learned that my underwater handstands were better than his, but his cannonballs were bigger than mine.

Those were all hands-off activities, but now he was trying to lift my feet so I could jump from his hands. There was body contact. I craved it and judging by the way his touch lingered and strayed; I think he wanted it too. So, there we were, daredevils flirting with one another like adolescent teens.

I held his shoulders for balance as he lowered his hands underwater. I lifted my feet into his palms and balanced against him until I felt steady. Then he started lifting me out of the water.

I was almost all the way up when my foot slipped. He tried to cushion my fall, but his hand ended up between my legs with nothing but my swimsuit between my most delicate parts and his fingers.

It was an accident, but I didn’t want it to be. He pulled his hand away, and his arms wrapped around me as we laughed together. My hands were on his shoulders, and as much as we tried to laugh it off, I saw the hunger in his expression and felt the stiffy in his shorts.

I wanted to shout danger or push away, but I wanted him more.

“We’re living in the moment, right?” I asked.

His eyes lit up, and he nodded. I grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed back, but I pulled away quickly, saying, “Do you want to see my room?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I smiled and pushed away from him, feeling like a tease, but kids were swimming fifteen feet away. We couldn’t do any of the things I wanted there in the pool.

I climbed the ladder and ran for my things. Then turned back, wondering how Oliver would hide what was happening in his shorts. He got out of the pool, and I was slightly disappointed that his swim trunks weren’t tented. I didn’t bother with my cover-up. I just wrapped the towel around me, tossed Oliver his, grabbed our things, and headed for the door.

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