⤬ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
⤬ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, swearing, shower sex, unprotected sex, LOTS of teasing
You were floating on your back in the middle of the pool that came with what was affectionately called “Traphouse 2.0.” The cool water gently supported you, feeling so wonderful after you’d been baking in the sun all day.
You’d been hanging out with Tara since nine that morning, and she’d insisted that you two spend some time in the sun together. You hadn’t necessarily been opposed to it, but after a few hours, the sun’s relentless beams started to get to you. Around one o’clock, you’d had enough of the dry heat and decided to jump into the pool. Tara joined you almost immediately, and Jake followed after her not much later.
It had been nice; Tara got to swim around with Jake while you got to relax and float around in peace and quiet. Yes, it had been... until, of course, someone conveniently decided to come along and ruin it.
You barely had a chance to react as someone placed their hands on your torso and pushed you down. You were lucky not to gasp in any water, but that didn’t stop it from filling your open mouth and making you choke a bit. You swam away from your attacker and pushed through the surface of the water, gasping for air and coughing harshly.
You didn’t even have to look to know it had been Colby. Even if he hadn’t been laughing hysterically, you’d have known it was him. Because Colby liked to push your buttons—and if it were up to him, he’d be undoing them, too.
After your coughing calmed down, you looked at him with rage in your eyes. You splashed water at him aggressively, yelling at him as you did.
“Damn it, Colby! You almost killed me, you fucking bastard!”
He flinched away from the water before turning back to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Aww, c’mon, [Y/N], I would never let you die!” He swam a little closer to you, but he knew not to get within pushing-distance of you. “I’d be only too happy to give you mouth to mouth.”
You rolled your eyes at him, swimming backwards and away. “You’re a fucking creep.”
“Am I? You don’t look creeped out to me,” he said, following your movements.
“Well, what do I look like to you, then?” you asked him, intending to make him feel dumb—only to realize your words could be twisted so easily. And, of course, they were.
“You,” he said, looking you up and down slowly, “look like you need a good fuck.”
You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. “You know what? Maybe I do. Just not from you.” Once again, you moved backwards. And once again, he followed, only maintaining the distance he originally created.
He feigned being offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “But, baby—why not?”
“I’m not your baby,” you snapped. “And I already told you. You’re a creep.”
“Whatever you say, baby,” he winked, this time moving closer to you before you backed away. “I’ll get you one day.”
Even when you did back away, he continued to follow you. You narrowed your eyes at him, clenching your jaw. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”
As soon as you got your words out, your back hit a wall of the pool. You gasped and tried to push away from it, but Colby had cornered you intentionally. He swam forward quickly, caging you in with his arms. His smirk grew wider and he leaned in closer to you.
He looked deep into your eyes, and when he spoke, his voice came out lower and huskier than before, speaking only for you to hear. “Who said it had to be on the bed?”
Despite your resolve to hate him, you felt a flutter of excitement in your lower abdomen. Those words spoken in that voice made you nearly dizzy, but you managed to keep your face passive. “Just get out of my way, creep.”
You pushed against his chest to get him away from you, feeling his muscles beneath your finger tips—which didn’t help the growing feeling of arousal in your tummy. Thankfully, he moved out of the way, and you swam to the steps before getting out and grabbing a towel.
You felt his eyes on you as you headed into the house, but you refused to look back at him. Your cheeks felt warm, though not just from the sun. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your core. You decided to take a shower to... relieve yourself.
You texted Tara that you’d be taking a shower upstairs and you gathered your clean clothes from your bag. At that moment, you had a pretty one-track mind—thinking about getting in the shower, getting off, and getting out. You were so focused on getting to the bathroom that you didn’t even notice you were being followed.
You stopped at the linen closet to grab a bath towel and nearly jumped out of your skin when you closed the door. Behind it was Colby, leaning nonchalantly against the wall with that stupid smirk.
“Why so jumpy, [Y/N]?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall and stalking over to you.
“You’d be jumpy too if you had to see that face,” you replied snarkily.
He chuckled softly, stopping to stand in front of you, leaving hardly any space between you. “Funny,” he said dryly. “You going to shower?”
“Yes, if you’ll excuse me—”
You moved to walk around him, but he caught you by the arm to hold you back. He looked at you knowingly, his tongue pressed against his cheek. “It’s interesting,” he said.
“It’s interesting,” he repeated, keeping his grip on your arm while he moved in front of you again. He then slowly walked you backwards until your back was against a wall—putting you in the same position he had in the pool. He continued, “you’re going to the only shower in the house with a detachable shower head.”
Your face dropped before you could hide your reaction, making his smirk spread wider, into a full grin. “Why don’t you let me help instead?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
You didn’t reply, but your breathing became heavier—the difference was slight, but noticeable. He leaned closer to you, bringing his face to yours.
“If you want me to stop, just say so. But if you don’t...” he trailed off, slowly closing the gap between you.
Your breathing became even heavier, your heart beating wildly in your chest, but you did not tell him to stop. His lips brushed against yours, making you gasp and lean into him—only for him to pull back.
You felt breathless now—confused and embarrassed, you looked at him with furrowed brows. “Wha-?”
“If you want me to help, you have to ask nicely,” he said, his face taunting you.
You spluttered in exasperation, feeling anger mix in with the arousal. You huffed—either at him or at yourself—before looking down at your fingers. You couldn’t believe you were about to say it, but... “I want you to help me.”
He wasn’t done having his fun. “With what, baby?”
You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. You glared at him, hating that he was revelling in humiliating you. “Help me get off.”
Satisfied with your answer, he smirked at you again. “Was that so hard?”
You glanced down at his swim trunks, noticing the bulge in them. “Not as hard as you are.”
He placed a finger under your chin and forced you to look into his eyes again. “Keep being smart with me and I’ll show you hard.”
You felt another wave of arousal hit you, your pussy throbbing with wanton need. You were about to lean in to kiss him just to relieve some tension, but before you could he started in the direction of the bathroom. Flustered, you followed him and locked the door behind you.
You put your clean clothes and your towel down, watching as Colby turned the water on. You could make out the muscles in his back as he moved, making you subconsciously pull your bottom lip between your teeth. As the water warmed up, he turned back to you and chuckled at your expression.
He walked up to you and brought his hand up to your cheek. All you could do was stare at him dumbly, hardly believing this was all real. His thumb pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth, gently tracing it before he tapped it against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to grant him access, and when he placed his thumb in your mouth, you sucked on it sensually.
He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, undoubtedly getting harder by the second. After a moment, he pulled his thumb from your mouth. He brought the saliva-coated finger to his own mouth, just barely tasting it—the sight alone made you moan softly. You tried to lean in for a kiss, but he stopped you and said, “Patience.”
He rested his hands on your shoulders, his fingers toying with the straps of your bikini top. “Can I take this off?”
You nodded, butterflies raging in your stomach. His hands then trailed behind you to where the bikini knotted together. The gentleness he possessed while undoing the knot made your skin tickle, making you shiver under his touch. He chuckled at your reaction, pulling the garment down your arms before letting it fall to the floor.
You gauged his reaction, insecurity making you worry. His face didn’t change, he just stared transfixed at your chest. Just when you felt the urge to cover your chest from him, a huge smile spread across his face and he tipped his head back.
“You’re so hot, I can’t even process it,” he said, shaking his head and laughing.
You started giggling along with him, relief flooding your system. When he looked at you again, he kept the amused smile on his face, though his eyes communicated something deeper than amusement. Desire, hunger.
He reached his hands out to either side of your bikini bottom, undoing the knots simultaneously by pulling on their strings. When they were undone, Colby held them up for a moment before letting them fall to the floor with your bikini top.
Steam had started to accumulate in the room, fogging up the mirrors. He trailed his fingers along your stomach, once again making you shiver from the ticklish sensation. He seemed to enjoy being able to make you quiver under his touch.
Feeling brave, you reached your hand out to undo the drawstring on his swimming trunks. You held eye contact with him, and while it was clear you were flustered and affected by him, he only seemed confident.
When the drawstring was undone, he dipped his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down, the garment pooling around his feet before he kicked it away. You could see why he looked so confident now.
You were tempted to reach out and touch his hardened cock—you wanted to stroke it, see if it was actually real. How he’d managed to hide it was something you’d be wondering for the rest of your life.
When your fingers reached for it, he stopped you again. A cocky smirk had replaced his amused smile, his eyes seeming to brag, ‘I know, right?’ He gestured to the shower with his head.
“The water’s hot,” he said, as if it weren’t abundantly clear by the steam.
He turned around and walked to the shower, sliding open its door. You followed suit, sliding the door shut behind you. While you expected him to finally relieve some of your sexual frustration, Colby seemed to have other plans.
He was already under the stream of water, washing his hair. He had his head tipped back, looking at you over the bridge of his nose. The ghost of a smile lingered on his face, a true testament to his mischievous spirit.
His hands worked at washing his scalp, the muscles in his arms prominent as he held them up. You thought you should feel ashamed, just standing there blatantly fucking him with your eyes, but you didn’t—you were enjoying the view immensely.
He rinsed the suds out of his hair, leaving it soaking wet and clean. He then swapped your spots, letting the water run over you and get your hair wet. He caught you off guard by getting a handful of shampoo and bringing it to your scalp—then working it in.
His fingers felt heavenly as they massaged the shampoo through your hair and all over your scalp. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and bask in how nice it felt. You took in a deep breath, letting it out with a soft hum. Out of appreciation for the gesture, you reached your hands out and found his body. You brought your fingers to his back and traced shapes into his skin, caressing him soothingly.
“That feels nice,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before.
You smiled at him. “So does that,” you replied, referring to him washing your hair.
He brought a hand to your chin, pushing up so you would tilt your head back. The water ran over your hair, and he worked to get all the soap out. Once you were sud-free, he pushed against the back of your head to tilt your head back down. He gently tucked your hair behind your ears, smoothing it out of your face.
You thought he might finally kiss you, but he removed his hands from your face and stepped back. You opened your eyes, feeling a lot more relaxed. He had grabbed two loofahs and loaded them up with soap, handing you one. Though, instead of washing his own body, he brought the loofah to yours.
You followed his lead, running the little pouf over his chest and making sure to scrub softly. He washed your shoulders before running the sponge over your breasts, using his free hand to spread the soap around—and taking the opportunity to massage them, as well.
The slightest touch from him had your core throbbing again. You tried to focus on washing him, too, running the loofah over his arms and shoulders before running it back down his torso, washing his stomach. He repeated your actions over your body.
“Can you get my back?” he asked.
He turned around so you could wash his back, your eyes admiring all of the dips and curves his muscles made. When you’d scrubbed the expanse of his back, he turned back around to face you.
When your back was to him, he pressed the loofah against your skin and gave it a squeeze—letting the soap run down the curve of your spine. His eyes trailed after it, watching it run over your ass, suppressing a moan at the image.
Once he finished working the sponge over your skin, you turned back around to face him. Not a second later, you were gasping as he twirled you around and placed a hand around your throat, your back—once again—against a wall. The cold tiles were a shock against your skin and you tried to jerk away from them, but Colby held you still.
“What is it with you and trapping me against walls?” you asked, managing to look annoyed at him despite the desire raging in your womb.
He looked deep in your eyes and said, “You don’t just play ‘hard-to-get,’ [Y/N]. You are hard to get—impossible, in fact. So, having you here”—he applied a bit more pressure to your throat—“so vulnerable beneath my fingertips, so desperate for my touch... it really does something to me. I like to make sure my prey is aware they’ve been caught.”
At this point, the ache in your lower abdomen had reached a peak that was impossible to come down from. The dominance and control he exuded left you speechless, staring at him with unbelieving eyes and parted lips.
That smirk returned, and by this point, it had taken on an entirely different meaning for you. It had always annoyed you, made you want to slap it off his face—but now, it just made the pulse in your pussy beat harder with desire. You rubbed your legs together a bit, needing some friction—earning a quick slap on your thigh. You gasped, both in surprise and in pleasure.
“You really need to learn a lesson or two about patience,” he said.
You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been teasing me this whole time! You’ve barely touched me! I wanted to come in here and cum quickly—oh, fuck—”
In the middle of your complaining, Colby’s middle and forefinger slid between your lower lips and found your clit immediately. He applied a bit of pressure and moved them in a circular motion over the hardened bud. Soft pants fell past your lips, sometimes accompanied by a quiet moan. Your hand reached out for his shoulder for support—you felt your knees going weak already.
He kept his other hand on your throat, mostly as a sign of power. He watched your face screw up in pleasure, your mouth permanently open as gasps and moans fell past your lips.
Without warning, he removed both his hands from you, making you snap open your eyes in confusion. Your confusion didn’t last long because his hands returned to your body—except, this time they were pressed against the sides of your thighs as he lifted you up, leaning you against the wall as he wrapped your legs around his waist.
Once he was sure you were securely supported, he reached between your bodies and lined himself up at your entrance. He teased you a bit more, running the head of his cock between your folds, the feeling like heaven.
Besides pushing you against walls and making you shiver, Colby seemed to like surprising you. Whether he liked the feeling of being in control or he liked watching you react, you couldn’t be sure. Regardless of the reason, he showed no signs of predictability.
He sheathed himself inside you fully, earning a strangled moan from you. Though, he cut the moan off by covering your lips with his, finally kissing you. You were instantly overwhelmed by how much he was giving you, effectively reducing you to an incoherent, moaning mess.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to move inside you, grinding his hips into yours at a steady pace. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, not even thinking to control your volume in case someone else might hear you. You couldn’t think at all, actually—your thoughts didn’t go beyond the man fucking himself into you.
You were pleasantly surprised by how vocal Colby was, though his moans weren’t nearly as loud as yours. After a few minutes, he rested his hands against the wall which, in turn, changed the angle he was driving into you at. Your legs were pushed up further, helping him hit deep inside you.
You cried out his name, arching your back and pushing your hips closer to his. He kept his strokes deep, straining not to bust his nut before you got yours. He managed to keep you at the same angle while he took one of his hands off the wall by using his knee to support you. The extra support gave you more control over your movements, allowing you to grind your hips over his to get more friction between you.
He brought the hand he’d freed down to your core, taking his thumb and using it to stimulate your clit. The pleasure he was giving you had you practically screaming, your voice sometimes getting cut off as the speed and force behind his thrusts increased.
The way you two were fucking was a show of pure desperation, a hedonistic coupling working towards the same goals: cum fast, and cum hard. Your moans melted into each other in the echo of the bathroom, the sound of skin slapping keeping the tempo of your erotic melody.
You felt a familiar warmth in your womb; a sort of tightening that you focused on to push you over the edge. The only warning you could offer him was the rapid repetition of his name, which he somehow understood. He applied even more pressure to your clit, pushing himself into you as deep as he could.
Your moans broke off for a moment before resuming, and they were possibly the most sinful, depraved noises you’d ever made. The way your pussy tightened around Colby’s dick made him unravel, his own orgasm hitting him hard. He leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.
You were still mewling in pleasure as you came down from your high, your hips slowly grinding against his as he shot his load into you. The two of you stayed still for a moment before Colby stood up fully and helped you back onto your feet. You were shaky and weak, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into him, giggling as you realized what had just happened.
His arms wrapped around your shoulders and kept you against him. With your head against his chest, you heard a little chuckle vibrate from within him. Your mind was cloudy in the afterglow, the hormones and endorphins making you more giddy and affectionate than usual.
The same could be said for Colby. “Why don’t we finish up in here and go lay down?”
You looked up at him, resting your chin against the center of his chest. “I told you an hour ago that I’d never let you take me to bed.”
“Yeah, well, you told me about ten minutes ago... actually, you didn’t really tell me something, because all you could say—or, really, scream—was my name, so...”
“Oh, shut up,” you said, though you couldn’t hold in a smile, and he couldn’t hold back from kissing you again.
