I’m in the hot tub with the hottest jerk in town. And by the look on his face, it’s pretty clear he’s waiting for one of my nipples to slip out of my bra. In all seriousness, he’s actually staring at them very intently. Whenever he realizes I’ve caught him, he stretches his arms and leans back against the water jet.

“I’m up here,” I say.

“Sorry,” he smiles. “It’s hard not to look every now and then.”

Normally, this is the kind of response that makes me mad. Tonight, however, I’m in an adventurous mood. I swim closer to him, until we’re close enough to touch.

The night is silent, except for our movements against the water and the light breathing that catches the ear. The snow is sitting at the edges of the concrete.

“It’s freezing tonight,” I say.

I feel his hand firmly grab my waist. He pulls my body forward. Our chests are touching. I can feel my heart pound against my sternum.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he says.

And then I feel his cock touch the side of my thigh. I look down and smile. He moves forward to kiss him.

“Why is it so hard? Hmm?” I ask him, with a slight bite to the lip.

I push against him, feeling the hard outline underneath the water. I turn warmer and wetter than this whole Jacuzzi.

“Because I want you,” he says. “But I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle me.”

I gulp down, but my mouth is dry. I lightly clear my throat and ask, “You want me?” He nods. “What do you do when you want things?”

“I take them,” he says.

He pulls me even closer, until I’m forced to sit on his lap. My legs are spread around his waist. His hand moves firmly to my ass. Our lips meet once more, and I’m quickly doing everything I told myself I wouldn’t do.

I can feel his hard, thick cock, rising between my legs. And if we weren’t in this Jacuzzi right now, he’d know just how wet I am. All it takes is putting his hand on my crotch to know that I’m on board. I’m ready to disobey myself and my promises to stay away from this man.

He’s a bastard, an asshole, and a jerk. But right now, he’s everything I’ve been waiting for and more. When he bites my lip, I pull back and feel a shiver go down my spine.

“How far do you go?” I want to ask him. Because before now, I thought he was just an average guy. I expected him to be “vanilla” in the sack. Yet, the way he kisses and touches begs to differ.

He slowly takes off my top and glances down, amidst all the silence, bubbles, and the heavy breathing. He pushes my back against the wall. He cups my breasts tenderly. He looks back up and kisses me again, much harder than before.

I look down and gulp again when he takes off his underwear. He’s… fuck. He’s huge.

“Go ahead,” he smiles. “You can touch it if you want to.”

I lower my hand in the water and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He looks me straight in the eyes, placing his forehead against mine.

“Keep going, baby,” he whispers.

God, I hate that he’s so hot. He’s making it harder and harder for me not to see him again after this.

His tongue slides onto mine. I taste the alcohol in his mouth. I feel the lustful passion in every dry thrust. I pull back and take a breath.

“This is crazy,” I manage to say. I smile and put my other hand on his cock. I begin stroking him faster.

“I like crazy,” he moans. He removes my panties and slides two fingers inside of me. I close my eyes and moan lightly. “I’ve been waiting for you to come around,” he says.

I smile. “You just had to convince me,” I whisper.

He kisses me again, lifting me out of the hot tub. “Bend over for me,” he says, grabbing my ass and kissing my back.

“What if someone sees?” I ask him, though I’m ready to do just about anything right now.

“Let them watch,” he says, smiling like a deviant.

I look around the pool area. There’s no one in sight, but I want to make sure we don’t get caught. My eyes meet the connected structure of the inside spa area. No one will find us in there.

“Come on,” I whisper. “Follow me.”

I take his hand and we run over to the spa. He types in the code and the door magically opens. It’s our lucky night. As soon as we stumble inside the sauna, I’m sitting on the last ledge, legs spread and waiting.

“Come here.” I beckon him forward with my index finger.

He bends down and kisses my navel. I shake from feeling ticklish. As soon as he starts going down further, I catch my breath and close my eyes. Holy shit, I haven’t been eaten out in years. Judging by his kissing skills, I imagine he’s good at what he does.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, making his way to my thighs.

He kisses every edge of every limb and sighs loudly, like he can’t contain his excitement.

“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you,” he grunts.

“I don’t even know your name,” I whisper.

“What’s it matter?” he smiles. “What’s in a name, anyway?”

His lips kiss the edges of my pelvis, right next to my pussy. He’s teasing me. His tongue inches over to my lips until, finally, he connects with me.

He pulls back on each lip and then slowly licks over my clit. “Oh my god,” I whisper.

It feels better than I thought. All this time, I’ve been satisfied with my vibrator. Sure, it’s done it’s magic, but this feels right. So right.

He snakes his tongue against my hole, as if I’m a piece of rare fruit he took great lengths to find. He slides in two fingers and curls them upward. He presses every button, moving in and out. He eats me and licks me. He moves from side to side. Every trick he has, he pulls out. Finally, I am squirming and holding onto his hair.

I’m grinding my pussy against his tongue. I’m moving up and down and using him to please myself. He’s enjoying every second of it. This is what a man should be like in bed. It’s to his benefit, because now I’m going to give him the best sex of his entire life.

“I’m going to fucking cum, holy shit,” I whisper.

Eyes closed, I can feel the wood behind my back and I wonder just how hot we can get this room going without pressing the “steam” button.

Everything moves at a fast pace. His tongue slides against me until my whole body feels like it’s about to explode or break like a computer that has too much on its workload. My whole body starts vibrating so fast that I have to let go of him.

I just keep drifting further and further into a land of unimaginable pleasures. With his legs prying me open, I just fucking lose it. My body is shaking uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop. He just keeps going.

“Fuck me,” I manage to say, as I come back down to earth.

He lifts his head and grins, placing his body in between my legs. “How bad do you want it?” he asks.

He’s so fucking hard that it slightly makes me nervous, but I’m wet enough for it to work. All I want for Christmas is for this sexy firefighter to pound the cum out of me. I want to feel as his hands grips my body. I want to taste his hunger.

He’s in between my legs. He puts his hand on my chest, right above my tits. It slowly moves up to my neck. I nod and show a little teeth. I grab his hands and push them around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze. That’s not the point. The point is that if I make one false move, he has the power to do whatever he wants.

“Finally,” he says. “You’re mine.”

He slides his cock inside of me, while spreading my lips apart. We both moan so loudly that I’m sure someone outside could hear us if they wanted to. I’m not worried. How could I feel anything but desire right now? This jerk somehow holds the keys to making me feel such incredible things. It’s going to be hard not asking for seconds.

When he slips his tongue inside my mouth, I feel the warmth of him against mine. Every so often, I look down and see his massive cock moving inside of me, as deep as my body allows him to. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His perfect muscles hold me. I’m holding onto his hand, growing wetter every second.

What are we doing? We don’t even know each other. He’s just some jerk I ran into. I shouldn’t be doing this. But, I have no cards on the table. There are no men that I’ve been waiting for. This is something I have to fall into.

Truth is, I think I’ve been waiting for him ever since I saw what he did to that woman. He has a powerful confidence. And even though it upset me at the time, I can’t deny that I desire powerful men.

He picks me up in his arms. Now, it’s his turn to sit down against the wooden ledge. “Sit on my lap, darling,” he says.

He makes my blood boil. This is bad. This is just so fucking bad. He grabs my waist and looks smug as hell. He cups my breasts, taking in every sensory trigger. I sit on his giant cock and feel every inch slowly pour into my body. He tilts his head back and groans loudly with gratification.

Grinding my hips down feels incredible. I slam my ass down, making him squirm.

“I’m going to fucking cum, baby,” he moans. “Keep moving your ass just like that.”

I gyrate against him, so that he’s deep inside of me. He can’t escape now. I want to feel him when he blows. His feet start tapping against the floor. Every muscle in his body grows hard.

His eyes start moving erratically. Then, when he lets out a sharp moan of pleasure, he pulls out and shoots his warm cum into the air. I lean back and fall onto his body.

He grabs me and pulls me close. He kisses me, unable to care about the mess we’ve made. Afterward, we’ll take a shower and laugh about it. Right now, I’m enjoying this, oddly enough. Sandra is going to flip her shit when she hears about everything.

“So,” he laughs. “What’s your name?”

“Olivia.” I kiss him back, playfully.

“Olivia?” he tenses up and his smile fades.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him. “What’s your name?”

“Cole,” he says.

Oh, fuck. Oh, no.

“Cole?” I whisper.

He simply nods. We both know exactly what’s going on here.

I just had sex with my high school boyfriend. I just gave myself over to the man who left me broken.