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Swimming Pools

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By TheWellReadMillenialPublished 3 years ago 19 min read
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Swimming Pools
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“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Your head is against his chest and you’re lying between his legs and he’s reclined in a poolside lounge chair with his arms around you. There are two empty bottles of wine on the ground beside you, oversized glasses on the side table. Both of you are looking up at the Montana night sky and he nods, kissing the top of your head.

“We could move out here,” he suggests, and you twist to look at him incredulously. “I mean, yes, it would make recording difficult…and touring. But it would be private…and relaxing.”

“Yes, but…none of our friends are here. And it wouldn’t be private or relaxing for long once your fans found out we were here,” you point out and he sighs.

“Fair enough. I guess we’ll just have to make the most of our vacation, and our alone time, then.” You ‘mmm’ your agreement, sitting up and turning so you’re kneeling between his legs. “Darlin, you’ve got that look in your eye that I love so much…what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that we have rented this gorgeous house with this amazing pool and Zack is off with Kala so we are totally alone and it is a beautiful night and I really just want to get in that pool with you.” You carefully stand up and step off of the chair, holding out your hand to him. He takes it and stands too, beaming at you and you study his face carefully before asking, “Bren, where’s your phone?”

He points to the side table by the lounge chair you’ve just vacated. “Right there, why?”

“Because I don’t want to buy you a new one.”

He looks confused. “Why would you need to buy me a new one?”

You grin and grab his hands as you launch yourself into the pool, dragging him with you. He yelps and you’re laughing as you come back up, pushing your hair back and out of your face. “Because I threw us in a pool.”

He’s laughing now too as he treads water. “Can I ask why you felt the need to throw us in a pool instead of stripping like normal people and then getting in?”

“Because,” you begin, swimming over to him, “we are not normal people. And because I want to undress you.”

“I’ll modify the question,” he grins, taking you in his arms. “Why did you feel the need to throw us in a pool when I would have happily let you undress me on dry ground?”

“Because,” you purr in his ear, “this way we’re all wet.”

“You make a compelling argument, m’dear. No further questions.” With that, his mouth is on yours and he’s backing you up against the pool wall, sliding a hand up the back of your shirt and holding you against him while the other stretches out on the pool deck, holding you both in place.

“I thought so,” you murmur against his lips, reaching down with both hands to grab his shirt on either side and lift. “Help me, baby.” You pout and he winks at you before slipping under the surface, raising his arms - effectively losing the shirt. He pops back up and kisses you again. “Thank you,” you whisper, pulling your own off.

“Hey!” Brendon protests, splashing you. “That was my job.” You giggle, and he goes for your shorts. “I refuse to be deprived of all the stripping fun.” He’s fumbling under the water with the button and zipper, pushing at the waistband. He kisses you, teasing your tongue with his.

You pull away slightly so your lips are just brushing over his. “You need help, don’t you.” He nods, mirroring your pout from earlier. “I gotchu baby.” You push your own shorts down, kicking your legs vigorously to get them all the way down before wrapping your legs around him tightly. “What do you say we get yours off together, Bren?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Teamwork is key.” He guides your hands to his belt buckle, kissing your neck.

“Mmmmmm, Brendon, that feels good.” You whisper, tugging his belt off and slipping the zipper down. “Up.” He obeys, lifting his hips slightly and you ease the shorts down. “That was honestly easier than I anticipated, given our initial difficulties.”

He laughs, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him before grabbing the edge of the pool deck. “I think we can both agree that getting naked from this point forward will be far easier.” He bites playfully at your bra strap, letting it slip off your shoulder.

You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his face in both of your hands, kissing him softly. “I’m sorry my plan got off to a rough start. It was a lot sexier in my head, I promise.”

He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I love you, your head, your sexy thoughts, and I’m just glad you brought me along for the rough ride.” He winks and grinds up into you, capturing your moan when he kisses you deeply. In response, you thread your hands through his hair, pressing down against him and lightly biting at his lip. He groans a little, slipping one hand down under the water to tease at your underwear. “Damn baby, you’re so wet for me.” He winks at you, his hand sliding into your panties and stroking you with two fingers.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, rocking against his hand. “I thought the pool water would fuck with, you know, the general wetness of things, but that feels really good.”

He looks thoughtful. “I’m pretty sure that’s only with actual sex. This should be fine, but tell me if it starts to hurt.” You nod and gasp again when he spreads you with his ring and index finger, letting his middle finger slip inside. “Is that a good gasp?” He mumbles against your neck, and you nod quickly.

“A very good gasp. We should set up a safe word so you don’t have to worry. It will be particularly useful here but I think we can use it all the time.” you suggest and he nods, biting your neck gently. “I think the safe word should be salamander.” He snorts into your neck and pulls back to stare at you.

“I’m sorry, what? You think the safe word should be what?” He can’t stop laughing and he’s holding you so tightly that you’re both shaking with laughter.

“Salamander.” You try to look serious. “I mean, it’s a good word! A great word, really. We aren’t likely to ever use it in the bedroom in any other context so there’s no chance of confusing one another.” He’s still laughing, shaking his head.

“What if we’re role-playing as scientists one day and you’re like, ‘oh god, I need your salamander in my cave right now!’ and I stop eating you out because you said the safe word but you just really wanted my dick?” He’s biting his lip, trying to stifle his laughter and appear concerned.

You’re the one staring at him now. “Do you honestly think that is a realistic scenario? Follow up question, is this you asking to role-play as scientists? Because if so, I promise I will come up with a far better euphemism than ‘salamander’ for our mutual friend.” You trail your hand down between your bodies to run your fingers over his erection.

He is clearly trying to mull it over in his head but is distracted by your hand. “Well I wasn’t serious at the time but now I’m considering the possibilities. You in a lab coat with nothing underneath, and…and…”

“All those graduated cylinders and scales, and oooooh that periodic table,” you tease, running your fingers up and down, giggling.

“Okay, yeah, I don’t know how it would play out beyond you naked under a lab coat because, honestly, I sort of stopped thinking past that mental image when your hand ended up on my dick.” He’s pressing you against the pool wall again, rubbing against your hand with purpose, kissing and sucking along your neck.

“You doing okay there?” You murmur, slipping your hand down inside and curling around him before licking a soft trail up his neck and capturing his earlobe in between your teeth, tugging lightly. He swears softly under his breath, rocking into your tightening grasp.

“I’m doing awesome, how are you?” He manages, before adding his index finger to the rhythm of his still-stroking middle finger inside of you. You whimper a little, rolling your hips down. “Yeah?” He whispers, his smile curving against your skin.

“Yeah,” you sigh, bringing his face up to yours and kissing him hard. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too.” He reinitiates the kiss, flicking his tongue over yours. You’re not sure how long it lasts (time seems to slow down when you’re with him; it’s like your mind knows to savor each moment) but suddenly he’s pulling away, his eyes bright. “Babe. Babe. It’s like my song!” He’s looking at you, obviously thrilled.

You give him a weird look. “Are your balls sweating…?”

He looks back at you, mirroring your weird look. “No…why?”

You are more confused than ever. “Because the only line that I can think of that is kinda relevant is,” you sing the line itself, “sweating balls under desert skies.”

He bursts out laughing, so hard that he loses his grip on the pool edge and your combined weight sends you both slipping under the water for a moment before you both break through the surface, sputtering. He’s still laughing, and you think he might be crying but it’s hard to tell. “What is so funny?” You demand, laughing only because he is laughing.

He locks eyes with you. “Sing that line one more time.” You look at him warily before doing as he asks. He breaks down again, laughing and gasping. “Oh my god. Babe. How long have we been together?”

“Two years…why?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god baby. I love you so much. That’s not the line.” You are visibly perplexed. “Oh my sweet girl, the line is, ‘swimming pools under desert skies,’ but I almost like yours better.” He is laughing again, back against the wall and arms stretched across the pool edge for safety, and you start to laugh as well.

“Oh my god I am so embarrassed!” You cling to him, burying your face in his chest. “Holy shit, of course you’re not saying ‘sweating balls,’ why the fuck would you? What the hell is wrong with me?” His laughter is subsiding and he strokes your wet hair.

“Oh baby. That just made my night.” He kisses the top of your head, wrapping an arm under your thighs and boosting you higher.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “That made your night?” Your hand moves back down and you grasp him firmly. “Getting a hand job in the pool didn’t? Fingering me in the pool didn’t?” You’re grinning, and your tone is light and teasing.

He kisses your forehead. “Those were both pretty wonderful, I will admit. But holy shit, nothing will beat hearing you sing ‘sweating balls under desert skies.’ I mean. I can’t think of anything. Oh baby, you’re nastier than you want to admit, aren’t you? Sweating balls, Jesus. Oh my god, I love you.” He can’t stop laughing but you know he doesn’t mean it in a mocking way.

You pout playfully. “Nothing? Nothing can top that? Because I gotta admit, if this is where the night peaks, that’s pretty embarrassing for me.” He nuzzles the spot under your ear that makes you melt.

“Well, I can think of a few things that might top it. But we’d need to get out of the pool and get naked.”

“Well then what the fuck are we still doing out here?” You demand, laughing and swimming for the stairs.

He takes off after you, catching you on the stairs and pulling you into his lap as he sits down. “Someone’s eager,” he mumbles in your ear, and you turn to straddle him, already rocking over him.

“For you, always.” You run your hands over his shoulders, smiling at him. “But we need to choose in or out. Half in the water is making me kind of cold.”

Brendon nods, standing and bringing you with him. You yelp, wrapping your legs around his waist and tightening your grasp on his shoulders. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry. I believe we decided on ‘out,’ did we not?” His breath is warm on your ear and you shiver, pressing against him. “And I believe it’s also my duty to warm you up.”

“Mmmmm yes please.” He sets you back on the lounge chair and you stretch out, moaning a little as your legs burn with the stretch and your toes curl. He watches you fondly, running a hand up your thigh.

“Damn, you are just so beautiful,” he says with a sigh, lying down next to you. You smile and snuggle in close. “And you’re all mine.” He brushes a hand down your stomach and teases the hem of your underwear. You turn on your side and hitch a leg over his hip, pleading softly. “Oh love, you know me too well. I can’t resist that little whimper and those eyes of yours.” With those words, he lifts himself over you, delves his fingers into you, and catches your lips in his.

Your back arches and you cry out, and he hesitates, his hand stilling, looking concerned. You lock eyes with him and lay your hand over his to get him moving again. “I didn’t say salamander. So don’t fucking stop.” You both laugh but yours is cut off by a soft moan. “Fuck Bren, feels so good. Please, just curl them back a lil, just - oh fuck, fuck, yes like that!”

“So hot that you know what you want. Fucking love it.” His fingers are still moving and you’re rocking under him, your eyes begging. “Gonna come for me baby? Gonna come on my fingers?” You nod, biting your lip, and he thrusts into you a little harder. “Good, I want to feel you come and then I want to lick my fingers clean so I can get a hint of that sweet pussy. Really tease myself, fuck, come for me, come for me!”

You’re gasping, pressing the back of your hand across your mouth as your thighs tremble and your back goes rigid as your first orgasm that he’s been building towards all night courses through you. “Oh fuck,” you whisper, and he smiles down at you, eyes hungry.

“You’re so sexy when you come for me,” Brendon murmurs, following through and sliding his fingers into his mouth. You moan softly, hips still slightly rocking, searching. He pulls his fingers out one at a time, each making a satisfying ‘pop’ as they pass his lips. “And you taste so good; I would eat you for every meal and never get bored.” You blush and roll onto your back and sit up slightly, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. “And you’re a mind reader too,” he praises, straddling you before leaning over and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, laving over it with his tongue.

“Shit…” you groan, pressing up into his mouth as his thumb rubs over the other. “I don’t want to sound needy…” your voice trails off as you rub a hand over his back.

“You’re never needy baby, tell me what you want.” Just this sight, him looking up from your chest, lower lip brushing against your nipple, eyelids heavy, is enough to send a rush of heat through you.

“Jesus, I really want your tongue on my clit while you fuck me with your fingers, I want your face in my pussy so I can ride that fucking tongue of yours when I come for you.” You clap a hand over your mouth; you don’t think you’ve ever said anything like that. He’s eying you appreciatively and you slide your hand up to cover your eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m blaming the wine.”

He circles your wrist with his index finger and thumb and gently pulls your hand down. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You’ve never been a prude by any means but I think we’re reaching new levels of raunchiness here. You might be approaching my level after all this time.” You blush. He leans over you again, kissing your neck. “Can I push you a little further babe?” You nod again, and he pulls back, grinning. “That’s what I hoped you’d say. I want you to put one hand on my shoulder and the other wherever feels right. My other shoulder, my hair, wherever.”

He waits and rubs his head up into your grasp once your hand is in his hair. “Now push me down until my mouth is exactly where you want it.” His voice is a little strained and you know how turned on he is, having you control him, even if he is coaching you through it. You do as you’re told, pushing down gently. “Harder, baby.” His eyes flick up to yours, tongue darting out over his bottom lip and you push harder, fingers curling into his shoulder and he moans, level now with your pussy. “Now tell me what you want. You’re doing so well, you’ve got me so hard right now, I fucking love you.”

You hesitate for a moment, and he nudges your heat through your underwear, his eyes sparkling up at you encouragingly. You figure if you’re going to try something new, you’re going to really commit to it and really work him. “Take my panties off with your mouth.” His eyes darken and he trails his hands up to your hips to hold you in place as his tongue moves back down, moving teasingly back and forth over the strip of fabric covering your pussy before expertly catching it in his teeth and tugging. You whimper, lifting your hips to assist. He’s making some progress but you can tell he’s holding back. “You can rip them.”

The words surprise both of you and he growls playfully before snapping his head back and tearing the delicate fabric. He lets it fall from his mouth and you’re both breathing hard. He waits, and you tighten your grip in his hair and push him closer. “Start with your tongue; I’ll tell you when to add fingers.”

He moans like you’re water in a desert and looks up at you. “So fucking good baby. Just keep telling me what to do.” With that, he spreads your thighs and starts pressing soft kisses to both, tongue slipping out as he moves inward, sliding his tongue along you gently. He takes your quiet moan as encouragement and switches to the other side, just stroking his tongue along and inside you. You rock your hips forward a little and press his face to you, and he takes the hint, covering you with his mouth, slowly letting his lips close, before opening again and letting his tongue flick out. You catch your breath; his mouth was fucking made for this. You’re moving under him more, and he looks up at you, open-mouthed, dragging the length of his tongue against you, before making it to the top and letting the tip of his tongue just barely brush over your clit before repeating the whole pattern: lips, tongue, mouth, everything.

“F-f-fingers,” you stammer, and he obliges, brushing over you with just his fingertips, tongue slipping in between them occasionally. “Fuck, more.” He smiles against you, and, using his shoulder to keep you spread for him, moves one hand up to rest gently over your pubic bone and push up gently. His tongue is soft and searching, and you inhale sharply when he rolls over your clit, now far more exposed. Both of your hands are in his hair now, and you’re trying hard not to hump his face. “Keep your tongue on my clit and get your fingers in me. I want two to start.” Your voice is ragged and he meets your eyes with a soft expression and you know he’s loving this. He carefully slides two fingers in, rubbing and flexing to stretch you and get you ready for more, while his tongue moves in small circles over your clit. “Yes,” you sigh, letting your head fall back against the lounge chair. “Just like that. Fuck, Bren, you’re amazing.”

Your hips are moving more now, really rocking against his tongue, and he takes the initiative to increase his intensity. His fingers are moving faster, and he adds a third when you moan for it. His tongue is no longer working in soft circles but instead firm little licks against your clit from side to side. You’re breathing hard, toes curling into the lounge chair, feeling yourself pushed closer and closer to the edge. You just need a little more.

“Oh god, Brendon, I’m right there. I need…fuck, I need…”

His tongue stills and he gazes up at you. “Tell me what you need baby.”

“Put your thumb on my clit and go back to the circles. I want your tongue in me when I come.” The words spill out of you and you cry out when you feel his lips and tongue pushing hard against you, tongue sliding in and curling up, mimicking his fingers from earlier. “Yes, fuck, yes!” You are almost wailing, and you’ve never been more glad to be out in the middle of nowhere. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you hiss and he makes an encouraging sound against you. Sometimes your orgasms rip through you with an arched back and tensed muscles and leave you short of breath from your high-pitched squeal, and others roll softly, causing your thighs to tremble and your cries are softer, more breathy, and gasping. This one is the latter, and you whimper softly, feeling your release, and you’re running your fingers through his hair as your hips stop moving.

He spreads you open more with his fingers so he can lap at you softly, tenderly, carefully avoiding your clit - “it’s too sensitive, but your tongue feels amazing everywhere else,” you once told him early in your relationship and he’s always remembered - but still gathering up your taste and moaning into you softly. “God, you taste amazing. Like a lemon bar.” You prop yourself up on one arm to look at him inquiringly. He’s compared you to a lot of things; all flattering, but this is a new one. He sees the look and goes to explain, running his fingers along you to lick idly as he talks. “Tangy and sweet all in one. Like a perfectly balanced lemon bar with the filling and powdered sugar and a buttery crust, oh my god, baby, I fucking love it,” and he’s back down between your legs, licking and moaning again.

“I can’t tell if you’re horny or hungry,” you quip, playing with his hair as he nuzzles you. He grins and rocks back and away from your pussy regretfully, arching his back and standing up.

“Both, almost always. Now let’s get you inside so I can get you into a hot bath and we can keep playing.” You make a small satisfied sound and raise your arms, and he lifts you up, locking his hands under your thighs while your fingers curl over his shoulders. “I hope you don’t have anything else on your calendar, because I have some plans for you.”

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