Before I finish my sentence, he has pushed my bikini bottoms aside and slipped a finger deep into my sex.
“Seriously?” I hissed. “Here?”
My body betrays me and parts my legs to give him more access.
The sound of him massaging my clit echoes around the cubicle and no doubt lands on the ears of anyone close by. My heart thuds. Will they know what’s happening?
When did I become such a voyeurist?
“If we don’t do it, I’m gonna have to walk out of here with a raging erection.” He snarls way too loudly. “This bikini has me all hot and bothered.”
“Keep your voice down,” I reply, half giggling, half reprimanding him. “There are people in the other cubicles.”
“Probably wishing they were doing this.” He grinds his erection up against me, and the pulsing heat in my core grows.
Tugging my bikini bottom out of the way, he enters me from behind, hard and deep.
“Danny.” I gasp at the sharpness.
He loses control and really gives it to me. His heat sears my cold skin, intensifying his thickness.
I clench tighter than ever and bite down on my lip, trying to stay quiet.
I don’t know if it was the coldness, the bikini, or the fact that anyone could hear us, but in less than a minute, I hear his laboured breathing behind me and know he’s so close, he’s not going to hold it.
“Damn, Charlie.” He lets out a shaky laugh. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get it back out.” “Your problem.” I breathe heavily, grinding into his rhythm. “You put it in. You get it out.”
***
We’ve spent the past two sitting in the car with the heater on drinking hot chocolate to warm up.
I’m not sure if it was triggered by the shock of the cold water or the sex afterwards, but I’ve entered a state of delirium where I have the giggles over anything and everything.
“So this is how Danny the Destroyer, tech tycoon, spends a Sunday.” I muse blowing on my hot chocolate. “When he’s not playing with his meat grinders, of course.”
“Meat-shredding claws.” he corrects, sliding his hands through my hair. “I’m not an abattoir.” “You have no clue what those things do, boy.” I roll my eyes. “You made that shit up.” “I know exactly how to grind my meat, thank you very much.” He grins.
“I’ve had an enjoyable afternoon,” he says with a lazy sexy smile on his lips. “Swimming with you has been… entertaining.”
A snort escapes me. “Dangerous, I nearly died at the hands of those… sharks.”
“Pretty dangerous.” He nods deadpan. “I almost lost my dick to a viper vagina.”
“You used to love swimming. Remember Tristan, and I used to take you swimming when you were a kid?”
“Vaguely.” I screw up my face trying to remember. “I was about 7, right?”
“And I was 20,” he chokes.
I arch an eyebrow in his direction. “The age difference doesn’t matter now. I’m a grown woman if you haven’t noticed.”
“You make it impossible for me to forget.”
My stomach rumbles loudly and reminds us of the fact that the day is creeping into the late afternoon.
“I suppose I better… drive you home.” He murmurs quietly, looking at the car clock. “I have some work to look over this evening as well.” “Sure.” I shrug, feigning indifference.
My night of fun is finally over.
A silence sweeps over us, and I can hear his brain clogs whirling.
He clears his throat.
“Unless you want to come back to mine this evening so that I can show you my meat shredding claw in operation?”
I hide a smirk. “That sounds like something I need to see.”
Danny
There is an intimacy I’m feeling that shouldn’t be there and is giving me warning bells.
Why did I invite her back tonight again? It was supposed to end this morning when I had fucked her out of my system.
Why am I playing boyfriend with her?
What the fuck am I doing?
I watch her as her long legs stretch out on the sofa, her head resting against my chest.
She’s back in that oversized sweater of mine that she belongs in and sprawled out like she owns the damn place. Her thick hair is spread out all over my chest and bicep.
She’s wearing my boxers while she washes her underwear which surprisingly is a massive fucking turn on, knowing her little cunt is rubbing against my fabric.
She has no idea how devastatingly attractive she is. I often wondered if she would be a different person if she realised. She does it effortlessly, minimal make-up, messy hair, frailed jeans. This is what sets her apart, her tomboy nature, not giving a fuck.
That bikini today, I’ve never seen anything so sexual and sensational despite the fact she was thrashing about the pond like a mad bitch.
We’ve had sex again after the outdoor changing rooms. I feel fucking spent, sucked dry,
There’s been a film playing for two hours, but neither of us are paying attention. We’ve been laughing, cuddling, and finding any opportunity to touch each other. I’m rubbing her damn feet, for christ’s sake.
She’s the only thing I can focus on when she’s in the room. This is why I need her to take voluntary redundancy before I plummet the company into negative equity. I’ve been shirking my responsibilities. It took all my willpower to force my eyes from her long enough to print and sign the form for Tristan. I was supposed to write my speech this evening for the annual security tech event in Canary Wharf. I guess I’m winging it again.
Something has changed in the space of 24 hours. This time yesterday, we were acting awkward and ignoring each other at dinner. Now? I’m staring at her like a love-sick teenager.
The film credits roll, and she sits up. “I need to watch that again.” She smirks. “Your amazing foot massage distracted me.”
“Who knew I was a man of many talents?” I roll my eyes. “Cook. Lifeguard. Now masseuse, all in one day.”
“Human dildo.” She adds with a half-grin, rubbing her foot along my crotch.