**Poolside Lust**

I’d been eyeing him all afternoon—this ridiculously hot dude at the hotel pool, tan as hell, with swim shorts barely hanging onto his thick thighs. His abs flexed every time he stretched, and his arms were thick with muscle, the kind that made my mouth water. I pretended to read my book, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted him to bend me over one of those lounge chairs and fuck me raw under the sun.

Then, like he’d read my mind, he caught me staring. His smirk was slow, deliberate. “Like what you see?” His voice was deeper than I expected, rough like he’d just woken up from a nap.

I swallowed hard. “Fuck yeah.” No point lying.

He chuckled, shifting on his chair, and I didn’t miss the way his cock was already half-hard under those shorts. “Pool’s empty,” he murmured. “You wanna take a dip?”

My heart pounded as I stood, following him toward the water. The second we were waist-deep, his hands were on me—big, rough palms sliding down my chest, then lower, fingers curling around my dick through my swim trunks. I groaned, arching into his touch.

“Shit, you’re already fucking hard for me,” he growled, squeezing.

“You—ah—you knew I would be,” I panted, grinding against his hand.

His other hand slid around my waist, yanking me flush against him. I could feel his cock, thick and heavy, pressing against my stomach. He kissed me then, messy and hungry, biting my lip before his tongue shoved into my mouth. I moaned, gripping his shoulders, his skin hot and slick under my fingers.

He pulled back just long enough to tug my shorts down, letting them float away in the water before doing the same to his. His dick sprang free, thick and uncut, flushed dark with how badly he wanted me. I couldn’t help but reach for it, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking slowly. He groaned, hips jerking.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he rasped.

I dropped to my knees right there in the pool, the water lapping at my chest as I took him into my mouth. His cock was heavy on my tongue, salty with pre-cum as I sucked him deep. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me, and I could hear him cursing under his breath.

“God, your mouth—” He thrust shallowly, fucking my face, and I let him, hollowing my cheeks to take him deeper.

Then he was hauling me up, turning me around to press my chest against the pool’s edge. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt the blunt head of his dick nudging against my hole.

“You ready?” His voice was wrecked already.

I nodded, bracing myself. “Just fucking do it.”

He didn’t waste time. One hard push, and he was inside me, splitting me open in one brutal stroke. I cried out, my nails scraping against the tile as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass. He was huge, stretching me so full I could barely breathe.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pulling back before slamming into me again.

I groaned, pushing back against him, loving the burn. “Harder—please—”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands dug into my hips as he fucked me in deep, punishing thrusts, the water sloshing around us with every snap of his hips. I could feel every inch of him, the way his cock dragged against my walls, hitting that spot inside me that made my legs shake.

“You take my cock so fucking good,” he gritted out, one hand sliding around to stroke me in time with his thrusts.

I was close already, my dick leaking against his fingers. “Gonna—ah—gonna fucking come,” I choked out.

His pace turned frantic, his hips slapping against my ass as he chased his own release. “Yeah, come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

His thumb swiped over my head, and that was all it took—I came hard, stripes of cum shooting into the water as my body clenched around him. He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep and came inside me, hot and thick.

For a second, we just stayed like that, panting, his cock still pulsing inside me. Then he pulled out, turning me around to kiss me again, slow and filthy.

“We should do that again,” he murmured against my lips.

I grinned. “Yeah. We fucking should.”