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John B wasn’t sure how it all started.
Maybe it was with a passing glance as he skimmed the surface of the water or when your bare glowed beneath the sun as he tried to fix one of the broken pool jets. It was hard to know and it didn’t help that he was a little too emotionally clogged for his own good sometimes. He supposed it didn’t really matter in the long run because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Especially now.
As he wandered through the gate that led into your backyard, his gaze found you relaxing on a pool float with sunglasses. If your hands weren’t gently gliding back and forth through the cool water, he probably would’ve thought you were asleep.
“Hope you put sunscreen on,” he said, placing his hands on his hips. “Remember last time?”
Even from the edge of the pool, he could still clearly make out the smirk that spread over your lips. Apparently your instance with potential sun poisoning only a week prior didn’t rattle you.
One of your hands emerged from the water to take off your sunglasses. Your eyes drifted over his figure, and then you asked, “What are you gonna do if I didn’t? Tell my dad?”
John B snorted. After working for your father for nearly the entire summer, it became clear that he, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about anything you did. Your father thought you to be an angel and trusted you fully, which was probably his biggest mistake.
“You coming in, Routledge?” you asked. “Or are you gonna be a loser like last time?”
John B scoffed at the smirk on your face, “I just came to get my check from your dad.”
“Bummer,” you sighed quietly. “I was hoping for some Vitamin D, but sure, whatever, go hang with my dad instead. It’s cool.”
You smiled when he whispered a few curses under his breath. His eyes darted between you and your house, shuffling awkwardly, until he finally kicked off his shoes.
“You’re gonna get me fired, ya know that?” he groaned, rolling his eyes when you only shrugged in response. “And don’t even get me started on those stupid dick jokes.”
“Oh, please,” you chuckled, watching as he trailed around the edge of the pool, “I know you wore those swim trunks on purpose.”
John B grinned, but didn’t comment, which only proved how right your assumption was. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his sun-kissed skin. Running a hand through his messy hair, he began to descend the steps that led into your family’s inground pool.
You waited patiently as he waded through the water, smiling when he finally came to a stop next to your pool float. One of his arms came up to rest over your hips, and then he whispered, “Hi.”
“Hey,” you replied, smile widening in an instant.
John B chuckled, slowly pulling you off the pool float, which immediately began to drift away in the breeze. He held you in his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling as he bit his lower lip.
Your arms moved to rest on his shoulders. His palms ran over your exposed skin and you could feel him becoming hard in his swim trunks. Gently, you tugged at the ever-present bandana around his neck, and asked, “Do you ever take this off?”
He raised his eyebrows, “You ever take that swimsuit off?”
Your eyes fell to his lips, which were drawing closer by the second, and muttered, “Depends on who’s asking me to. Are you asking, John B?”
He let out a deep groan, glancing over your shoulder in the direction of your house. His fingers toyed with the strings of your swimsuit as he thought about the potential repercussions of being caught.
He hadn’t been with you sexually in almost two weeks and he was starving for your touch. And despite agreeing that your situation wouldn’t have any strings attached, his feelings for you were slowly growing out of his control.
So, when you lightly gripped his hair and brought his attention back to you, all those thoughts disappeared and his bodily desires won out.
“Yeah,” he breathed, “I am.”
Your eyes trailed over his features as you whispered, “Then help me take it off. Show me how much you want it, you filthy pogue.”
He licked his lips, rolled his eyes at your joking smile, and gently tugged at the back of your swimsuit. The strings quickly unraveled and the feeling of John B’s hands sent shivers along your spine.
His lips pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder as he pushed aside the straps of your swimsuit. He pulled away enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts.
With a pleasured sigh, you pulled him into a kiss, slowly grinding your hips in repeated motions. John B’s eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his cock becoming harder and harder by the second.
A hand palmed at one of your breasts. You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to touch them so soon. Usually he held off, winding you up until you were practically begging him to fuck you. Today, however, he seemed incapable of holding back.
Now that his lips were free of your kiss, he leaned down, still supporting your back with his available hand. You moaned when his tongue suddenly ran over your nipple, only for it to be drawn into his mouth moments later.
The hand that had been exploring your breasts made its way beneath the water’s surface, sinking into your bottoms. Your mouth fell open when John B began massaging your clit without warning, “Oh, shit!”
He pulled his mouth away from your skin, kissing his way over to your other breast with a smirk, “Feel good, kook?”
“So good—! Ah!”
He took you by surprise when his teeth dug into the skin of your chest. No matter how many times you had sex with John B, you always forgot he was a biter.
He pulled away with a huff, coming to connect your lips with his once more, murmuring, “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Daddy might hear.”
“Don’t care,” you whined, hiding your face against his shoulder and digging your fingers into his messy hair.
“Oh, really?” he chuckled. “What would he say if he found out you’re fucking a dirty pogue like me, huh? Not many kooks can take a cock from the Cut, ya know?”
You didn’t get a chance to respond. Two of his fingers pushed into you and, quite honestly, John B couldn’t tell if more of the wetness between your thighs came from you or the water. He continued to thumb at your clit, rolling his hips so you could feel his swollen cock beneath his swim trunks.
“He doesn’t care if you’re a pogue,” you muttered, knowing it was the truth, as you pulled him into another kiss and intertwined your fingers in his hair. “Please, John B, I need you.”
He grinned against you, biting at your lower lip, “Yeah?”
You nodded, “Yes.”
John B couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, picking up pace when you moaned against him. The sounds emitting from your body only made his smile widen.
“Gotta be quiet, okay?” he whispered. “Can’t be loud this time, baby, no matter how much I wanna hear you.”
His fingers left you, though you weren’t left empty for long. His hand dipped beneath the water. He pulled down his swim trunks enough to pull out his hard cock before pressing into your center.
You gasped at the intrusion, but John B gave you no time to adjust, thrusting into you with his own groans of pleasure. His hands helped move you along his length while your fingers threaded through his brown hair.
Water rippled around the two of you. You panted against John B’s bare skin, resting your cheek against his as he repeatedly pulled you onto his cock.
His teeth sunk into you again. He quickly soothed the spot with a kiss, however, after feeling you wince against him. His lips trailed over your skin until they met your own in a kiss, which didn’t last long since his pounding thrust were steadily increasing.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Are you close? Tell me you’re close!”
You nodded, guiding his hand below the water, “Touch me.”
John B followed your command, fingers moving to their former position against your clit. His fondling on the bundle of nerves sent shivers down your spine. He grinned against your lips when you whined and began to beg for a release of tension.
The tight cord within you snapped. John B couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of you cumming around him. He wasn’t far behind, releasing into you and painting your insides with his cum.
Before either of you could catch a breath, a voice called out your name. John B pulled you closer and sunk deeper into the water, shielding your exposed breasts from the unexpected visitor.
Your father stood on the deck of your house, too far to notice what was happening. He squinted against the bright sun, attempting to shade his eyes with one of his hands.
“John B? That you?” he asked. “What are you doing in the pool?”
You leapt in with a faux explanation, raising your voice so he could hear you across the yard, “He was just trying to teach me how to float better. I wasn’t doing it right, so I asked him for some help.”
Your father didn’t question the idea, despite the fact that floating was usually one of the first things people learned about swimming. He only shrugged, taking your answer for what it was, before he pointed at John B, “Come inside and get your money when you’re done, alright?”
Due to the distance between the pool and the deck, your father thankfully wasn’t able to spot the smirk that spread across John B’s lips as he replied, “Oh, trust me, sir! I’ll come inside every time!”
Your fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders when he suddenly thrusted into you again, which forced a quiet, surprised gasp out of your throat. It seemed, however, that your father didn’t notice.
Instead, he laughed, probably thinking John B just wanted to see the more luxurious side of the island every now and then. If he only knew what John B truly meant as his swollen cock slowly began moving inside you once again, still hard and ready for more.
As your father began to go back into the house, he offered a parting wave, “You’re always welcome at our place, John B!”
Once his back was turned and the door had been shut, you hit John B’s shoulder with a glare. He, however, only grinned back at you, refusing to let you escape his hold.
His hips were beginning to pick up speed. He bit his lip at the sight of you trying to stubbornly hold back your pleasured moans. His grip on you tightened and, with a rough thrust, he practically knocked the wind of you.
You fell against him, moaning and whining as his skin slapped against yours beneath the water, “John B—!”
He quietly shushed you, pressing soothing kisses against your skin. They contrasted his pounding hips in the perfect way.
“Don’t run away, babygirl. We’ve still got plenty of rounds to go,” he grunted. “Pool water’s gonna turn white with my cum by the time I’m done with you.”