Glancing down, I could see the thick ridge of his erection, straining against the stretched fabric of the suit.It seemed the memory of that night was getting him excited, too.
“Like I said: drunk and horny,” Kai explained.“He tugged my suit down, just enough so that he could bury his face between my cheeks.Fuck, I was so turned on, I was basically dripping.”
In my mind’s eye I was imagining the long, glistening threads of precum spilling out his his dick and spooling to the floor.The push of his ass against a stranger’s face, as his hole was worked over.
“Did he fuck you?”I could hear how breathless my voice sounded.
Kai grinned again.“He wanted to.But my friends came and pulled me away before it got that far.I ended up passed out on someone else’s couch, and with the hangover to beat all hangovers the next morning.”
“Ouch.”
He shrugged.“Good thing about being around med students: someone always has a ‘never fails’ cure for the morning after.Even if most of the time they’re all bullshit.”
I had to ask.“Are all your club nights so liberated?”
“Not really, no,” he told me, shaking his head.“That was pretty much an outlier.But I thought you’d like the story...and the Speedo.”
Nodding, I allowed my gaze to travel back down his chest to where the swimsuit was bulging.My mouth was starting to water.
“Why aren’t you in the pool yet?”I asked, pointedly.
Kai stood up, standing briefly on his tip-toes to stretch his calves.“Good question,” he concurred, then jumped into the water.
I turned my head from the splash, then felt the sudden touch of hands traveling up my body.Starting at my thighs, but then quickly progressing, past my waist and my stomach, until Kai’s face was level with my own and his arms were around my neck.
“You’re right,” he purred, “this is much better.”
Close enough that I could see the pores in his skin, the tiny creases in his lips.Close enough that the heat of his body radiated against my own, cool water be damned.I had the briefest glimpse of his face, smiling and knowing, before he was kissing me.
It was a soft kiss, a kiss that promised something more.Kai’s teeth gently tugging at my lips, the shared quirk of our smiles so close to derailing the moment as we grinned our way through the intimacy.
“I like kissing you,” he told me, when we pulled apart again.There was something so plain, so straightforwardly earnest in his tone, that even my natural cynicism was momentarily defused.
“I like it, too.”
I let my hands go wandering across his torso as he leaned in again.Firm muscle and smooth skin beneath my fingertips.The waistband of the low-cut suit a crisp ridge around his hips.
“You know what I think we should do,” Kai whispered.
I shook my head.“What?”
His lips brushed, teasingly, up along the curve of my ear.“We should swim lengths.”
I groaned, then felt him chuckle in my arms.
Kai pulled back, treading water as I pouted at him.
“Stop sulking,” he told me, laughing.“You agreed, story and then swimming.”
“Actually,” I pointed out, “we said swimming and then story.But I already got the story, so why should I bother with the swimming?”
Kai tutted, shaking his head in disapproval.“What sort of businessman reneges on a deal?”
I smirked at him.“A successful one, who pays attention to the fine-print?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment.“So,” he said, eventually, “how about we make a new deal, then?”
It felt like I was about to get tricked, somehow.“What sort of thing did you have in mind?”
