Chapter 12 BBQ
"Is this what I think it is?" Angel thought, her heart pounding as she spread her legs wider, wrapping them firmly around Jack's waist.
Her body pressed against his, every inch of contact sending shivers down her spine.
They were a tangled mess of limbs, their bodies intertwined in a way that left no room for modesty.
Julia's legs were at Angel's sides, just below her armpits, but none of that mattered—Angel had the most important position of all.
The one closest to Jack. The one feeling everything.
She prayed he wouldn't notice.
Jack, thankfully, seemed blissfully unaware, too caught up in his role as the leader of their game.
"Here we go, guys! Hold on tight! We're gonna be a human submarine tonight," he announced with a grin before beginning to move through the pool in slow, agonizing strokes.
Angel's breath hitched. Every subtle movement sent shockwaves through her body, his thick, hard cock pressing insistently against her most sensitive spot.
The thin layer of fabric between them did little to dull the sensation—if anything, it made it worse, teasing her with what lay just out of reach.
She could feel everything. His size, his shape, the way his length slid against her untouched slit, rubbing in a way that sent a rush of heat pooling deep in her cunt.