Worth it.
Steele gently moved us through the warm water, and I snuggled into his chest, resting my chin on his shoulder as he glided. His fingers were tight on my skin, though, and I knew he had something on his mind.
"Alright, spill," I ordered when we got to the deepest part of the pool. It meant we both needed to tread water to stay afloat, but there was something crazy intimate about being there together. The whole room was dead silent, so even while talking quietly, our voices echoed.
"Spill what?" he replied, swimming around me like a sexy shark.
I smiled at his attempt at coy. "You've got something on your mind, so spill. No one else is around to hear us... What's going on, Max Steele?"
"What makes you think there's something to tell, Madison Kate Danvers?" he countered, sweeping his arms around me from behind and kissing my wet neck.
I tipped my head to the side, offering him better access and letting my own buoyancy hold me up in the water for the most part. Benefits of having big boobs, right there.
"Because," I replied in a soft murmur. "I can just tell. I know you."
"Mmm," he murmured against my neck, then captured my earlobe between his teeth. Such a simple act shouldn't have been so insanely hot, but it sent electric ripples right through me. "Maybe it's not something to tell you," he whispered, an edge of wickedness in his voice. "Maybe it's something to show."
My brows shot up. What could he need to show me?
His hands glided over my body under the water, cupping my breasts teasingly. "This bikini should be banned, Hellcat."
I let him change the subject, tilting my body to press into his hands more. "Oh yeah? What should I wear instead, then?"
His lips were back on my neck, and a second later I felt the unmistakable tug of my bikini top being untied. With his teeth. Now, if that wasn't a talent...
"Nothing," he replied, tossing my top out of the pool with a splat, then quickly loosening the bottoms to join it. I wasn't exactly complaining. That was exactly what I'd had in mind when he’d suggested swimming in the first place.
My breath hissed between my teeth as his hands drifted all over my naked body, teasing me with light caresses under the warm water while his lips and teeth paid homage to my neck in the most delicious way.
"Max..." I groaned his name as his fingertips stroked at my inner thigh but didn't go where I really badly wanted them to go. "We're on the clock, remember?"
He made a frustrated sound, nipping at my neck but moving his hand to where I wanted it. His long, pianist fingers explored my slick pussy with a confidence that left me moaning in his grip. My head rested on his shoulder as I made a grand total of zero effort to keep us afloat.
Spoiler alert, that's a surefire way to drown your lover.
Both of us went under, popped back up coughing and spluttering a second later, then silently agreed to move farther down the pool to where we could reach the bottom.
"So, you're doing a very good job of distracting me, Max Steele, but I haven't forgotten you need to show me something." With my toes back on the smooth tile of the pool bottom, I felt confident snaking my arms around his neck once more. My nipples were hard despite the warmth of the water, and Steele banded his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his chest.
He grinned, pecking little kisses against my lips. "I'm not distracting you, Hellcat."
"Mm-hmm," I replied, kissing him properly and toying with that tongue stud. Fuck, I loved that thing. Or rather, I loved what he did with it. There was a lot to be said for boys with piercings, that was for sure.
I gasped, a thought popping into my head. He needed to show me something?
"You know, you're a bit overdressed for this party," I murmured, dropping my hands down to the waistband of his swim shorts.
He smiled against my kisses. "Oh, you think so?"
"Yup," I replied, kissing along the line of his jaw and down his neck. These boys had too much fun marking me up with their kisses and bites. I needed to even the score somewhat.
Meanwhile, I peeled his shorts open and pushed them down his legs. I had a sneaking suspicion that—
"Max!" I exclaimed when my hand wrapped around his hard cock. Or, I should say, wrapped around his hard, pierced cock.
He grinned wide. "I told you I had something to show you, Hellcat."
I gaped at him, my mouth open and my eyes locked on his while my hand explored what he'd had done. "Nope, this won't work," I muttered, and his smile slipped. "I need a better look. Hop up on the edge." I nodded to the side of the pool, and his smile returned.
"Hellcat, I'm not a piece of meat for you to ogle," he chastised me in a mocking voice but hoisted himself up on the edge as directed, nonetheless.
Now that we were in the shallow end, I could easily stand in front of him with his newly pierced dick right in front of my face. Ho-ly shit. It was a work of art. Steele leaned back on his hands, his erection standing up proudly as I studied it from just a few inches away.
"When did you do this?" I asked, running my fingertip slowly over the series of barbell piercings running the length of his cock, from above his balls to just under his tip. Eight. There were eight of them, each with a small silver ball on each end of the bar.
His cock moved under my touch, but it only made me more intrigued. It had to have hurt so much.
"The day after you left," he replied, his voice quiet. "I'd had the appointment booked for ages, but for something smaller and less painful. Then, well, everything happened. I wanted to punish myself, I guess."
My brows shot up. "So you got your dick pierced eight times? Steele, this must have been excruciating." I wrapped my hand around him, testing how it felt to stroke his length with all that metal.
He groaned.
"I've had worse pain before," he confessed. "Besides, I knew this would be worth it, if you ever forgave me." His gaze was pure evil, but he made no moves to stop my inspection. He just stayed there, leaning back on his hands with his dick in my hands.
There were worse places to be, I supposed.
"So, is it..." Words escaped me as I tried to ask the question on my mind. "How long do you..."
He smiled, understanding. "Hellcat, if you're asking whether I can fuck you right now, the answer is yes. It only needed four to six weeks to heal."
I licked my lips, pleased as all shit, and he let out a pained sound.
"Beautiful, you're killing me. Can you finish looking later and let me fuck you now? It feels like it's been forever..." The pouty face he gave me would have put a spaniel puppy to shame.
"No way," I laughed. "Suck it up, Max Steele. I intend to get well acquainted with this... what's this called, anyway?"
"Jacob's ladder," he informed me, and I nodded. Seemed appropriate; the bars climbed his erect dick like the rungs of a ladder.
"Right. So just be patient. If the boys come home, they can go kick the shit out of each other in the gym and leave us be." I dragged my tongue around the silken head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum as he sucked in a harsh breath.
He let out another small groan as I dragged my tongue down the underside of his shaft, inspecting each and every one of those ladder rungs. "More likely they'll want to join in. But I don't want to share you tonight, Hellcat. I want you all to myself."