“What the fuck was that?” he snapped as I continued to pant.
“You could have killed her, you hijo de puta,” Mateo spat from behind me.
“I’m teaching her the way my father taught me, el burro. It’s a perfectly good method,” Niall growled then grabbed my waist and launched me back into the pool. “Kick this time, love!” he cried just before I went under and started sinking like a stone.
I kicked my legs, placing my hands against my sides in case they were hindering me and trying to use a dolphin technique to get back to the surface. I could do this. I had flippers and fins and a blowhole. I just had to be one with the blowhole. Ohm.
My toes hit the bottom of the pool and I continued to thrust my hips and kick my feet, my chin doing a jerky thing as it tried to lead the way back up, but I didn’t seem to be going anywhere at all.
Mateo appeared again, shirtless and diving down towards me like a Greek god in one of those yummy yoghurt adverts on TV. He scooped me up under one arm whilst powering back towards the surface like his toes had built in rockets. We breached the surface and the rope went taut as Niall tried to haul me from Mateo’s arms, but my Dead Man wouldn’t let go this time.
“Enough,” Mateo barked, grabbing the rope at my waist and untying the knot.
The rope went slack in the water and Niall’s eyes flashed with fury. He picked up a sun lounger, launching it over his head and sending it crashing into the side of the house.
“You’re going to fucking kill her,” Mateo snapped. “Stop acting like a two-year-old in a tantrum.”
Niall’s face soured as he watched us. “Fine,” he said lightly like he didn’t care anymore. “Let’s see what the great donkey can do with her.” He moved to another sun lounger, throwing himself down on it and staring up at the rain, focusing on the sky instead of me.
“Place your hands on my shoulders, mi sol,” Mateo encouraged.
I did as he said, looking to him for more instruction as he wrapped his big hands around my waist to keep me above water. He looked good wet. Like an oiled-up G. I. Joe, ready to slide into a tight hole.
“Legs out behind you and start kicking,” Mateo instructed and I did as he said, holding onto him tight.
I adjusted my kicks at his prompts until I felt like I could really move forward if Mateo wasn’t blocking me. He started swimming backwards until his feet hit the shallow end of the pool then he walked wherever I pushed him with my kickers. I was on the move, my inner fish freed. Laughter kept bubbling from my throat and Mateo smiled at me darkly like he enjoyed that sound.
“Niall – look! Look at me!” I called, glancing over my shoulder, but he was still stubbornly staring at the sky.
“Don’t worry about him, chica loca.” Mateo drew me to my feet in front of him, pushing a lock of wet hair behind my ear. “Focus on me. If you do good, I’ll give you a reward.”
My heart raced as I nodded hopefully. “What’s my reward? Is it candy? A pony? Oh my god, is it a little paper man called Clyde?”
“No, mi sol.” He shifted forward, his fingers sliding between my legs and rubbing against my clit, making a moan roll up into my throat.
He pressed a finger to his lips in warning and I nodded, swallowing the noise back down like a sugar lump, my heart beating rampantly. His fingers moved in a teasing motion and I kept my hands against his shoulders for support as he played with me.
“Good girl,” he said gruffly then flipped me around by my hips and nudged me forward. “Now you need to learn the arm motions. Stay in the shallow water and copy me.” He dropped into the water while my head still spun in circles from his touch and my clit throbbed with the need for more attention.
His powerful arms cut easily through the pool in large circles and I watched him carefully as I prepared to copy him. I’d once mimicked a mailman for a whole hour, going house to house behind him, planting my hands on my hips when he did and echoing back to him the insults he hurled at me. I’d have been a pro at if he hadn’t called the cops on me, so I could definitely copy Mateo with perfect accuracy.
I let myself sink down into the pool and did what my Dead Man was doing, my arms wheeling around and sending water splashing everywhere. Mateo kept calling out orders until I made improvements and when he taught me how to combine the arm wheelies with the leg kickies, I really started going places. Not faraway places, but still. I was really moving through the water instead of sinking like a goat with its hooves bound.
“Look, Niall!” I shouted, desperate to get him to see as I swam back and forth between Mateo’s chest and the edge of the pool.
Mateo increased the distance each time, stepping backwards so I had to work harder to get to him.
“Niall!” I glanced over at him where he lay still on the lounger, not looking my way and in my moment of distraction, I forgot how to put all the movements together and sank underwater.
Mateo scooped me up in the next second, moving me against the wall and standing in front of me so his back was to Niall. His fingers slipped easily between my thighs, pushing the material of my bodysuit aside and driving inside me with a firm thrust. I lurched forward, biting into his pec to stop myself from crying out as his fingers worked to a heady rhythm, making my hips buck and grind as I ached for more. He raked his thumb over my clit through the material still covering it and I licked his skin, hungry for more as I let his body devour away the sound of my moans.
“You don’t understand what you do to me, chica loca,” Mateo growled in my ear, his words for me alone as I gasped at the feeling of his fingers working me over and playing me like a fiddle destined to jump right over the moon. “The hunger you raise within me.”
“I make you hungry, Dead Man?” I whispered, biting down on a moan which tried to follow my words and his gaze dropped to my mouth, making me wonder if he might finally kiss me and I’d get to feel the pressure of his tongue against mine and taste the sin on his lips at last.
“You make the demon in me hungry too,” he replied, his muscles tensing like he was trying to fight that demon even while he drove his fingers in and out of me, and I wondered if I should have been hoping he could beat it or encouraging to let the little beastie inside him come out to play. It had to be sad all locked up and denied inside him after all.
“And that’s…bad?” I breathed, a whimper in my tone as my pussy gripped his fingers tight and I felt that impending bliss approaching.
“Endlessly bad, mi sol. I fight it with all I have every time I’m close to you,” he said in a low warning and the darkness in his eyes made a delicious tremor of fear tingle down my spine, forcing me even closer to the release I could feel building as my fingernails bit into his flesh and I fought the needy moans which were rattling around inside my lungs, desperate to break free.
Mateo edged me towards a high I was aching for, but before he let me have it, he pulled his fingers free of my pussy and smirked down at me instead as he adjusted the bodysuit back into place.
He shifted forward so the hard ridge of his cock ground into my stomach and my eyes dipped to the crucifix burned into his chest, a complete paradox to this man who was so full of sin, no divine being in the world could save him.