“Fuck me, Blake,” she mouthed in his ear, keeping her voice low and just for him, knowing how much her asking for it had driven him insane. “Fuck me harder, Blake. Please.”
See? She was still a good girl—she was polite even when she was begging for it.
His groan caught in his throat and then all of a sudden he was pulling out of her, leaving an emptiness she couldn’t bear. But it was only to step out of his swim shorts, which by now had slid down his thighs and were getting in the way. He stood before her in the moonlight, cock standing straight up. Instinctively she lifted her hips to him, inviting him back in.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll get what you want,” he said, watching her squirm before him in anticipation.
“I want you inside me.”
“Right where I want to be.”
Without hesitating he reached for her thighs, holding her legs up and spreading them wide. She had to hold on tight to the edge of the step to keep herself stable while he drove into her. The water flowed up over her legs in little waves.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” he growled, his hands on her hips to give him more leverage.
How could those words turn her on so much? But hearing him say it made her feel it like it was already happening, his heat streaming inside her as he completely let go. “I want you to,” she gasped, gripping the edge of the step. She didn’t just want to imagine the look that would cross his face when he released into her. She wanted to gaze up into his eyes and see the pleasure and total abandon and know it was because of her.
With one hand she balanced herself while he held her legs up and used her free hand to rub her clit as he moved inside her. Every touch was electric with pleasure. The pressure from his cock and her hand made Julia squeeze her legs around his waist as he gripped her tighter, his eyes fixated on her hand moving between her legs, the water rising up along her ass, her neck arched back in ecstasy.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come,” Blake panted as he thrust harder.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, too swept up in the heat of the moment to be appalled by her command or by how forcibly she had—literally—taken her pleasure into her own hands.
“Not a chance,” he said, and bucked even harder against her.
The orgasm tore through her, from her clit all the way up inside. She cried out, whimpering, trying to stay quiet but unable to hold it in, her legs tightening as she told him over and over again that she was coming for him. He gripped her thighs as she clenched and released in waves around his cock. And as she kept running her finger over her clit, drawing out the pleasure, he let go completely and released himself into her.
Head thrown back, lips parted, the muscles in his arms and chest defined in the moonlight as he held her legs up—she had never seen anything as beautiful as Blake’s face when he came.
When his thrusts began to slow she eased up on her clit, the two of them moving languidly together, breathing hard, making it last as long as possible before their senses returned and they were two strangers again, whose paths happened to cross in the night.
He slid out of her but didn’t let go. Her arms and legs trembled from the force of her orgasm, but he held her up now so that she didn’t have to. Then he took the condom off and stepped out of the pool to throw it in the trash can in the garden. He jumped back in with a splash, and they swam to meet each other, feeling the cool water on their heated bodies as they dunked under and came up for air.
Julia didn’t have much left in her after what they’d just done, but when he embraced her bobbing in the water, she kissed him with everything she did have to give. His arms around her were strong as he kissed her back.
They stayed like that for a long time in the water, silent together. Eventually they found their stray bathing suits floating down in the deep end and slid them back on. Blake swam over to where she was tying up her top and knotted the strings around her neck.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
Julia laughed. “Maybe thirty’s not so bad.”
What did one do after an explosion like that, when they were never going to see each other again? He was smiling this sweet, sloppy, satisfied grin she’d yet to see plastered on his face, so she figured it was okay for her to wrap her arms around him again. It would all be over so soon. She wanted to savor the feel of him before she let go.
He nuzzled into her neck, grazing his lips against her skin. She kissed him, slow and soft and deep. “You don’t regret doing this, do you?” he asked, pulling away to peer at her as though trying to read the expression on her face.
“I’ll tell you when the feeling returns to my legs.”
“Just checking,” he said, kissing her again, but she assured him he didn’t need to.
Regrets? There was no way. She’d never done anything like this and that was totally the point. It felt amazing not being Julia Evans for a night. She couldn’t believe she’d tried to run away from this. What would have happened if Blake hadn’t been in the pool when she walked out and she’d never gotten to experience the feel of him moving with her?
For all she knew, Blake did things like this all the time. But it was different for her. It was something she would remember for the rest of her life.
In the doorway to the lobby, he pressed her up against the wall where he had been standing when she first laid eyes on him. Just like she had imagined.
His tongue searched hers insistently, claiming her one last time.
She could still feel the heat where he had taken her in the pool. There was no doubt about whom she belonged to for those final hours of the night.
“I guess this is goodnight,” she whispered reluctantly, carrying her sandals so as not to make noise when she crept back into her room, everyone else long asleep. “I hope you’re able to catch a few hours of sleep.” Before your bus, she wanted to add, but didn’t.
“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured, holding her chin to lift her lips to his once again. “Something tells me I’m not going to have any more trouble sleeping tonight.”
“I’ll see you,” she said softly, knowing that she wouldn’t. He was leaving for Buenos Aires in the morning, and if the thought sent a pang shooting straight through her heart, she just had to remind herself that the fleetingness of their encounter was the reason it had happened at all.
“I’ll see you,” he promised, and as she slipped down the darkened hallway, she appreciated the lie.
Chapter Five
Tuesday
Blake had every intention of getting up early and going to the bus station. He was packed. He’d paid for his stay at the hostel. He should have been ready to go.
But when then sun came up and spread its warm fingers over the garden, he lingered in bed a little longer as Jamie and the other guys in the room got ready for the day.
He told himself he was just tired from the late night before. But thinking about why he’d been up so late made him think about Julia and the miracle of her soft, lithe body writhing against his, and he had to roll over before anyone in the communal room saw the tent pitched halfway down his sheets.
It would be shitty to sneak out without at least saying good-bye. And there were more busses during the day. He might as well start the day off with breakfast. It wouldn’t hurt to see her one last time.
When the room cleared, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a gray T-shirt and a pair of navy cargo shorts. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame his curls, and slid his feet into his comfortable leather sandals. He didn’t bother shaving, but that was to save time while he grabbed a quick breakfast before the bus—not because he was eager to see if Julia was awake. Or because he happened to know that a bit of light stubble around his jawline had never hurt him when it came to women.