It wasn’t until an old friend of mine talked me and others into playing a game of strip poker that I considered I might be heteroflexible. That’s a thing, I googled it, and it’s pretty common with a lot of straight men. Just a little curiosity that can quickly be forgotten with the right distraction. Pretty sure it’s going to take a miracle to distract me from him, though.
But what if I could fuck him one time and let it end there? Then we can both walk away, forgetting it happened, and I can move on with my life while making him nothing more than a one-time thing. His thick, sexy fingers flex as he puts them together, preparing to dive in the water, and my hole twitches. Or maybe he could fuck me. I might hate it, and then I’ll stop wanting to move my hands to my ass whenever I fuck my hand.
I could hate it.
What if that’s the answer to all my problems? Me hating it and it ruining what I’ve been thinking has been an amazing day with him? I won’t know until I try, will I? What if we don’t use lube and I tell him to skip the prepping I’ve seen done in porn videos. It would be painful and uncomfortable. It would give me more reasons not to want it again. To not want it with him again.
“You coming in or what?” he says, bobbing up and down in the water. I was so caught up in my head I missed him jumping inand the big splash he left all around me. My feet are wet and I didn’t feel it until now.
“Yeah. Was thinking about work, sorry.”
“That’s not allowed here. Now hurry up and get in here so I can stop feeling so lonely.”
Scoffing, I do a backwards jump, and the water doesn’t cover the pavement as much as his dive did. He’s beside me, running a hand down his face with his hair completely soaked. “That was good, but I really hope you can do better.”
“Oh, you do, do you? What about you?” I challenge. “I want to see you do better.”
Without another word, he lifts himself out of the water by hooking his fingers onto the edge of the pool. Water drips down his body, the cotton of his underwear clinging to him everywhere. His cock swings from side to side as he turns to face the water. My mouth goes dry and I stay unmoving as he does a cannonball after yelling it.
Water goes everywhere, even up my nose. It takes me inhaling too much of it to finally act like a human. I pinch my nose and blow forward.
He looks at me warily, lightly tapping my back. “You okay there, champ?
I clear my throat and nod. “Yeah. Well enough to get you back times two.”
His eyes brighten with amusement. “Let’s see it, then.”
I shove him away and my jump is nowhere as good as his last one, so I try again, doing better the next go around.
“Try to beat that splash,” I say, lifting my chest at him, and his eyes darken with something mischievous.
“Okay.” Before I can register what he’s doing, he grabs me by the hips and pins me to the nearest wall, tugging down my underwear. His fingers wrap around my shaft, and he slams his hand back before pushing it forward. He keeps repeating theaction, palming me over and over. Water sprays between us. His elbow is hitting the water each time, making it raise more.
“I think I can do better than that too,” he stammers.
Flames lick at my insides, my body spiraling and preventing me from forming any logical thoughts to stop what’s happening.
He tilts my head back, sealing his mouth over mine, and that’s when I finally snap out of my paralyzed state and bite his tongue. He groans, pulling back to rub at his mouth, and when he lowers his hand, he’s smiling. The fucker is smiling.
“I think I might be bleeding. Do that again.” He lifts me higher out of the water, making it sway around us.
As his face inches forward, I shove my hand against his chest, but that only stops him from kissing me again, not from stroking my cock. He grins, his breath picking up to match mine. “What’s wrong? Do you prefer getting off before I kiss you? Is it hard to focus on one thing while also doing the other? Would you rather only feel one part of me connecting with you at a time?”
“No,” I sputter. “I . . .” My brain shuts off and I roll my hips, making animalistic sounds as heat pools in my belly. “I . . . I want you to stop touching me altogether.”
“Are you sure?” He cocks a brow and keeps driving me crazy with his hand, and my hips meet him halfway, adding to the splash around us. “Because that’s not what your body’s telling me.”
“It . . . oh, fuck.” I arch my hips, fucking his hand at a different angle. His skin rubs over my skin, creating fireworks, and I’m bursting from the inside, my vision hit with every color of the rainbow as I come so hard I nearly black out. He grabs me as I begin to sink, rubbing a hand over my back while whispering, “I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”
I rub my face into his neck, my orgasm making it hard to think straight. I can’t remember how to move or that I’m supposed to be getting away. I can’t remember why I’m supposed to either.
He kisses the side of my face, his fingers sliding inside the back of my underwear to tease my crack. I tighten up as he spreads my cheeks apart to press on my entrance. I’m rocking my hips again, acting like a damn cat in heat, and as though I didn’t just come seconds ago, my cock is already twitching for round two.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful.” He nips at my ear, and I let out a needy sound.
Now’s my chance to get him to do something to make me stop enjoying it. Now’s my chance to connect him to a painful experience. I need to hate him. It’s the only way I’ll be able to go back to my trailer without wanting to return here for more.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I croak out.