ENZO DE-LUCA
I saw her when she walked right in but thankfully, my back was to her so she had no idea that I could see almost all of her movement through my peripheral vision.
The sound of her first moan drove me crazy with need and just when I thought it was about to end, the moans grew louder and even more intense.
I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what was going on, I felt her lustful gaze on me when she walked in and I took a quick break from the water.
She had gotten so scared that she hid when I pretended like I was going to turn around and meet her gaze. My cock stiffened and throbbed, it was taking all that I had in me to not go over to where she thinks she’s hiding and watch her fuck myself.
Jealousy crept up inside me, taking my entire being and squeezing it so hard that for a moment I imagined breaking off all of her fingers just so nothing but my fingers, tongue and cock makes its way inside her.
Her moans grew louder, making me groan as I buried my head under water to keep from hearing the sound that makes me want to go mad and all animalistic on her but it didn’t work.
“Stop. Fucking stop.” I pleaded as desperately as I could except my voice couldn’t be heard. I’d completely ignored her when she walked in and before that, I’d totally dismissed her.
My cock grew even harder, extending in inches and making it excruciatingly hard for me to even think of getting out of the water because I know really well that getting out of the pool would mean barging right into where she was masturbating.
I can’t do that to her. I can’t possibly go there now.
WHY COULDN’T SHE HAVE DONE THIS IN HER OWN ROOM! WHY THE FUCK IS SHE HERE?!
“Why are you doing this, Maeve Hawthorn?” At this point, I’m beyond convinced that she was doing it intentionally, this is her own way to punish me.
She probably knows I still feel bad for dismissing her the way I did that day and I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to have my way with her again, especially now that she’s getting me harder than a fucking metamorphic rock!
I want her to have free will, to be able to say No to me but then again, despite my intention to stay away from her until I’m visibly suffering, I could feel my control slipping away by the minute.
It’s slipping even faster now due to the sound of Maeve’s moan and the thought of how her face looks as she fucks herself so intently that she doesn’t care whether I catch her in the act anymore.
This is fucking TORTURE!
I didn’t think she was going to come here directly after her outing with her best friend, I expected her to be tired and go to her room straight away but she’s here, knowing fully well that I go crazy whenever I set my eyes on her.
She looks extremely beautiful today too despite the fact that her clothing was decent, I couldn’t help but imagine myself tearing the clothes off her body, pulling her into the pool and fucking her until she’s come atleast three times.
FUCKKKKKKKK.
Having her legs wrapped around my waist with her hands hanging onto the stairs for support while my cock rammed into her and the natatorium filled up with her slutty, needy moans.
I desperately want to-
The loud splashing of water forced me right out of my reverie and for a moment I was confused, wondering what could have gotten into the pool and had such an impact.
MAEVE!
Hurriedly and without thinking, the first thing that came to my mind was getting her out of the water.
Can she even swim?
“ARE YOU INSANE?!” I screamed out of character, diving in and rushing to pull her out of the water.
She doesn’t seem like she knows how to swim, why then did she jump in? To make me come to her? Why does she dare me so much?
Holding her close, I could hear her heart pounding as her breath brushed my bare chest and my throat bobbed. I was holding her too close and it was lethal, it was killing me.
I wanted to kiss her, to hang onto her with every single thread of life that I had in me but at the same time I knew that doing that would mean trapping her with me.
My glance slid rapidly to her wet top that the water had made transparent and that was how I knew that she wasn’t wearing any bra.
Why would she jump in a pool without a bra? What, is she trying to kill me with those damn dangerous weapons?!
“What the hell’s wrong with you?!” I managed to let a few words out, “what were you thinking diving in a pool fully clothed?” I asked and she swallowed hard, lifted her chin and boldly met my gaze.
The boldness took me aback and at the same time made my throbbing cock harden even more because a defiant look wasn’t what I expected to see in her eyes.
“Why do you care?” She snarled, tossing her hair across her shoulders in a gesture of defiance, “you shouldn’t care that much about the woman you fucked and tossed aside like she was a whore.” She added and I felt something crack within me.
“Oh.” Was all I could manage as I tried to get away from her but I was so engrossed, so captured and ultimately defeated by her beauty that I couldn’t even move my legs.
I thought only women get weak in the knees but I was wrong. I was weak in my knees and I couldn’t even do as little as look away from her. I wanted to keep holding her, to kiss her, to fuck her mercilessly and have her scream my name.
“Get out of the pool or you’re going to catch a cold.” I said, still not making an attempt to get away from her, if anything, I clung onto her even more.
“You’re telling me to leave but you’re not letting me go, you’re still holding on to me, are you sure you really want me to go?” She deadpanned and I swallowed.
Her words hit me harder than I thought it would and I felt my throat parching as I swallowed, I didn’t want to let her go, I didn’t want her to be away from me, I really don’t but I have to.
With the last ounce of strength that I had in me, I tore my hands away from her, licking my lower lips and running my fingers through my wet hair as I took a step back.
She looked sad, broken, her eyes were conveying a million things at the same time but not once did she let out a single sound.
I hate this. Why am I built like this? Why do I keep pushing her away? What the fuck am I so afraid of?!
People trying to hurt her? I knew about that before laying my feelings bare at her feet.
The fact that she was going to break my heart? That’ll be tough considering I have no heart to break.
“What are you so afraid of? Why do you want to get rid of me so badly?” She screamed, putting my thoughts to a halt, as if reading my mind.
“Because-” I sighed, getting closer to her and staring into her large brown eyes, what was I going to say?
“Christ! This is just sick! We don’t mix, we can’t work, you shouldn’t even be here!” I retorted in a groan.
“Really? You think I don’t know that?!” She yelled back, “I was living a fairly good life before you came along, kidnapped me and burdened me with my father’s debt!” She snarled.
“Maeve-”
“I WOULDN’T BE HERE IF YOU HADN’T FORCED ME!” She went on, “YOU DISRUPTED MY LIFE, YOU DON’T GET TO ACT LIKE I RUINED YOURS!”
“Maeve-”
“You show me all these feelings and then poof! They’re all gone, you become this sweet person that I stupidly fall in love with and just like that, YOU CHANGE!”
“You think this is easy for me? You think letting you fuck me while I act like you’re not the only man in the world that I would allow to lay a finger on me is easy?”
“Maeve-”
“YOU THINK PUTTING UP AN ACT IS AS EASY FOR ME AS IT IS FOR YOU?!”
“MAEVE!” I bellowed, the sound of my voice resonating through the natatorium. She finally stopped and looked into my eyes, shuddering at whatever she saw in them.
“W- What?” She stuttered, fumbling her words. Terror, clear and obvious in her voice with fear stark and vivid in her eyes.
“No man in this world can ever touch you except me,” I affirmed, “the same way there’s no woman in this world that can have me the same way you do.” I finished.
Silence settled between us as a cold air blew in and her lips parted but she said nothing, only stared into my eyes the same way she always does that drives me insane.
“You know what? I’m leaving, I don’t know what I was thinking, I shouldn’t even be here.” She muttered, turning around to leave the pool but my palm clamped down on her wrist, pulling her back.
“Why are you doing this?” She questioned as if she didn’t already know why.
BECAUSE I’M STUPIDLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!
“Because…. I want you here,” I responded, “I want you to be here with me the same way I want to be here with you, on you, in you. I want my impact deeply embedded into your soul.”
If that’s not one hell of a confession then I don’t know what is.