Chapter 227: Swim (18+)
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I was pressed against the tiled wall, still shaking, my legs unsteady and my thighs slick from more than just the pool water, when Adrien’s rhythm stumbled for the first time.
His thrusts between my locked thighs became erratic...harder, more desperate and the low groan from his chest turned into something that sounded almost painful. His fingers dug into my hips like he was trying to anchor himself, and then he buried his face against the back of my neck, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts.
"God...Noah, Fuck—" My name sounded like it was being ripped from him. One last deep movement, his cock throbbing hot and thick between my legs, and then he came with a muffled curse against my skin, his hips jerking in short, helpless spasms.
I could feel every throb, every burst of warmth spilling over my inner thighs and mixing with the water that lapped gently around us. He held me there for what felt like forever, breathing hard, like he needed that contact to remember how to stay grounded.
When he finally pulled back, it was slow and reluctant, his hands sliding soothingly up my sides before he turned me to face him. His pupils were wide under the soft underwater lights, hair sticking to his forehead, and there was this dazed, almost goofy grin lighting up his face that made my stomach flip in a silly way.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse, thumb brushing a wet strand of hair off my cheek.
I managed a weak laugh that was closer to a wheeze. "I think I forgot how to stand."
He snorted, then wrapped an arm around my waist to help me push off the wall. We waded toward the shallow end together, the water growing lighter around our hips until we reached the steps.
Climbing out felt like waking from a fever dream, the cool night air hit my overheated skin, goosebumps sprang up instantly, and the strong chlorine smell hit me harder now that we were out of the warm water. My legs felt like jelly, and I had to grip the metal handrail like it was going to slip away.