Dedicated to taintedkissesxo because she's the best wattpad friend and writer :)But I'll always hate her anyway so.

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I stood at the shallow end of the pool, staring at Stephen as he did a lap down to the deep end before coming back towards me. We were the only ones here and the room that shone with a reflection of the blue from the water. Stephen did his frontward strokes towards me, his arms cutting into the water cleanly and evenly. He slowed to a stop when he reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and already started pulling me further into the water.

"No." I managed to get out of his hold, moving closer where I first was.

We had come here for a purpose. I wanted to do something else besides the occasional yet mind-blowing activity we do. I had suggested this to him and he decided that we should do something that led to me meeting him in the first place.

He wanted to teach me how to swim.

I didn't think much of that day. That day I could have died.

I could remember my lungs clutching and my heart pounding, almost trying to break free underneath my chest. The pain was what I recalled the most from that day. The slightest discomfort spread through my body like wildfire. My heart beating loudly- so loud, to the point I felt like it would have ripped itself out of my chest.

The experience was terrifying and I didn't want to endure it ever again. Stephen understood that. He must have when we first got here and he saw my hesitation as I stared at the water, my skin suddenly becoming cold despite myself only wearing a black bikini.

He sighed, licking his lips, my eyes lingered on the action as I distanced myself from him. "Juliana."

"I don't need to learn how to swim." I told him, trying to muster as much confidence as I could. I was already backing away, trying to get up and out of the pool, away from the familiarity. Away from the memory itself. He moved closer to me, grabbing my hands with ease.

"This could help you. Let me help you," He manipulated me into relaxing against him by pressing his lips to mine. We moved further into the water, him thinking that he was possibly distracting me and me simply just wanting to kiss him. "Are you ready?"

"No." I admitted, staring at his body. The water droplets were rolling off his skin. His hair was wet and darkened. I watched him push the locks up and out of his face with both hands. The motion sent his biceps to flex, and his torso stretched exposing more of his fit body. My eyes watched every movement, not wanting to look away. I allowed myself to get distracted by his presence, his being, trying not to let fear paralyze me.

I let my gaze linger when he stretched, his swim trunks inching lower to expose the skin that neared to the forsaken place. My hand instantly reached out to cup him over his shorts and he hissed in surprise. "Juliana, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm learning how to swim. You are going to teach me, right?" My hand slipped into his trunks and inhaled evenly, his eyes lit with wonder upon me.

I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the soft skin as I moved my hand up and down. His breathing slowly became uneven. Stephen tried regaining himself but only pulled me closer to mold his lips with mine. I moaned into his mouth, coaxing his lips to open so that I could slip my tongue inside.

But he always had that silver of self-restraint.

He pulled away, grabbing my hand slowly and almost hesitantly, taking it out of his shorts. I almost pouted. The sight of Stephen reaching his high gave me feelings that were numinous. His lips would part and curses jumbled with my name would spill from his lips in a mellifluous way. He would close his beautiful eyes, savouring that feeling of pleasure as his heart raced and he would release in a way that was almost innocent.

"Swimming baby, you're going to learn how to swim." He whispered, stepping back from me as if he did so to control his temptation. The tent in his pants said otherwise. "First thing we're going to do is learn how to float."

Not even an hour later, with soulful promises of sex, I had an average ability to tread water. With the right encouragement, I learned how to tread water but stayed near the middle of the pool, not bothering to venture further to the deeper side. I moved around in the water, watching the efferent in the water my eyes captured by the view of the bubbles.

"You're getting better. How about an reward?" He murmured, his voice husky. I jumped in surprise. I was astounded by how I had not notice him move in front of me but dismissed the thought anyway.

I smirked, pulling him over to me so that I could finally have my way with him. By the time he was starting to pull my bikini top down, the sound of the door opening sounded and a family followed through, ruining the chance Stephen and I had at doing anything in the open.

I felt that rush. That excitement of the possibility of being caught. Stephen's eyes blazed with life when we left the center and he pulled me to his car, closing the door behind me in a hurry. He wanted this as much as I did. "Ever had sex in a car, baby?" He asked, already kissing down my neck.

"No," I breathed out. "But in pure daylight? Really?"

"Call me a rantipole, baby girl." He murmured, taking his shirt off. "Don't worry the windows are tinted. But even if they weren't, would you really stop?"

Rantipole. A wild and reckless young person. It suited Stephen in everyway and I loved it.

"Ride me." He mumbled against my lips, pulling me moments later, our clothes somewhere else in the car and I didn't even care if someone could hear or see us.

I just wanted him.

I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I straddled him, obliging without resisting. I steadied myself before sinking down onto his cock, our moans filling the car in a harmonic way that made me want to always make music like this. He held me, moving me up and down on his length, his eyes stayed on the place where we were connected, glazed over in pleasure. My nails dug into his shoulders, feeling myself already succumbing to the ecstasy far too soon then I wanted.

Out of instinct, I clenched around him and he hissed. "Don't do that or else this will be over sooner than we want it to be."

Just to tease him, I did it again and he cursed under his breath. He gripped my hips, stopping my movements. I stilled, waiting for what he would do next and he sharply thrusted upward into me. A cry left my mouth as he continued his relentless, rapid thrusts into me that left me feeling an inexplicable amount of pleasure.

To reciprocate, I moved my body downward in response and he groaned at the feeling. The penetration rough yet the sensation arousing enough for my body to shudder. The rhythm of our bodies moving enthralled me, our hands linked as I tried to get leverage to rock my hips in time to his own. His hands moved to grip onto my ass, rolling his hips into mine. "You feel so good baby."

He increased his pace and I held onto his shoulders when he sat up. 'G-God right there." My eyes fell shut when he dragged his lips down my neck and thrusted harder.

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the car, reverberating in my ear along with Stephen's low groans in my ear which increased the pleasure coursing through my body. My breathing became short, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and a sharp cry left my lips when his hand came down on my ass. Every single action made me feel like he was tearing me apart. With power. Control.

A choked moan left me when the coil inside me snapped at his voice. His name left my lips repetitively and my back arched, the air being knocked out of my body as I experienced euphoria. Stephen followed seconds later, my name spilling from his lips muffled by my neck. We stayed there, satisfaction filling my veins and my body slightly quivering.

Stephen removed his head from my neck, a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. "Round two?"