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One.
The hot summer sun beats down and Ashe sighs contentedly, closing her eyes.
Two.
Summer’s her favourite season. The intense heat, the monsoonal storms, spending every waking moment in nothing but a pair of underwear and a tank top, or a bikini by the poolside, or as naked as the day she was born.
Three.
She tilts her head upwards like a flower reaching for the sun, relishing the feeling of the sun baking into her skin. Combined with the pool water gently lapping at her waist, it’s a transcendent combination of hot and cold.
Four.
Drawing in a deep breath, her hands skim the water’s surface. It’s blessedly silent and still, she almost feels like she’s the only person alive on this planet.
Five—
Cass shoots out of the water drawing in a heaving breath. Water splashes her chest, her face, and she opens her eyes, flashing him a grin.
“Five whole fucking seconds,” she says, reaching for him. She drapes her arms over his shoulders and wraps her legs around his waist. "That's a little underwhelming Cass, if I’m being honest.”
Cass deflates, and she cannot help but bark a laugh. “Did it feel good at least?” he asks.
Ashe tries with all her might to keep a straight face but with each passing moment, as the frown between his brows grows deeper and his eyes narrow, she feels her lips pull into a twisted smile.
“Didn’t feel a thing.”
Cass scoffs. “You try eating pussy underwater then.”
“I would if I had one to eat,” she murmurs. She unwraps her legs from his waist, and the second her feet touch the bottom of the pool she turns them, gently pushes him to the edge of the pool. “Hold my beer. I’ll show you what underwater oral feels like.”
With a quick peck on his lips, she draws in a deep breath and submerges herself underwater. Her hands skirt down his waist, his thighs, she wraps her right hand around his erection and pulls herself closer to him, swiping his cockhead along her lips before parting them, just enough to get him in her mouth. She intakes a bit of water with it but it’s easy enough to ignore as she bobs up and down.
She counts the seconds with every sweep, not that she needs to. She’s trained herself to hold her breath for minutes at a time; one of the many boredom-staving activities she practised as a kid.
Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his dick, she cups his balls with the other, rolls them in the palm of her hand. Cass’s hand settles on the top of her head and she all but preens. He’s enjoying the fuck out of this.
It just spurs her on and she takes him faster, deeper. His hand scrunches in her hair, his hips buck minutely; he’s got to be sitting on the edge. As much as she’d like to draw this out—and she can, she’s only been going a minute by her count and has at least another two minutes before desperation for air begins to set in—finishing him as quick as she can manage with nothing but her mouth is another goal she’s working towards.
Her current record is one minute and fifty seconds. She could break that right now.
As she rolls his balls in the palm of her hand, she presses his perineum with three fingers. His whole body lurches and she moves with him; his grip on her hair thankfully keeps her in place as come fills her mouth.
He lets go of her and she launches herself upwards, drawing in a deep breath through her nose as she breaks the water’s surface. She scrubs a hand over her face, rubs the water away from her eyes and opens them.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, dragging a hand through his hair.
She smiles sweetly at him—as best as she can manage at least with a mouthful of come and pool water—then parts her lips, letting it dribble down the corners of her mouth, her chin, and into the pool below.
“Christ,” Cass hisses as his eyes drop to the pool. His load floats on the surface between them, and before she looks back up at him, she’s pulled in close and into a searing kiss. She lets herself be consumed by him as his tongue eager sweeps along her lips and into her mouth. She meets him, holding onto him tight.
He breaks off the kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead to hers as he cradles her face. “How’d I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“Must’ve been a saint in your previous life,” she replies.
Cass snorts. “Now I’m on the other end of the spectrum.” He pulls away from her, presses his lips to her forehead before looking down at her with a soft little smile on his lips. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“Love you too,” she breathes, and gives him a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Drawing her knees up, she plants her feet on either side of him and pushes herself backwards. She floats on the water’s surface, buck naked, staring up at the cloudless brilliant blue sky. She shivers, goosebumps roll down her skin; while the sun is still warm, it’s late afternoon and the pool is feeling less than appealing right now.
But she’s been waiting for this moment all day—she can now lie under the sun without needing to hide under the umbrella or dousing herself in sunblock.
She orients herself upright, fully submerges underwater, and wipes her face with a hand, then her torso, between her legs, places where his come might have settled on her skin. When she feels clean she reaches for the edge of the pool, lifts herself out of it and grabs her towel from the banana lounge, drying herself down and savouring the heat radiating off it.
Dropping the towel back down on the banana lounge, she tugs it taut and lies on it. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes. Everything is eerily still once more, and with it, she relaxes. Crashing her parents' place—her former home—while they're out of town and trashing it in new and different ways with Cass by her side is quickly becoming her favourite thing.
It only takes a moment before she hears the sound of gentle water sloshing and she can’t help the smile that teases her lips. She teasingly draws up her legs—she keeps them shut though, she is a lady after all—and doesn’t do or say anything more.
“You look like a goddamn snack lying like that,” Cass murmurs. “Already got a chubby for you.”
“Keep it in your pants,” she says with a little chuckle, keeping her eyes closed.
“Can’t. Ain’t wearing any.”
He lifts himself out of the pool, she hears the sound of water dripping against the brick paving stones and she cracks an eye. He’s got more than a semi—he’s at full fucking mast. She meets his gaze and he winks, he takes himself around the base and windmills his dick.
She snorts a laugh. “My God.”
“God don't exist,” he says, pulling his hand away. His cock twitches deliciously, and her breath hitches in her throat. He says, all the time, that he’s lucky to have met her, but fuck, what did she do to catch him? Where would she be if not for him, grounding her, holding her close, keeping her safe?
She drinks him in, gazing at his perfect body, his big fucking cock, and her cunt tingles. Exhaling long and slow, she opens her legs, uses two fingers to spread herself for him.
Cass's gaze is drawn to her, his lips part, he practically drools. But the fucker doesn’t move.
“The fuck you waiting for?”
Cass smirks at her, levelling the slyest thing she’s ever seen on his lips. Then he winks. “Yeet!” he shouts, crouching down, throwing himself backwards, and backflipping into the pool.
Water splashes her, gets her completely and utterly soaked like she just stepped out of it. She barks a laugh, then remembers the fireworks he insisted on bringing and—yep, the two closest to the pool copped it.
Cass appears from the water, grinning wildly at her.
“'Yeet'? Who even says that?”
“I do.” He grins, big and brimming.
“I take back the invitation for an afternoon delight,” she says, closing her legs. “You’ve lost it.”
Cass swims to the edge of the pool once more. “You say that like I don’t know you’re gonna be mewling for my dick in about an hour.”
“Christ,” she says with a chuckle, closing her eyes. “I’m tempted to hold my ground just to spite you.”
“Nah,” he says dismissively, lifting himself out of the pool once more. “You love my dick too much.”
She doesn’t open her eyes, even though she can hear him standing beside her, dripping water and breathing deeply. After a moment she says, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
She’s met with more silence. She resists the urge to open her eyes, she resists the urge to move. She won’t lose this standoff. He’ll crack first, his hands will settle on her, his fingers will work her, and he’ll fuck her, right here, right now.
A finger traces her jawline and she’s powerless to stop the grin that blooms on her lips. His hand continues down her chest, between her breasts, tracing the curve of one then the other.
And that’s as far as he gets.
“Got plans for you,” he breathes, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Don’t wanna tire you out too soon.”
Ashe snorts, opening her eyes. Her mind flits to the gift she got for him, hiding at the bottom of her backpack. “Ain’t that a coincidence. I got plans for you, too.”
“Oh?”
“Wait here,” she says with a sultry wink. She sits up, kisses his cheek, and when she stands, he slaps her ass. She rushes inside, grabs her backpack from the dining table and carries it to the lounge room, closing the sliding double doors for privacy.
She pays no mind to the myriad of photos adorning the large living space, all of which are absent her. Excitement thrums through her veins as she digs through the bag, finding the garment wrapped in an old t-shirt. It’s a two-piece bikini, wholly crocheted by her hands. The bottom piece is a pair of booty shorts, striped red, white and blue of course. The top piece is nothing more than a single large white star that barely contains her tits. It's hideous as fuck which only adds to its charm, and this will test the limits of how much he’s willing to let go of to fuck her.
She slips into the booty shorts first. Despite it being nothing more than a simple double crochet granny pattern, it took hours to make. The best part of it is between each group of three stitches is a teasing gap of exposed skin.
She even tested the limits of the stitches when she first tried it on—she can easily get a finger inside herself without needing to take it off.
Reaching into her bag once more, she grabs her phone and looks at herself. It’s hideous, she’s not afraid to admit it, but that’s what drew her to it in the first place.
What better way to celebrate the 4th of July than to wear the tackiest red, white and blue striped thing you can find?
Well, in this case, make.
With a nod and a sadistic little smirk on her lips, she places her phone back into her bag and carries it out to the dining table. She puts on an air of nonchalance as she steps into the backyard—
“What the fuck are you wearing,” Cass says, rushing towards her. “This is what you were making on that six-hour drive last week?”
Ashe smiles sweetly. “Don’t I look hot in it?” She bats her eyelids for good measure.
“Ashe, you’d look hot in a burlap sack. This…” he reaches out, slips a finger inside the bikini and rubs his fingers against the top of a star. “Fuck. It’s so tacky. At least it’s soft.”
“It is customary to be tacky on America’s birthday.” She wraps a hand around his wrist, pulls his fingers from the bikini and drags it down her body and over her cunt. “Won’t have to take ‘em off to get inside me,” she says, putting on her best breathy porn star voice.
His fingers twitch against her, catching on one of the gaps between the stitching. He rubs against her, between her folds, and gets a finger inside her with ease.
Cass looks at her with heavy-lidded eyes dripping with pure arousal. She cups his face and pulls him into a heated kiss, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist so he can keep fingerbanging her. He pushes a second finger inside her, the stretch of them feels fucking wonderful after a day spent naked teasing each other. It’s especially delicious following the non-existent pool oral.
She sighs against his lips as he crooks his fingers. She feels her toes curling—
Just as the fucker pulls his fingers out and steps away from her.
“Don’t get it that easy,” he says, bringing his fingers to his nose and taking a deep smell. “Fuck,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering closed. “You smell so fucking good.”
“I taste even better,” she replies, eyeing his twitching erection. Now that she’s had a taste of him, all she’s going to be thinking about is his dick splitting her open.
He licks his fingers and a bead of pre pools at his slit. He hums as he shoves them in his mouth, and he smiles when he pulls them out. “Reckon I can taste this morning’s load in there.”
Ashe snorts a laugh. “That’s never stopped you before.”
“Never said it would.” He gives her a wink then turns his back on her, making his way to the fireworks. “Wanna check on dinner? I’m starving.”
Ashe hums as she approaches the barbeque. Cass has been lovingly tending to the pork roast all day—maintaining its temperature, topping up the broth it’s sitting in as it smokes away, and adding more wood chips as necessary. No one can get between him and his meat; he's just proven that.
“We’re close to six hours, right?” she asks, lifting the lid. It’s definitely a hunk of meat doing its thing.
“Yeah. Should be done. Get in there with a fork, should take no resistance to pull it apart.”
Picking up a fork, Ashe stabs it, and a piece of it separates like butter. “Yeah, it’s done.”
“Good. Get it out, shred that motherfucker.”
Ashe smiles, she places a chopping board on the side tray and armed with a set of tongs, she lifts it out of its juices and onto the board. She pulls the meat apart slowly, shredding it as she watches Cass rig up the fireworks at the back of the yard.
“Y’know you got a couple of ‘em wet, right?”
“Shit happens,” he says dismissively.
“Well if it blows off your arm that’s your problem.”
Cass scoffs, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m more worried about my dick right now.”
“Still your problem.”
“Yours too.”
“I can make do with dildos, thank you very much.”
Cass barks a laugh, then continues tending to the fireworks. They would’ve cost a fortune she’s sure. It's not that they can’t afford it, there are just better things to spend money on. But he insisted on them, saying that they deserved to celebrate, just the two of them, especially given they had access to her parents' house for the day. And right now, they’re so far removed from town they might as well be the only two people on the planet.
“Back in the tray?” she calls out.
“Yeah. Let it soak up all those juices.”
Ashe’s stomach rumbles as she carefully places the shredded meat into the tray. She makes sure to toss it well; she might not be the cook but she does remember this step. Leaving it on the heat, she turns her attention to the already split hamburger buns and butters them. She places them on the grill, and by the time it’s melted and has gorgeous-looking grill lines on them, Cass is back.
“Arm and dick intact,” he says with a wink, cupping himself. He looks at the shredded pork with a critical eye and picks up the tongs, giving it another toss. “Goddamn, I’m starving.”
With a smile, she hands him a plate with his hamburger buns on them. He scoops up a mound of meat and then some, and when she presents her plate, he’s mindful to give her a little less. He then opens the container of sliced pickles, loads them onto his burger first then hers, and takes a seat on one of the banana lounges.
“Cheers,” he says, holding it up when she takes a seat beside him. She lifts hers in toast and takes a bite, listening to his orgasmic-sounding moan.
“I’m so glad one of us can cook,” she says around a mouthful of food. And he's an amazing cook at that; he knows his way around a kitchen and the perfect balance of herbs and spices. She, on the other hand, can burn a pot of water.
By the time she takes her second bite, Cass’s plate is empty.
“Another?” he asks.
“No. This is more than enough.”
He pats her knee as he stands, then approaches the barbeque to make himself a second sandwich. He inhales that one too when he returns, but they at least finish at the same time.
They clean as the sun begins to set; Cass deals with the barbeque while she handles the food. Everything goes into the cooler to take back with them, and when she’s done, she eyes the second smaller cooler he told her not to look in because it was a surprise.
Cass lights the tiki torches around the pool, giving her a warm smile when he lights the last one. “Open it.”
Ashe meets Cass’s gaze, then eyes his semi. She narrows her eyes as a flicker of warmth sparks in her core; she should have guessed this would be sex-related.
Her fingertips skim the edges of the cooler, she has to contain a squeal as she lifts the lid—
And lets it out when she eyes the watermelon, cut into perfect triangular slices.
“Oh my God. Cass, where did you find this?”
“I have my sources,” he says smugly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Cole," she breathes, lifting the container out of the cooler. She pops open the lid, picks up a slice and takes a bite. She moans this time, as the flavour bursts on her tongue. It’s one of the only things she missed about her former life; the money and the means to acquire her favourite fruit. It’s impossible to come by these days with the food shortages and the cost of everything.
This must have cost a fortune. She might as well be eating gold.
“Thank you,” she says, wiping away the dribble of juice on her chin with the back of her hand.
“You’re welcome,” he says, smiling softly at her. “I love seeing you happy. I love making you happy.”
“You make me happy, every goddamn second of every goddamn day,” she says, taking another bite. Her gaze drops to his dick, he’s now hard as a fucking rock. A smile teases her lips as she swallows the fruit down. “What’s got you so excited?”
“Was thinkin’...” he picks up a slice, breaks off a chunk, then lies on his back on the grass, placing it on his pec.
“Kinky,” she says, eyeing him. She finishes the rest of her slice then takes his off his hands, breaking off pieces and placing them on his body; one on his other pec, another at the centre of his sternum, the middle of his stomach, over his navel. She leaves the rest of it within arm’s reach and settles between his legs and hovers over him, smiling sweetly, looking at the meal presented for her.
Ashe looks him in the eye as she licks a dribble of watermelon juice off his pec. She drags her tongue over his nipple, long and slow, and he takes his lower lip between his teeth as he watches her with heavy-lidded eyes filled to the brim with desire. She mouths over the small piece, keeps her lips on him as she chews and swallows.
The barest of whimpers passes his lips as she licks her way to the piece waiting at the centre of his sternum. As she slurps it up, she reaches for his cock, her fingertips ghost along his shaft teasingly as she licks across to his other pec. She spends more time on his nipple, licking over it, pursing her lips around it, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his pec which earns her a shuddered groan and his dick twitching in her grip.
She eats that piece of fruit too, then slowly, wordlessly, teasingly, she makes her way to the next piece in the middle of his stomach, then finally, the one over his navel. She keeps her gaze on him as she licks around it, as her tongue dips into it.
"Christ," Cass moans, head tipping back as he rocks his hips, grinding his dick against her fingertips. Ashe curls her hand around him but she doesn’t tug, no, she doesn’t move a muscle. His hips thrust upwards and she rewards him with the tightening of her grip. He fucks her hand as she reaches for the piece she set aside, putting on the most angelic smile she can muster as she drags it along her lower lip. She loosens her grip and Cass relaxes with a little relieved sigh, then she brings the watermelon to his dick, swiping it over his leaky slit.
"Fuck," Cass says, voice shuddering. "Goddamn, that's ice cold."
Ashe doesn't stop; she drags the piece down the underside of his shaft to his balls, then back up the topside. When she reaches his cockhead again, she takes the watermelon in her fist and crushes it, letting the juice and remnants of the fruit drizzle down his erection.
Sweeping down, she holds him upright with her juice-covered hand, licking his balls and shaft in one long slow, smooth motion. She wraps her lips around his crown, flicks her tongue over his slit, savouring the taste of watermelon mixing with pre as she bobs up and down.
Cass moans, hand settling on top of her head and grabbing her hair in a handful and tugging her up. She comes off him slowly, applying suction on her way up that leaves him hissing through his teeth until he pops out of her mouth.
“Keep that up and I’ll blow before I can ruin that ugly as sin bikini you’re in.”
“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Ashe replies, picking up a napkin from the cooler and wiping her hand and arm from the sticky juice. As she sets it down, Cole is on her, hand cradling the back of her head and lips on her neck. He guides her down onto the grass, settles over her, grinds his dick against her pelvis as he sucks a hickey on her skin.
Cass sits up with a smug grin, eyeing his work. He straddles her hips, reaches for the container of watermelon, breaks off chunks from another slice and places two on her chest, just above her tits, one on her stomach, and two on her hip bones. She shudders a moan as he sweeps down, warm lips and hot breath feels heavenly against her skin as he picks up one piece of watermelon. He licks over the spot and goosebumps roll down her flesh when hot meets cold.
He’s quick with the one over her other breast and stomach, eagerly sucking them up and pressing his lips over the cold patches of skin to warm them up again. Then he takes his time making his way to the pieces on her hip bones, he licks every inch of skin between the top and bottom of the bikini, absolutely worshipping her with his tongue and lips as he massages her clit with two fingers.
As he kisses over her navel piercing, he gets his fingers between the stitches and pushes inside her. Goddamn, he feels like pure ecstasy right now. Molten heat from her core sends little shockwaves of warmth throughout her, and she wants to hold off, to delay her rapidly building orgasm as long as she can but she can feel herself slipping. Her skin is so goddamn sensitive; between the little nips and grazes of his teeth when he slurps up the final two pieces and the harsh scratch of the yarn, especially over her nipples, it's blazingly euphoric. She can't stop it, it feels too good, she's so close to that high, it's within reach—
And just as she's about to grasp it, Cass takes back his fingers, leaving her cold and empty.
She sighs softly, a little giggle bubbles out of her. “I hate you,” she murmurs, lifting herself up onto her elbows.
“Payback for your smugness with the pool b-j,” he replies, flashing his trademark charmer’s smile.
"I at least let you come," she says, dragging a hand through her hair.
"And when I let you come, it'll be explosive." He winks, and her breath hitches in her throat. She loves it when he gets dominant in their sex lives. He usually prefers to sub for her.
Cass reaches for his phone as he licks his fingers clean, tapping away at it. “You ready for one hell of a light show?”
“Dazzle me,” she says, lying on her stomach and propping her head up on her hands. She spreads her legs for him, bends them at the knee, and almost immediately, his fingers return to her cunt.
She sighs and her head drops; he’s rougher than before and it builds her up all the faster. She can feel him stretching the hole in the stitching apart with his thumb as his fingers hold still knuckle deep inside her, twitching and curling and crooking, sending whip cracks of pleasure shooting through her—
“Cole, fuck, I’m gonna come,” she moans, hips bucking against his hand—
A loud bang she feels in her chest jolts her out of her stupor. She looks up at the sky as it blooms red. It’s followed by more bangs, more flashes of colour—
She moans long and loud, practically screams as she feels the blunt press of his dick against her cunt. He pushes inside her and she savours the stretch of him. After this day of teasing it hits the fucking spot.
His hands settle on her hips, tugging them up and she gets herself on her hands and knees. One hand then drags up her stomach, settles over her shoulder and she’s lifted upright, her back pressed against his chest, her head on his shoulder.
“How’d you plan on seeing anything with your face buried in the grass?” he murmurs against her ear.
She just hums as she casts her eyes up, watching the display. She rocks her hips for him, rides him, and he meets her thrusts with his own slow roll of his hips. It’s a little more tender than she was expecting, if she’s being honest, given how feral their day has been so far.
It does give her an opportunity to watch the fireworks, though. Cass set the timing up fantastically, the colour combinations make each of them pop without overlapping.
“This is nice,” she says, cupping his face when he kisses her cheek.
“Just nice?” His hands skirt up her body, settling over her tits. “Wasn’t aiming for nice.”
A sly smirk spreads on her lips. “What were you aiming for?” She picks up her pace, rocks her hips from side to side, gyrating in his lap. “Like this? Or do you wanna be in control?”
“This is good,” he murmurs, pinching her nipples lightly. “For now.”
“For now,” she breathes, watching the sky light up green. “What if I want you to fuck me like you mean it?”
She feels his breath against her cheek, hot and slow, his lips caress her ear. “On your back.”
Ashe lifts herself off him, lies on the grass. He’s on her immediately, between her legs as she wraps them around his waist. She watches his face as he pushes inside her, the way his jaw hangs slack and his eyes screw shut.
“Shit, how’re you so fucking tight?”
“It’s a gift,” she replies. A series of crackles go off, quick and loud popping that sound way too close for comfort. She opens her mouth to ask if they're okay, if they’re in danger of the fireworks which got wet turning on them, but all that comes out is a moan when Cass pounds into her.
“Eyes on the sky,” he murmurs, and her eyes snap open, first looking at him then the bloom of blue.
He picks up his pace, and it feels so fucking wonderful but the yarn is starting to chafe. She definitely didn’t think this through.
She shudders as she shifts her hips upwards a little, and sighs in relief when pleasure overrides the pain once more. Grasping his biceps tightly, she feels the pressure in her core steadily build, as every muscle in her body tightens, as her legs shoot up ramrod straight.
"Cole," she screams, as loud as her voice will allow. She keeps her eyes on the sky as he matches her in volume, as the sky lights up red, white, blue—
“God. Bless. America!” he moans, punctuating each word with a hard, deep thrust before slowing to a grind.
The yarn scratches and rubs against her once more, it’s so rough it feels like sandpaper over her clit right now and she tightens her grip around his arms.
“Stop,” she gasps, as a giggle bubbles from her chest. “I’m fuckin’ chaffing.”
“I’m sure my dick is red raw. Christ.”
“You didn’t have to fuck me in this.”
He looks down at her, a broad grin on his lips. “Bullshit. You don’t get to wear this and not have me fuck you through it.” He draws his hips back, groaning, then sighing in relief when he’s out of her. “Fuck.”
She reaches for him, he falls towards her and stops halfway, hands flying to her hips, pulling the booty shorts down to her knees, then settles over her.
“Better,” he breathes.
“Happy Fourth,” she murmurs, kissing the tip of his nose.
He smiles, utterly grins from ear to ear. “Best fuckin’ Independence Day ever.”