Taste Of You

The Pool

Chapter 2 – The Pool

“I can walk on my own.” I muttered, though my heel wobbled against the pavement.

Outside the hotel tonight, it was cooler than I expected it to be, but then I didn't expect much anymore.

My head was still spinning from drinking too much champagne, but Luca's hand on mine steadied me until we got to his car. An impressive Ferrari Aperta.

He opened the door for me with a flourish.

“Always the gentleman,” I added with a sharp little laugh as I slid inside. The leather seats of the Ferrari felt like a warm hug, and I briefly remembered late night drives with my mom in her hellcat, while she was still alive.

She had a thing for fast cars too. Honestly, the woman was so cool.

When Luca rejoined me, he shut the doors and the world outside went quiet. The city lights danced across his face while the car moved through the streets. He hadn’t said much, just tapped his fingers against his knee, like he was keeping time to music only he heard.

“So, what’s the plan? Drive me home and dump me at my father’s doorstep? News flash, I no longer live there.”

He glanced at me. “I’m not taking you home.”

That caught me off guard. “Then where?”

“Somewhere you’ll actually breathe.” he was smiling.

“I’m breathing fine.” I countered as I turned my head toward the window, annoyed at how calm he sounded. “You think you know everything.”

“I don’t,” he said simply. “But I know you need a place to calm down.”

I rolled my eyes at him but I didn't argue, especially when I realized the car had slowed to a stop at a resort that I hadn't visited in years.

It was the pool I used to sneak off to as a teenager. Usually, I would beg Luca to take me there to swim when my parents were busy. I remembered sneaking in as a teenager, dragging my towel, laughing when Luca bribed a guard to look the other way.

My father never let me swim because he thought it was “unladylike.”

“Why here?” I asked softly.

“Because you used to be happy here.”

Luca stepped out and waited for me, his hand extended. For a moment, I hesitated, then I took it. His palm was warm, and when he didn’t let go right away, something inside me jumped. I used to have a crush on this man damnit…

We walked to the pool. The surface was smooth, lit from below with soft blue lights, and there was the faint smell of chlorine hung in the air. “You planned this?” I asked not to trust myself to say more.

He shook his head. “I remembered.”

“That's even worse.” I replied, “you shouldn't remember.” Luca had stopped sneaking me out to this pool after my father warned him not to anymore, and before shipping out to private school.

Wasting no time, I kicked off my shoes and sat at the edge of the pool, dipping my toes in and smiling as the cool water lapped at my skin. “I don't even have a swimsuit.”

Luca shrugged. “Neither do I.”

He took off his jacket, set it on a chair nearby and walked straight into the pool, tux and all. I watched as the water rose to his chest, soaking the perfect white shirt he wore.

He ran a hand through his wet hair and then waved to me. “Come on…”

“You’re insane.” My laugh startled me. “I can’t.”

“You can.” His mouth twitched like he was hiding a smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how.”

Of course I hadn't, and the challenge in his tone made me want to obey. He held out his arm, waiting for me.

“Fine.” I muttered , pulling off my dress in one swift motion. Soon enough, I was standing only in my underwear. “Happy now?”

His eyes swept over me appreciatively, but not like the men who stared at parties. Suddenly, I was all too aware of my black bra and my polka dotted panties. I should have worn something sexier. I chided myself.

I jumped in then and the shock of cold water made me scream out ‘f**k!’. I came up for air, sputtering and pushing wet hair out of my face.

“Are you still alive?” he asked.

“Barely.” I swam toward him, splashing water in his direction. He laughed, and my chest tightened at how unfamiliar it felt to hear him like this. He reached for me, and I felt the strangest thrill run through me.

“See? Better than that ballroom,” he said.

I looked at him…really looked. He had water running down his cheek and his shirt was plastered against his chest. My hand was still on his shoulder, and I'd be damned if I moved it.

His hand slid from my arm to the small of my back, slowly enough for me to stop him if I wanted to, but I didn't.

“Luca…” I tried to say something, but I wasn't sure what, so I trailed off…

He leaned closer until his breath fanned my face. “So, tell me about college. Meet any fancy new guys?”

My eyes fell to his lip, and I bit mine. “A couple, but none of it worked out.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? Why not? Don't tell me you showed them your true character.” He was teasing me.

I shoved him, but not hard enough, and he caught my hands in his. Jesus… this man, with his salt and pepper hair and the way he looked at me was tempting.

I should not have, but suddenly, I pulled a little closer. My lips brushed his, tentatively at first, to see if he would pull away, but he didn't. His hands found my waist and he pulled me until I was smack dab against his hard chest.

The water was not helping. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging as if the world would vanish if I let go. Then he kissed me.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The way his tongue found mine, and the soft feel of his lips against mine, made my thighs ache. I wanted more.

We broke apart for breath, and I rested my forehead on his. “This is wrong,” I whispered.

“Maybe,” he said. His lips brushed mine again. “But it doesn’t feel wrong.”

My laugh was shaky. “You’re my father’s best friend.”

Luca kissed me again, silencing the thought, and the world narrowed to water and skin and just us. His shirt clung tightly to him, and my n*****s now hard, poked through my bra. I stopped fighting.

We pressed against the pool wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The water made everything feel better, and before I knew it, I was lost in him, and I didn't care if anyone saw us.

This was exactly what I imagined growing up and more.

His lips drove into mine again, this time more forcefully, and I let him. My thighs were locked around the circumference of his waist, and he held me pinned against the pool wall. The water was cold but my total point of contact with him burned.

“f**k, I’ve wanted this,” he muttered against my lips, grinding me against the hard length under his soaked pants.

I breathed sharply, my fingers digging in his shoulders. "Then take it," I breathed, shocking myself.

His hand glided in between me and him, beneath the water, shoving my panties to the side. Two fingers danced across my c**t and I bucked, moaning against his mouth. He stroked slowly, then quicker, until I was gasping, holding onto him like I'd sink.

"Pra'ghaeth, you're so wet," he panted. "Even in the pool I can feel it."

But he was already gone. "Luca…" I winced,

He pushed a finger in me, then another one, stretching me and making me yell. His thumb was still rotating my c**t and making me nuts. I pushed at him, wanting more.

“Please,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.

He pulled his hand just far enough away to lower his pants just below the water. His d**k was hot, hard, heavy in my hand as he pushed.

“You sure?” His voice was rough, almost breaking.

I bobbed anxiously."Yes. Don't keep me waiting."

That was enough for him. He drove into me in one smooth stroke, filling me so very deep I gasped, my nails scratching down the length of his back. The water bobbed around us as he began moving, slow and then quicker when I moaned the sound of his name again and again.

Every thrust hit the right spot, his chest pressed to mine, his hands gripping my ass to lift me higher against the wall. My c**t rubbed against him with every motion, and the mix of pressure and friction had me spiraling fast.

"f**k, you feel so good," he muttered, his mouth on my neck, suctioning hard enough he'd leave a mark.

I was too close. "Don't stop," I urged, my body gripping his d**k.

He pounded more forcefully, more rapidly, until I cracked apart, the o****m bursting through me. I yelped into his lips, contracting around him as he growled and ejaculated inside me and wrapped himself around me so tightly I didn't think we'd ever untwine.

We remained crouched together in the pool, gasping for breath, water churning around us. My body was shaking, but for the first time in years, I was alive.