Pitbabe S2, Chapter 8 pg9

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 8 pg9

   “Mmm…” Our bodies pressed so close there was barely room for water or even air to slip through. I grabbed at Charlie’s wet hair to channel the electrifying feeling he was giving me, hugging tightly, hands wandering aimlessly. Before I knew it, my back was pressed against the pool’s edge. “You’re… a good kisser.”

   “Thanks,” Charlie said with a proud smile. He took off his glasses and set them by the poolside, probably because they were getting in the way. Little did he know, that bare face, free of lenses, with wet hair falling over his forehead, made me want to devour him whole. “Why are you making that face?”

   “What kind?”

   “The kind where it feels like you’re going to devour me.”

   “Oh, if it’s like that, then yeah.”

   Just a few teasing words felt like they dragged on too long. I pulled Charlie in for another kiss, this one hotter and deeper than the last. Maybe it’s because we haven’t had exciting sex in a while. Most of the time, it’s just on the bed before sleep because I pestered Charlie, or in the morning before he heads to work. Overall, it feels like sex out of obligation—like, well, we’re boyfriends, so we should have sex, right? —rather than passion. But this time, it’s different.

   It’s thrilling.

   It’s fiery, like the first times.

   “Mmm… wait,” Charlie broke the kiss just as things were heating up, exactly like he did last night.

   “Charlie, if you tell me to stop again this time, I swear we’re done for real.”

   “No, no,” Charlie laughed, his eyes darting left and right as if worried someone might see us (which is impossible—those two are glued to their movie and probably asleep before it even ends). He leaned in and whispered, “But… is it okay to do it here? Won’t Phii Alan mind?”

   “You’re acting like we’ve never done it here before.”

   “Yeah, but back then, Phii Alan didn’t know.”

   “What, you gonna tell him? ‘Yo, Phii Alan, last night Babe and I did it in your pool’?”

   “Babe, you’re really something else.”

   Charlie shook his head like he was exasperated, but I took it as a compliment.

   “Something else? I’m the best. Who can compete?” I accepted the praise proudly, sealing it with a sweet kiss from my kind-hearted boyfriend who seemed to have transformed into a naughty one.

   Charlie moved with surprising speed and skill. While his mouth devoured me with kisses like he wanted to swallow me whole, my shorts somehow ended up on the pool’s edge. The space underwater became a free-for-all battlefield, no defenses left. Both of us touched each other relentlessly, neither giving an inch. The pool water, without sunlight, should’ve been freezing, but for the two of us, it was so hot it could’ve been a boiling pot.

   “Charlie,” I whispered in his ear as he prepared to do more than just caress my body’s surface.

   “Yeah?”

   “It’s been a while since you called me ‘Phii.”

   “Mhm,” Charlie hummed, his face calm as if nothing was happening, not at all like the perverted kid invading my body. “And?”

   “Not gonna call me that?”

   “No way,” he refused easily, as if he didn’t care about my request at all, just nuzzling his face into my chest like a kid in his mom’s arms. “I told you, I’m not calling you ‘Phii’ anymore.”

   “Why not? You used to.”

   “I just don’t want to anymore,” Charlie replied, then playfully nipped at the skin on my chest. “You’re not my big brother, so why should I call you that?”

   “Because I’m older.”

   “What’s with the seniority trip now? Look at yourself first.”

   “I just want you to call me that sometimes,” I said. When asking nicely didn’t work, I had to pull out some tricks. I leaned my face against Charlie’s broad shoulder, softening my voice to a whine and planting a few kisses along his neck. That was enough to make his breathing falter. “Call me Phii Babe, all cute-like.”

   “Just calling you that isn’t hard,” he said. His strong arms lifted my left leg, hooking it around his waist as he started moving his hips slowly. A rush of pleasure flooded my body, emptying my mind in seconds. “Phii Babe…”

   “Mmm…”

   “There, I said it,” his low voice whispered in my ear, his hot breath coming in heavy bursts like he was working out hard—which, I guess, he kind of was. “Happy now?”

   “Just once?”

   “Phii Babe.”

   “Ah…”

   “Phii Babe, there.”

   Charlie is such a good boy. He might argue at first, but if I ask, he never refuses. His voice, hoarse and whispering repeatedly in my ear, kept pace with his movements below the water, never faltering. My back scraped against the pool’s edge with his rhythm, but I didn’t feel any pain. It might be a huge abrasion tomorrow, but that’s future me’s problem. Right now, I didn’t care about anything else.

   “Do you like it, Phii Babe?” Knowing I loved it, Charlie kept sweet-talking, and it worked better than I could’ve imagined. My body felt like it was burning, not standing in a freezing pool. “Miss the old days?”

   “I like it…”

   “Looks like I haven’t been spoiling you enough lately. Look at that face,” he said. Even his laughter stirred me like some potent drug. I felt like a tiny doll clinging to this muscular guy. When did Charlie get so big that he made me feel delicate and cherished? It’s not like I’m that fragile, right? “Is it really that good?”

   “I like it… Charlie… I like it…”

   “You like me?”

   “Mmm…”

   “Answer nicely, okay?”

   There it is again.

   He’s using that tone again.

   “Speak sweetly.”

   “I like… okay.”

   “Hm?” Seeing me falter only made Charlie tease me harder. His movements were so intense that the water rippled around us, our bodies brushing against each other. Even with clothes between us, it didn’t matter—they were soaked and clinging to our skin, practically fusing us together. “Why so weak now? You were louder when you were yelling at me.”

   “Charlie…”

   I was completely out of it, only able to cling to Charlie. My body trembled, my throat was dry, and my legs, planted at the bottom of the pool, felt like they were giving out. If Charlie weren’t holding me, I’d probably have collapsed and sunk to the bottom by now.

   “Be cute for me, Phii Babe.”

   “Just wait… you’re gonna get it.”

   Charlie burst into laughter. He didn’t seem fazed by my threat at all—in fact, he got even more energetic. This kid had so much strength that I could barely hold back my own voice. Luckily, Charlie had some mercy left and kissed me to keep me quiet. I wasn’t worried about disturbing the homeowners—they wouldn’t hear us anyway. But hearing my own voice like this? Way too embarrassing.

   “I love you,” Charlie whispered in my ear, over and over.

   “I love you… Phii Babe.”

   Sweet words, but his actions were the complete opposite.

   Looks like this kid has no intention of ever letting me go. And that’s fine by me, because if I had to let him go, I’d curse myself for the rest of my life for letting something this good slip through my fingers so easily.

   “Keep talking all you want… just don’t you dare stop.”

  

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