Alex's heart pounded like a drum, echoing in his ears as he stood there, his breathing uneven. His mind was racing, replaying what had just happened. The warmth, the teasing touch, and the words that echoed in his mind—
"Tomorrow… 6 PM…"
"Shit…" Alex muttered, his throat dry and his body still tingling.
He glanced down. His cock was still out, twitching slightly, and slick with what was left of his release. The cool air brushing against him sent a shiver down his spine. He blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
Focus. Get it together.
With shaky hands, Alex carefully tucked himself back into his pants, feeling the damp fabric press against his sensitive skin. His jeans were still tight, the evidence of what had just happened sticking to him uncomfortably.
"Fuck… this is a mess…" he whispered, trying to steady his breathing.
His eyes darted toward the small hole in the wall, now just an empty void staring back at him. His mind was still trying to process what had happened—how easily he'd given in to his instincts.
Tomorrow… 6 PM.
Her voice lingered, playful and full of promise. The memory alone made his cock twitch again, and he cursed under his breath, forcing the thoughts away.
Get out of here. Now.
Alex quickly glanced around, making sure no one had seen him slip into the shack or linger near the pool. The last thing he needed was to draw attention. He carefully eased the door open, his movements quiet as he slipped out into the cool evening air.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the pool. The women he had been watching earlier were still there—lounging by the water, chatting, laughing, completely unaware of what had just happened.
Alex kept walking, his pace quick but his mind scattered. The stain on his pants was impossible to ignore—cum had soaked through the fabric, leaving a huge mess that stuck uncomfortably to his skin.
I need to clean up…
But then, something caught his eye.
Near the edge of the pool where the women were swimming, a fresh pair of pants had been carelessly tossed aside. They looked like they belonged to one of the guys lounging nearby, but… they were just sitting there.
Alex's eyes flickered toward the water.
The women.
They were laughing, splashing, completely unaware of him.
And Alex…
He couldn't help it.
His gaze lingered.
The way their wet swimsuits clung to their bodies…
Their curves…
The smoothness of their skin glistening under the sunlight…
Fuck…
Heat stirred in his gut again, but he pushed it down.
Not now…
His eyes lingered for a moment longer, soaking in the sight before snapping back to reality.
Focus.
The pants were right there.
I can't walk around like this.
His own pants were ruined, drenched in cum and impossible to hide.
Alex took one last glance at the pool before moving toward the abandoned clothes.
Just grab them and get out.
Quick.
Quiet.
Nobody would even notice.
Alex slipped into the new pair of pants, the cool fabric a relief against his skin. Finally, he could move without the sticky mess of cum making things worse. But as he turned to leave, his ears caught something.
Laughter.
A group of women near the pool, chatting and giggling.
Ignore it…
But then—
"—I swear, it was huge."
Alex froze.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity getting the better of him. He edged closer to the edge of the pool, keeping his head down but ears sharp.
"Come on, Mia," one of the girls teased. "You're making that up. No way."
"I'm not!" the woman—Mia—insisted, her voice hushed but excited. "I swear to God, it was bigger than anything I've ever seen. Way bigger than my boyfriend's. It was… insane."
Alex's blood ran cold.
Mia…?
Was that… her?
His heart pounded as he listened.
"Girl, you're talking like you just found some porn star in the middle of Midtown," one of her friends laughed.
Mia's voice lowered, but Alex still caught the next part.
"It was real," she murmured. "I… I didn't see his face, but… I felt it."
Alex's jaw clenched.
Shit…
"She's bluffing," another girl said, rolling her eyes. "You probably just imagined it."
Mia's tone changed.
"Then explain this."
Alex's stomach dropped.
No…
There was a brief silence.
"…Holy shit," one of the girls whispered.
"No way…"
"Is that—"
"Yup," Mia said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Took the pic before I left. Look at it."
Alex felt the blood drain from his face.
She took a picture…?
His mind raced.
Of what?
"Damn…" One of the girls let out a low whistle. "Girl… if that's real… how the hell did you even handle that?"
Mia giggled softly.
"I didn't," she said. "I was this close… but honestly? I was scared. If I'd taken that thing inside me…? It would've wrecked me."
"Bigger than Jake's?" one of her friends teased.
Mia snorted.
"Are you kidding? Jake couldn't even compare to that monster. This thing was on a whole different level."
Alex's heart pounded in his ears.
She… really took a picture.
His palms felt sweaty.
Fuck.
He needed to get out of here.
Now.
But his body refused to move.
Part of him wanted to stay.
I need to know what she took a picture of.
Mia's voice brought him back.
"Anyway… I told you guys I wasn't making it up," she said, a hint of pride in her tone. "I've never seen anything like that before."
"Okay, okay," one of Mia's friends laughed. "But seriously… how the hell do we meet this guy?"
"Yeah," another chimed in, leaning closer. "If he's packing that… I kinda wanna see for myself."
"You should've gotten his number," one of her friends teased.
Mia laughed softly.
"Trust me," she purred, licking her lips slowly. "If you felt what I did…" Her tongue traced over her bottom lip before she murmured, "…you'd be begging for a taste."
The girls blinked, their eyes glued to her lips.
"Wait…" one of them murmured. "You're saying…?"
Mia's smirk deepened.
"Mm-hmm." She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can still taste him."
A shiver ran through the group.
"Damn…" one of them muttered, her cheeks flushed. "For real?"
Mia's eyes sparkled as she leaned back, her expression dripping with satisfaction.
"Oh yeah…" she murmured, licking her lips again. "Thick… warm… and sooo much of it…"
Her friends stared, their expressions a mix of shock and jealousy.
"Holy shit…" one of them whispered, her gaze locked on Mia's mouth. "You're making me jealous."
"Me too…" another mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. "That's not fair, Mia…"
Mia's smirk grew wider.
"Well…" Her voice was playful now. "Maybe… you don't have to be jealous."
The girls blinked, exchanging glances.
"What do you mean?" one of them asked, her tone filled with curiosity.
Mia's eyes glinted with mischief.
"I asked him to meet me again," she murmured, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "Tomorrow. 6 PM. Same place."
"Tomorrow?!" one of them gasped.
Mia nodded, her expression smug.
"By the shack…" she whispered, her tone laced with excitement.
The girls looked at each other, their faces flushed with anticipation.
"Wait…" One of them leaned in closer, her voice hushed. "Can we… come with you?"
Mia's grin widened.
"Hmm…" She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "I don't know…"
"Come on, Mia!" one of them whined, her voice almost desperate. "You can't keep that all to yourself!"
"Yeah!" another chimed in, eyes pleading. "At least let us… you know… see him…"
Mia's lips curled wickedly as she licked her lips one more time.
"Well…" Her voice was low, teasing. "I suppose… if you're all really good…"
Her friends practically squealed, eyes shining with excitement.
"Holy shit…" one of them murmured. "This is actually happening…"
Mia's smirk was pure satisfaction.
"Tomorrow, 6 PM," she purred, her tone dripping with promise. "Be ready, girls…"
They didn't need to be told twice.
But Alex…
Alex's mind was spinning.
Tomorrow… 6 PM.
And now…
They all want me.
His heart pounded in his chest.