His hands paused in their voracious exploration of her body. “I hope that’s a good exclamation?”
Julia tried not to giggle as she wrapped her hand around him and rubbed her thumb over the tip. “What was that you said?” she said, furrowing her brow. “Oh yeah, I think your exact words were something like ‘fuck, yes.’” She stroked his entire length and breadth, hardly able to believe how easy it was to be somebody else for the night, feigning confidence and control.
His knees buckled, and he pressed himself against her, burying his face in her neck with a groan. “That feels. So. Good.”
“Just you wait,” she whispered. It was a taunt and a promise and a threat, and as she was hoping, it made him wild. He wrapped her hair around his palm and tugged down, forcing her chin up and exposing the soft underside of her neck to give him a clear path for tracing his lips down to her chest. His other hand was on her ass, propping her up against the side of the pool so he could pull down on the cups of her bikini with his teeth.
The fabric dropped over her breasts and she arched her neck back as he pulled on her hair. He toyed with her nipples with his tongue, biting hard enough to make her squirm. She was no longer grasping his cock but instead had her arms around his shoulders, digging in with her nails while he pressed his pelvis against her. The way his hardness rubbed up and down against the thin swatch of fabric between her legs was so hot she thought she might scream.
But as Blake’s mouth worked over her breasts, they heard a door slam and the sound of footsteps across the garden.
“Oh shit.” Blake’s head shot up.
“Is somebody here?” Julia asked, scrambling to pull up her bikini top, glad it hadn’t come completely untied.
“Maybe there’s a night guard,” Blake said.
“What?” she hissed.
“They must not leave the place unattended at night. I wasn’t exactly thinking about that right now.”
What an idiot—she hadn’t even thought about the fact that they weren’t really alone. The night had been so quiet when she stepped into the garden, it seemed like they had the whole place to themselves. But she could hear the shuffling of footsteps, the jangle of keys carrying through the night.
Blake was still pressed against her, his cock at attention and his shorts pulled down around his ass, when a face appeared in the doorway of the hostel.
“Oi, is someone out there?” a man’s voice called. Julia’s stomach clenched at the thought of him coming out to the patio and seeing them like this, the stranger the hot Australian had picked up within five minutes of her arrival now wantonly pressed up against the side of the pool, waiting for him to stick it in her.
This was why she didn’t do things like this. She should never have come to Brazil. Should never have even looked in Blake’s direction. Didn’t she know better? Under the dark of night, the glowing water rippling around her, she burned with shame.
In front of her, Blake had turned his back to the hostel and was frantically trying to stuff his cock into his shorts as she finished putting her bikini in place. But he was too hard to go down and the water kept him buoyant, making it impossible for him to get in.
“Oi,” Blake called back, still trying to work on his shorts. “I’m staying at the hostel and thought I’d go for a night swim. Is the pool closed?”
Julia thought he’d be horrified to be caught like this, but it seemed like he was laughing. Flushed and breathless, he pecked her on the cheek, splashing water every which way. “Can you believe this?” he whispered.
The fact that he found the whole thing funny was making it hard not to laugh just a little. At least she’d never have to see the night guard again. Or, for that matter, anyone else at the hostel—after the morning, of course, when she packed her bags and found somewhere far, far away to hide for the rest of her life. Like Antarctica. She reached over to try to “help” Blake with his predicament but he swatted her hand away. “I can’t get out of this pool until you wrap yourself in a burlap sack and hide.”
“One sack girl coming up,” she teased, unable to stop giggling now.
“But then I’d know you were under there hiding, so that’s no solution.”
Julia grinned and bit her lip. “I guess you’re on your own this time.”
“Don’t do that,” he groaned.
“What?” Julia asked, but before he could answer, the man’s voice carried back over the pool.
“No, no it’s fine, but I’m about to lock the front gate and head out, so let me know if you need anything. The gate opens again at seven.”
“I’m all set, thank you, sir,” Blake said, his voice so strained he practically croaked. “Have a good night.”
“Boa noite,” the man said—goodnight—and continued on his way. The keys jangled in his pocket as his footsteps retreated toward the gate.
Julia ducked under water, leaving Blake free to move away a few strokes to look like he was actually swimming in case the guard looked back. The reminder that the night was passing and Blake would be gone first thing in the morning pounded in her heart as the water rushed in her ears. She held her breath as long as she could, trying to make sense of the swirling around her, but nothing in her brain would work.
She broke the surface, breathless and dazed, as they heard the key turn in the lock. She barely had time to gasp for air before Blake pounced upon her. She let out a shriek and he clamped one hand over her mouth.
“Shhhhh,” he hissed, his voice serious but his eyes mocking and light. “Don’t want anyone thinking this poor man is doing anything other than having a lonely night swim.”
“Are you sure we should—”
His mouth was on hers before she could finish her thought.
“You’re not very good at taming a man down,” he teased.
She grinned. It wasn’t her fault he was riled up like a racehorse and in no position to talk to anyone.
He ran his thumb over her lips. When he rested the pad of his finger on the middle of her mouth, she parted her lips and bit down gently on his nail.
“See?” he said, and she felt him shudder against her. “You bite your lip like you did, and it makes me want to bite it.” He nibbled her lower lip. “And then kiss you.” He pressed his lips to hers. “And then…” He lifted his hips to run the head of his cock down her bare stomach and pressed it in between her legs. “That man said he’s not coming back to open the gate until seven. I hope they’re all sound sleepers tonight.”
The feel of him rubbing against her sent her legs opening again, her fingers diving into the curls at the nape of his neck. Could they really keep doing this? But it was too hard to think when the hostel was quiet again and Blake so close she could feel his heart beating in his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and drew him toward her, right back where they’d left off.
“I’ll try to be quiet,” she whispered, running a hand over his chest.
“I hope not too quiet.” His voice caught and she grinned at how she could make him lose it with nothing more than a few words and a slight shift in the pressure of her hips. His hand was at her neck, tugging at the knot holding her bathing suit up. This time he let it come all the way undone.
Julia arched back against the side of the pool as his mouth explored hers. The nervousness from their near-exposure was still there, but now a heady excitement coursed through her veins. If they were walked in on now, she wouldn’t be able to get her top on fast enough. Blake wouldn’t be able to shield her. She’d be completely compromised.
But no one here knew her, and she’d never have to see them again. The freedom made her heart pound and her blood sing. She dug her fingers deeper into Blake’s hair.
She felt him tugging on her bikini bottoms, sliding them over her hips. She had a moment of sudden panic that this was real—she was really doing this, getting naked in a pool with this unbelievable stranger doing unbelievable things to her body—but she was too far gone to stop herself with ridiculous things like thinking.