abbs

The party is so alive, and it brings a smile to your face. As you walk into the kitchen, you see all kinds of drinks littering the counter. It ranges from alcoholic beverages to normal Coke products. You see snacks lining the counter and immediately grab a cupcake. Oliver shakes his head and smiles, “Some things never change, huh? Always did have a sweet tooth.”

“Leave me alone. This is how I make myself comfortable at an influence party.” You tease back, sticking your tongue out as you finish the cupcake. After you finish the cupcake, Oliver shows you what room you’re staying in and where to put your stuff. It’s a beautiful room with a view of the pool and cliff side. You gasp.

“I think this room costs more than my own house back home.” You say, shocked. Oliver just laughs.

“It is a nice room. Hey, when you are done, come back out to the kitchen so I can introduce you to everyone.” He says sweetly. You nod and set your stuff down.

Once you’re settled, you find your way back to the kitchen, and it takes no time for you to see him—Chris. He’s leaning against the counter, a beer in his hand, looking at Gabi and laughing loudly at something she says. Chris has this effortless cool factor about him that just captivates you. He’s got on a backward baseball cap and defined muscles. His smile is slightly crooked, but for him it works perfectly. His laugh is loud and seems contagious, and the group surrounding him laughs too. You’re looking at him, and for a brief second, you lock eyes with him. You freeze, unsure what to do, so instead of looking away, you give a small smile and a tiny wave. Just being friendly, of course.

Oliver looks over to see who you are waving at. When he sees it’s Chris, he smirks and grabs your arm. “Hey, come on. Let me introduce you to him.”

As Oliver walks you over to Chris, you see him stand a little straighter, slowly set his beer down, and fix his shirt. Oliver gives him a hug and gestures to you, “Hey man, this is my best friend from back home. [Y/N], this is Chris. Chris, this is [Y/N].”

“Hey. Nice to meet you. Oliver has talked about you a couple of times. I was wondering if you were made up since I never met you, though.” His voice is soft, but teasing. He gives you a gentle side hug and smiles. You forget to breathe for a moment, and just smile. Oliver nudges you, laughing.

“Y-yeah, nice to meet you too. Really.” You said softly.

The conversation from there is easy—you talk about favorite party games, small stories about Gabi, and concerts you’ve gone to with Oliver. Chris seems effortlessly cool, very laid-back, funny, and charming. Everything you say, he looks at you with complete focus. Like what you have to say actually matters to him. You are so drawn to him and his presence that nobody else really matters in that moment. Suddenly, somebody suggests beer pong, and Chris grins widely.

“Want to be on the winning team with me?”

“Make sure we win though, I don’t hang with losers.” You flirt lightly, laughing as he nods his head fast.

From the moment the game starts, there is just something about the chemistry between Chris and you. Chris constantly high-fives you or moves you aside by grabbing your waist. He is definitely finding small reasons to touch you, seeing how far you’ll let him. At one point, you sink the ball, and he hugs you, spinning you around, yelling, “My teammate is the fucking pro!” You spend most of the game joking and laughing as you celebrate wins and tease each other if you miss a shot. It seems like in that moment the only thing that matters is Chris.

Between rounds, Chris asks about your life—the things most people don’t care to ask while at a party. But he is different. He asks about your job, your favorite hobbies, and your favorite music. He listens with care and intent, his eyes never leaving yours. To others, that intense eye contact would seem weird, but he makes it seem normal. Okay. You find yourself sharing more about you than most new people would normally learn, stories that barely anyone knows.

As Chris leaves to get you another drink, Oliver comes over to you, smiling like he’s a mastermind. “I knew you’d like him. I told Gabi that it was going to work.”

The simple statement made you feel flattered and somewhat skeptical. But mostly happy, because Oliver is great at knowing when two people will vibe well together.

“Yeah. He’s really cool. He just…makes me feel like I’ve known him forever.” You smiled softly.

Chris comes back, and the party quickly moves inside. The music is somehow even louder than when you first got here. The birthday celebration is definitely in full swing. You look over and see Chris leaning against the wall, and you’d be lying if you said he doesn’t look good. You walk over and lean next to him on the wall as you sip your drink. Chris looks at you and smiles, “Want to go swim? It’s so loud in here, plus I love swimming at night.”

You nod and put your drink down. “I would love to. I’ll meet you outside once I’m changed.”

You walk outside and shiver, now just in your bikini, as the night air has a slight breeze. But the pool is bathed in darkness and moonlight, and the view behind it makes it absolutely beautiful. When you set your towel on a chair, you notice Chris is already in the water, smiling up at you. He looks like a little boy who’s just seen Santa. It’s cute.

“Come on, [Y/N]. The water is amazing.” He said happily, swimming around for a minute.

You smile and slip into the water, the pool’s cool temperature meets your heated skin. Goosebumps form instantly. For a while, you and Chris swim and play around, splashing each other and just making small talk. Chris suddenly disappears beneath the water. And you half expect to see him pop up in front of you, but instead, his hands wrap around your waist from behind. The touch is unexpected.

Chris leans in and whispers in your ear, “gotcha.”

You laugh and gently pull out of his grasp and go under the water yourself, swimming to the deep end. When you pop up, you look at him and smirk, “No, you don’t.”

Over time, the playfulness shifts. Something softer, more intimate. You are both leaning against the pool wall in the deep end, overlooking the beautiful view, soft whispers being exchanged while the party rages on inside the house. Chris asks everything he can think of—your dreams, best and worst dates, even tries to get a few deep secrets that you never tell anyone. That doesn’t happen, though. You do, however, find yourself getting lost in him and the conversation. Opening up in ways you didn’t think was possible with a stranger this fast. With Chris, it just feels easy, like you don’t have to be something you aren’t. He likes how authentic and personable you are.

A quiet moment settles over you two. It isn’t awkward. It’s just a lull in the conversation. There’s some kind of underlying tension, though. Chris moves closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“[Y/N]?” he breathed, voice as gentle.

You turn, nerves twisting violently in your stomach. “Yeah?” you whisper back, inching closer towards him.

“I’m really glad you came,” he whispers, as if admitting to some deep secret. “And that I met you.”

You blush softly and smile. “I’m really glad I came too.”

Chris looks at you, eyes roaming your face, and then leans in. Your heart is pounding fast at what is about to happen. You look right into his eyes, seeing him hesitating but also wanting. In this moment, you know you want this—him. He gets to where just his breath is hitting your lips; he is so close. But he doesn’t do anything; he just smiles softly and whispers—

“Can I kiss you now?” He speaks it like it’s a wish. All your nerve endings ignite from the question. You nod.

“I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” you say gently.

Chris closes the last remaining gap, his hands going around your waist. The water moves, cool and calming, as your bodies float towards one another. His hands hold onto the edge for balance. When he finally kisses you, it’s something soft, almost scared. Like he wants this to be perfect and not ruin anything before it even began. You pause, then slowly bring yourself to kiss him back. It’s the two of you exploring this new interaction, and trying to figure out if this is good enough or not. You let out a soft moan, and you can feel Chris smiling against your mouth. His grip tightens around you, and his tongue lightly traces your lips. A silent question for can he have more?

For the quickest moment, you forget where you even are. The party, the guests, how it’s all just feet from you two. It feels like there is only this: the taste of his lips, the heat flowing through your body, and how you didn’t know how badly you wanted to kiss Chris until this exact moment.

You part your lips, letting him in, and his tongue tangles with yours. You hear a low moan from him fill the silence. As the kiss deepens, you feel how you are slowly losing yourself into him. One of Chris’s hands is now roaming your body, the water moving just perfectly so now he’s even closer to you. You subconsciously wrap your legs around his waist, and you feel the ache between your legs as you feel his cock pressing against you.

Chris breaks the kiss to catch his breath. He looks at you, unsure about what you are going to say next. Chris takes in your appearance, how your chest rises faster from kissing, how from the neck up you are slightly blushing, how you just look absolutely beautiful pushed against the pool wall. He pecks your cheek softly.

“I want more,” his voice is low, soothing almost. His forehead is now pressed against yours as if this were a quiet conversation. There’s slight nervousness and fear as he speaks the words out loud. “But only if you want it too.”

You look at him, and suddenly things are different than earlier. He wants you, in a way you didn’t think was going to happen. For a moment, you look at him and realize how you didn’t expect this outcome at all, but you weren’t turning it down now. You nod and whisper softly.

“I—I want more too. Should we go inside? Everyone is going to know if we do that, though.”

Chris gives a wicked smirk, a small kiss being pressed to your cheek before he mumbles, “We could just do it here, you know. I’ve never had sex outside before. It’d be a first. With you.” His voice holds heat, but also an underlying sincerity. Like he wants you to decide so that you feel comfortable.

The nod from you is all he needed to seal your fate. Chris gently turns you around, pressing your back right up against his front, the water dancing between you. Your hands grab the edge to keep balance. You look up and see that everyone inside is in their own world, having the time of their lives. Chris’s lips find your neck, planting kisses in places that make you shiver, your breathing growing heavier as his hands roam, adding to the feeling. One hand stays on your waist, the other finds your breast and cups it, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric, pulling soft moans from you.

“You have to stay quiet,” he whispers, squeezing your breast just enough to make you gasp. “Last thing we need is someone seeing us fucking around in the pool. Understand me?” His words are a rough command. You nod.

“Mmm, no. I need words,” he growls. “Be a good girl and speak when I ask.” His mouth finds your neck, sucking on the skin right by your collarbone, and the feeling gives you a hot feeling everywhere. Your body arches, wanting more, desperate for everything he is offering.

A soft whine leaves you, your body backing into him some more. “Y-yes. I understand. Fuck.” The submission is quick. Given no thought, just giving him whatever he wants from you.

The hand that was just holding your breast moves down your stomach. You suck in a breath. Between the sensation of him touching you like this and the strong smell of chlorine, your brain was a bit foggy. But in the best way possible. His hand gently grabs your bottoms and pulls them down. Leaving them floating around your ankles, you were now completely bare from the waist down.

Chris lets out a low groan as your ass presses into his hard length, still buried in his swim trunks but highly noticeable now. His hand goes up the inside of your thigh, the water and his touch making everything feel cool and tingly throughout your body.

“Fuck. This might be a bad idea,” his voice is thick with want, “but god, I want you so badly.” His fingers find your clit, circling in slow, teasing motions.

You moan, the sound coming out before you can stop it, your grip tightening on the edge. Chris’s other hand covers your mouth as his fingers move faster. Every part of you is focused on his hands, the way it makes you ache for more.

“I told you—quiet,” Chris whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “If you’re naughty and loud, someone will hear us. You have to listen to me.” The words he speaks consume you, his fingers moving faster than before against your clit. Everything suddenly feels hotter in this pool.  When his teeth meet the spot behind your ear, your toes curl from the feeling of pleasure.

You moan against his hand, every sound you make muffled by his palm. You feel that pressure build inside of you, forming right in the lower part of your belly. You’ve never moved this fast with someone before, doing something so reckless. Chris’s hips press into you, and you can feel every part of his hard cock now.  

Chris pauses his hand, and you look back at him, confused about why he stopped. He slowly pushes his trunk down, the water helping to lower them. This is about to get so real, and it hits you fast. The things you both are about to do are going to happen here, outside with a party just a few feet away. The thought alone turns you on even more, if that was possible.

He gently places his trunks on the pool’s edge, hidden from view. His ankles hook around your legs, holding you to one another in the water. One hand goes around your waist. Chris’s lips find your neck again, placing kisses along it, each one soft and affectionate. One of your hands lets go of the pool edge, and it finds his thigh and slowly runs up it.

Chris moans softly into your neck, goosebumps forming on his legs. The reaction pulls a smile from you and gives you a thrill. You turn just enough to whisper, “What? I can’t have fun too?”

His eyes darken with want. “Teasing and having fun are two different things,” he speaks low. “Grab my cock, gorgeous. Or don’t bother teasing.” It’s a line, and he is now seeing if you will cross it.

You gasp at the sudden dominance, a shock after a day of laughter and light-hearted jokes. But you don’t hesitate. Your hand glides up his thigh and wraps around his cock. If you were outside of the pool, you know he’d feel heavy and thick, but the water makes him seem lighter than he probably is. He’s hot even though it’s in cool water. You give him slow strokes, feeling him shiver against your back from the sensation.

Chris moans, hips bucking forward, chasing the friction. “Oh fuck. Feels so good.”

You stroke him, squeezing gently at the tip each time. He’s so hard, and your hand struggles occasionally to hold onto him in the moving water. Chris’s fingers find your clit again, circling softly, both of you are panting and thrusting into each other’s hands. The air has become intense, filling with more than just friendly feelings.

“Look in the window,” Chris whispers, his mouth right next to your ear. “See everyone in there? They don’t have a fucking clue how good you’re making me feel right now. How your hand is on my cock, and the way you’re touching me.” His words make you ache. “Makes you want more, doesn’t it?” His head rests on your shoulder, and you both keep moving your hands beneath the water. Being caught, the danger, making this even more worth it.

You nod quickly. “Much more.”

He laughs softly, kissing your cheek. “You like being dangerous, don’t you? Getting off where anyone could see us?” His words are filthy, and they make your whole body pulse with excitement.

You whine, needy as his fingers press down on your clit, adding a deeper pressure. The water is doing nothing to cool the heat burning inside of you. He gently slides two fingers inside you, stretching out slowly. A whimper escapes your lips, and your hips jerk back against him.

“Oh god.”

The water moves around you both as his fingers thrust in and out, curling just right to find that spot that makes your vision go hazy with need. Every stroke of his fingers sends a new wave of shock through you. All you can hear is the sound of water splashing against your bodies, Chris’s soft moans, and your own sounds of pleasure.

Chris hits a certain spot in you, a moan falls from your lips, causing his legs to tighten around you and him to thrust harder in your hand. You squeeze harder and keep moving up and down his cock, making sure he knows silently that what he is doing to you feels so good.

“I can’t do this anymore. I need to see you,” Chris moans. Suddenly his hand leaves you, and he spins you to face him, pressing your back against the rough pool wall. His hands cage you in, his body surrounding yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer.

He kisses you hungrily, tongue tangling with yours, both of you fighting for dominance. You moan into his mouth, lost in the heat of it, his teeth catching your lip before sucking gently. As you kiss each other, you feel his hand slip behind your neck, fingers working to undo the knot of your bikini top.

It comes undone, and it lies hanging, floating on the surface of the water, still tied under your chest. Chris pulls back, his eyes taking you in. You’re now completely bare, nipples hardening from water and nerves. The way he is staring at you makes that feeling in your stomach start again. He starts to kiss down your neck again, rougher now, leaving marks as he goes, proof for tomorrow.

“God, you’re fucking hot,” he groans, his hand coming up to cup your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple, making your breath uneven. “Your tits are perfect. And the fact that everyone’s right inside…” His voice is wild. “It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

You moan, looking back, and you see everyone carrying on like nothing was happening out here. Knowing that makes you feel bold and brave. You grab Chris’s head, pull him into another kiss, biting and sucking his bottom lip until he moans into your mouth. You pull back and smirk at him.

“Thought you said we have to be quiet? Someone isn’t following their own rules.”

Chris gives you a playful glare, moving you so your legs are wrapped higher around his waist. The concrete scrapes against your back as he lifts you higher, pinning you in place. His mouth finds your nipple, biting it before soothing it with his tongue. You whine, arching into him. He is making you feel so needy and helpless.

“No. You want to play smart, then here you go. Be a good fucking girl and stay quiet.” Chris commands.

You stare at him, and a shiver goes through you at the command. Before you can answer, his mouth is on your breast again. Placing kisses everywhere except for your nipple. Chris sucks gently on the spot beneath the curve of your breast, and a needy whine falls out. He pulls back, a trail of spit connecting his mouth to your skin, and he leans in to kiss you again. The kiss is filthy. Spit swapping, tongues tangling, your fingers moving through his hair as you lose yourself in the taste of him.

He grabs his cock, guiding it so it’s between your folds, the thick head gliding along your pussy. He groans as he moves his cock up and down your folds. Every stroke makes you ache for more; this is a level of grinding you don’t think would feel as good as it does.

“Shit. Never done this before,” Chris moans into your ear. “But fuck, you feel so good.” His words alone make you clench around nothing.

You kiss his neck, silently telling him you need more. Chris shivers at your kisses. He guides his cock faster against you, chasing some sort of feeling. You find a spot just below his ear, sucking gently, and loving how he moves his head back to give you more room. The air is charged now between you two.

“I need you now. Fuck, come here,” there’s urgency in his voice.

He grabs your hand, and you both swim, laughter falling from your lips as you move to the other side of the pool. It’s darker over here, less exposed. You climb out and strip off your bikini top and bottoms, holding them in your hand. You follow Chris, wondering where he is taking you.

“Where are we going?” you giggle as he pulls you along. The cool air sends another wave of goosebumps onto your skin, making you feel more alive than ever.

“Somewhere I can actually fuck you—where the water won’t get in the way,” Chris says with a wicked smile as he leads you to a lounge chair tucked into the shadows.

As soon as you get to the chair, Chris turns and pulls you into a kiss. He mumbles against your mouth.

“On the chair. Stomach. You’ll face the window. Got me?”

You instantly can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a small vibration of want going through you. Not saying much, but giving a small nod, you slowly lie on the chair, flat against it on your stomach. When you look up, you can once again see the party. It’s loud and lively. It also shocks you how nobody seems to question where the two of you are.

Chris climbs over you, his hand coming down to gently wrap around your jaw, tilting your head back so your eyes are locked on the windows. His lips brush your temple.

“Make no sound,” Chris whispers. “Even in the dark, if you’re loud enough, someone will see.” The words hang in the air, making this so much riskier, and the anticipation fills you.

You whine softly, pressing back against him, needing him. Chris chuckles. His hand grips your hips, pulling them up higher, and then he spanks you, the sting soothed immediately by his hand rubbing gently. A gasp leaves you. He does it again, the sting of pain followed by a soft rubbing motion. You look back, searching his face, but he just shakes his head, making you look forward, back at the window and the party.

“I can’t wait to have my cock buried deep inside you,” he whispers. “Fill you up while everyone’s just there, no idea what I’m doing to you.” The words make your body react instantly, wetness pooling between your thighs.

He slowly pulls your thighs apart, just the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Wanting this to happen makes you feel so alive in this moment.

“Chris. Please. I can’t wait anymore,” you whimper, desperate for friction, for him. The need in your voice is very clear.

He moves his cock along your folds, slow and teasing, moaning as he feels just how slick you are for him. “Fuck. So wet,” he breathes.

“Mhm. Please. Just do something,” you beg. Every second of waiting is agonizing, every brush of his cock a tease of something you desperately want.

Begging gets you everywhere. Chris spits in his palm, stroking himself for extra wetness, making sure everything is wet enough for you. He guides his cock to your entrance and pushes in slowly, the stretch making your breath catch. He stops with just the tip inside, feeling the wet heat of your body, both of you trembling.

“Fuck. You’re so tight—relax for me,” his voice is shaking, “or I’m not gonna last.”

You take a shaky breath, forcing your body to relax. The second you do, he slides deeper, and you both groan at the feeling. One of his hands stays anchored on your hip, the other sliding up to wrap around your throat. He leans down, lips brushing your ear, voice low.

“I’m going to push all the way in. Once I do, I’m fucking the shit out of you. Got me?”

You nod and whimper, your body clenching around him at just his words. He hisses at the sensation, grip tightening on your hip.

“[Y/N], quit teasing. Be a good girl and take all of me,” he says, voice rough with need.

Chris pushes deeper, bottoming out inside you. The fullness is overwhelming, a different kind of heat consumes you.

“God, Chris, you feel so good,” you whimper, voice cracking from emotion.

He starts slow, testing how much you can take. He pulls nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip, then thrusts back in deep. The pace is slow; every time he pulls out, you ache and need him even more. His grip on your neck and hip tightens, holding you, and you can feel that he’s as close to losing everything, like you.

“So wet—so tight when you clench around me. Jesus,” he pants.

“I need you to move faster. Please,” you beg.

It’s like a switch flip. What was once slow and exploratory now becomes relentless and hot. Chris’s hips snap into you, each thrust harder, deeper, his mouth dropping to your ear, deep moans filling it. The night is filled with nothing but your mingled moans, the slap of skin on skin, and the distant call of an owl.

His thrusts grow deep, taking the air from your lungs. You whine loudly, and Chris slides two fingers into your open mouth, a silent tell.

“Suck,” he commands. “Since you can’t keep quiet, I’ll keep that mouth busy.” The words make you shudder as you close your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue, desperate to please him.

You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue and gently nipping at the pads between sucks. Spit drips down his hand, and you moan around him, the taste and act making you feel dirty and loved all at once. His hips snap into yours. Everything gentle now is gone. He’s chasing his own high and making sure you follow with him.

“Such a dirty girl,” his voice is filled with praise and want. “Sucking my fingers while I fuck you like this.” The words make you clench around him.

You moan again, the vibration traveling through his fingers. He slides them out of your mouth, then pulls out of you, moving fast. In one quick motion, he flips you over, spreading your legs wide and lining himself up again. He plunges back into you, hands gripping your thighs, fucking you hard and fast. You look up at him in awe, every thrust sending pleasure through your whole body.

“Fuck, Chris. Feels so good,” you moan, your eyes locked on his face as he drives his cock into you. It’s perfect for you.

Chris nods, a small smirk forming on his lips. He looks down, watching himself sink into you, captivated by the sight. He spits onto his cock when he pulls back out, then slides back in, the feeling making both of you shudder. He closes his eyes, lost in the feeling of you for a moment, then glances up at the window. The wet sounds, the creak of the chair, the risk of being caught just turns him on even more.

“Not sure what’s hotter,” he whispers. “You taking me so good, or us fucking just a few feet from everyone else.” The words make you clench around him.

You agree with him. There’s something so hot about knowing that if anyone comes outside, this is game over. They’ll see and hear everything. Just as you’re about to answer, Chris hits the one spot inside you that sends you over the edge. You grip his shoulders and try to close your legs.

“Oh god. Right there, shit.” You pant softly.

Chris smirks, dropping lower, his thrusts turning eager as he chases both your highs. He fucks you harder, his breath ragged against your cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m inside you, filling you up so deep,” he says lowly. “Gonna fill you with my cum, watch it leak out of that perfect pussy.” The words make you shiver, and you nod at what he’s saying.

A soft, broken whimper spills from your lips. Chris kisses the sound away, tongue teasing yours in a messy and desperate tangle before he pulls back.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants. “Knew from the moment I saw you that this pussy was going to be mine. Tell me, baby, who does it belong to?”

You gasp and say, “You. It’s yours, Chris.”

He bites your neck, sucking until you know he’s left another mark. His cock finds that spot again and again, driving you insane, your nails digging into his shoulders, soft whines spilling from your lips.

“That’s right. Mine,” he nips at your ear, his voice raw. “You’re so close. I can feel it. Gonna make you cum so hard, baby—make you forget anyone else before me. Only me now.”

“P—please. I want to cum on you. Chris. I need to.” You clench around him, the pressure building up.

“No. Not until I say so,” he groans, voice tight. “I’m almost there. We do it together.”

You can feel it. What was once a consistent pace from him is now turning sloppy and rushed. He is getting close to the edge himself. You do what you can to keep from cumming before him. It’s hard because his cock feels so good and it’s hitting the one spot that drives you crazy.

“Ch-Chris. I can’t. I’m gonna—” You get cut off by his voice.

“Now. Cum for me. Let go,” he commands, giving you what you need.

You don’t need convincing. The orgasm crashes over you. A heat moves through your body almost violently. You clench tight around his cock, legs locking at his waist, nails clawing down his back as your body shakes. Chris buries his moan in your neck, hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge. You feel him twitch and spill inside you, everything messy and perfect and real.

“Fuck. That’s it,” he whispers, voice going soft and sweet as pleasure goes through both of you. “Let it ride, baby—milking me so good. Take it all. Just like that.” His words make you feel owned and comforted at the same time.

His thrusts slow, turning lazy, just enough to help you both ride out the orgasm. He peppers your face with soft kisses before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The night is now quiet, but you can still hear the distant owl.

He finally slows to a stop, pulling out once you both have normal breathing patterns again. You meet his eyes, and a shared smile passes between you. You boop his nose, both of you giggling softly in the dark. Chris looks down, watching his cum leak from you. He gathers some on his fingers and brings them to your lips.

“Open. Taste,” he murmurs, voice affectionate.

You listen, lips opening up, and his fingers slide into your mouth again. The taste is warm, salty, completely the two of you mixed together. You swirl your tongue over his fingers, moaning softly as he watches, eyes dark, watching you clean him off of his fingers.

“Shit,” he whispers, sounding wrecked and awed. “That’s even hotter than I expected.”

You smile as his fingers fall from your lips, cheeks flushed with happiness. Sitting up, you look around for your bathing suit and spot it nearby. You quickly grab it, your heart pounding, then rush back to where Chris sits, laughter coming out as he watches you make that mad dash. He scoots closer and gently helps you retie your bikini top.

You both put your bottoms back on. Once you’re both dressed, Chris turns and pulls you into a hug, one that silently says that he wants this forever. You place your head against his chest, pressing small kisses to his chest as his arms hold you close.

“Guess we should go back inside, huh?” he murmurs. “Think anyone’s going to believe we were just out here swimming?” His words are playful. But now there’s a secret between you two that makes this so much better.

You blush and shrug, “Maybe? Oliver might be the only one who doesn’t.”

Chris nods, a light pink color showing on his own cheeks. He looks at you, and you can tell he wants to say or ask something else, so you wait patiently.

“Uh… Can I—this is so backward, I know, but can I get your number? I’d really like to take you on an actual date.” Chris’s face goes full-blown red, and somehow it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

You grab his hand and nod. “I’d love that. Even if we did do things a little backwards.”

Chris smiles, and as you look at him, all you can think is, thank god Oliver invited you to this party.

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