His breath catches. “…Don’t.”
The second I hear thatdon’t, I sink. Literally. I let go of the tile behind him, let the water take me, slide down his chest in a ripple of warmth and hunger. He watches, breathing ragged, jaw tight, head tipped back against the pool edge like he knows exactly what’s coming and is already losing the fight to hold himself still.
I disappear beneath the surface. The water blurs the lights, the sky, even the heat rolling off his skin—but it doesn’t blurhim.Not where I find him again, hard and leaking, hips tense as I press my lips around the head and sink lower.
His bodyjerks.
I hum around him. And fuck, the way he twitches—every muscle tightening, every inch of him trying to resist thrusting into my mouth—Ifeelit through the water. Every suppressed groan. Every inch of self-control cracking.
My fingers curl around his hips, anchoring me. And I suck harder, deeper. Water muffles the sounds but not thesensation.Not the weight of him on my tongue. Not the way he pulses when I moan low and start to bob my head in time with the soft swirl of my tongue.
He’s shaking above me now. His hands finally move, one gripping the tile behind him so hard I swear it might crack, theother burying in my haireven underwater,like he needs to feel me there.
I come up for air gasping, curls sticking to my face, and look up at him.
His eyes aregone.Blown out, fixed on me like I’m salvation and sin wrapped in one dripping mouthful of worship. I grin, blow him a kiss, then sink again.
This time, he groans my name so low and dark Ifeelit in my spine. He’s getting close. I know his body too well—every twitch, every breath, every warning. I flatten my tongue, suck him deep, and slip one hand between his thighs to gently cup him just right.
His fingers tighten in my curls. “Fuck, Elias—” His hips stutter once, then twice. His breath chokes off. His body goesrigidagainst the edge of the pool and his cock spills down my throat, and I take it. All of it. Swallow and surface with a smug littlesmirkand water running down my face.
Damian iswreckedbut still glaring at me like he wants to drag me out of the pool and fuck me into the stone.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Still the best mouth on the team,” I chirp.
“Pup.”
“Uh-huh?”
“I hope you’re sober enough to run.”
“Oh no.”
I try to bolt. I laugh, shove off the wall, try to kick away and swim for the steps—but I barely make it three strokes before somethinggrabs my ankleunderwater. I yelp. “Damian—!”
He yanks me back and I get slammed up against the pool’s edge. My arms splay out over the stone, chest pressed to the warm tile, and I feel him behind me, hot and heavy, pressing his body into mine.
“Fuckingbrat,” Damian growls against my neck, voice dark. “You think you can just suck me off like that andrun?”
I’m panting. “I—”
He bites myass.Deadass. Just leans in andsinks his teethinto one cheek hard enough to make me moan and thrash and laugh at the same time.
“Shit—Cap—”
“Uh-uh.” He pushes my legs farther apart, and one big hand grabs my hip, steadying me against the pool wall. The other? It disappears underwater again, slick with nothing but memory, and then—
“Oh fuck—fuck—” I groan, head thunking against my arm as his fingers push inside me, slow and deep.
“Quiet,” he murmurs, biting a path up my spine. “You didn’t want to make a scene earlier, remember?”
He starts to work me open, slow and deliberate—one finger, then two—twisting and curling with practiced patience until my body goes loose and tight all at once, head spinning, knees threatening to give out against the water. I gasp, breath breaking as sensation floods me, and his voice follows, low and steady in my ear. “You like being bent over for me, pup?”
“Y-yeah—”
“You like being used after running that smart little mouth?”
“Yes,fuck, yes—” I can barely breathe. My thighs are shaking. The edge of the pool is digging into my ribs, but Idon’t care,because he’s crooning filth in my ear while stretching me wide enough to make me ache and I’m fuckingbeggingfor more.
