“Everything about you turns me on,” he corrects, taking my hand. “Come on.” We sprint toward the water, and I’m already shivering. “Don’t think about it. Just run in and duck down under the water. It’ll be a shock at first, but I know how to warm you up.” His tone is suggestive in the extreme.
The others are already in the water, laughing and messing around, splashing water at one another.
“Eyes on your girl, Ro,” Dillon snaps as we near the water’s edge. I’m not sure what skinny-dipping etiquette exists, or if there even is such a thing, but I’m not surprised Dillon is getting possessive. Frankly, I’m amazed he suggested this. He doesn’t like anyone looking at me, and he made his point about not sharing clear from the very start.
Gripping my hand harder, Dillon pulls me into the ocean. Shock blasts through me as a blanket of ice slams into my body, leaving no part immune to the chilly effects. I scream as if I’m being murdered, and the others all burst out laughing. Acting out of instinct, I try to wrench my hand from Dillon’s and retreat, but he’s having none of it. Throwing me over his shoulder, he wades through the cold water, whacking my ass as his arms band around my body before he dunks us under the water.
My organs go into instant shock, and I thrash about futilely. Every part of my body feels like I’ve been pelted with an ice gun. When we burst through the water’s surface, my teeth are chattering, and I’m too cold to even scream. “Wrap your legs and arms around me,” Dillon says, helping my frozen limbs to cooperate. He bobs us up and down as he treads through the water away from our friends. I’m facing them, and they’re all coupling off, kissing and sliding hands under the water.
“Is skinny-dipping in Ireland code for fucking?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Dillon chuckles, keeping me upright as he wades a little farther away. “Not that I’m aware of, but I’m down with that plan.”
“Don’t pretend like this wasn’t your entire motivation for suggesting skinny-dipping in the first place.”
He nips the underside of my jaw. “Is it a problem I want you so badly all the time?”
“Never.” I tighten my arms around his neck. “And it’s definitely mutual.”
He kisses me then, over and over, running one hand up and down my back, while holding me up with the other. I grind my pussy against his pubes, building friction as he lowers his mouth to my breasts and worships them. Gradually, I forget the cold water and the breeze wafting around our bodies.
“Hold on, and don’t scream unless you want to scream my name. That’s totally fine.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re crazy. You all are,” I add, watching the moving shapes of our friends in the near distance.
“Crazy about you,” he murmurs, claiming my lips as he slowly lowers me down a little more into the water, positioning me on his cock.
I forget about everything but him the instant he fills me. His piercing rubs along my inner walls, and when he presses against my cervix, I seriously see stars. Clamping my legs around his waist and suctioning my arms around his neck, I thrust up and down in sync with his movements, moaning and whimpering as he fucks me. Everything seems heightened tonight, and maybe it’s the water or…
“Oh my God. No condom!” I shriek, stalling my movement.
“You’re on the pill, and we’re both clean,” he grunts, continuing to rock into me. Veins throb in his neck and his arms with the exertion involved in holding me up and fucking me. “I’ll pull out before I come if it makes you feel better,” he offers.
“Okay.” I relax, pivoting my hips and resume fucking him.
Dillon pulls out a few minutes later, groaning as his cum shoots all over my upper stomach. I didn’t come, but I wasn’t expecting to out here in these Arctic conditions. Dillon cleans his cum off my skin, and I flinch at the coldness of the water now I don’t have his cock to distract me. He kisses me before hoisting me farther up his body. “Climb up, Hollywood, and drape your legs over my shoulders."
"What? No." The others aren’t that far from us now, and they’ll be able to see enough to figure out what’s going down. “You can finish me off back at the house.”
“Like fuck I can.” He shoves me up his body by my butt. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll eat your arse out in front of everyone.”
Well, that would be infinitely more embarrassing, so I climb up his body, eventually managing to slide my legs over his shoulders, gripping his forearms for dear life as he devours my pussy with his tongue. His arms hold me in place at my back, and I’m in awe of his strength and stamina. At least if he drops me, it won’t be life-threatening, not unless I actually freeze to death. As his expert tongue plunders my pussy, I forget all my concerns, riding his face with no shame and screaming his name as I come loudly.