𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 - Billy Hargrove [1]

EIGHTEEN

EIGHTEEN|LIFEGUARD

The water was cool against her skin, dripping down her silky skin as she stepped out of the swimming pool. She bathed in the stares, loving the attention as she pushed her wet locks away from her face. Her hazel eyes met his baby blues, her smirk mirroring his as he handed her a towel.

"Was that necessary?" He questioned, looking down at her tight red swimsuit. "You're mine."

"I'm yours." Birdie mused, resting her hands on his bare chest as he gripped her hips, pulling her in close. "And I was hot so I went to cool off. Is that a problem, William?"

"Careful, Bernadette." Billy warned her, his grip on her body tightening as his smirk grew. "Or I will teach that mouth of yours a lesson."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" She teased, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss the corner of his lips. "Because I have time before my shift and the staff shower has a lock."

"Don't tempt me, Birdie." He groaned with frustration, stroking his hand up and down her sides. "I'm still on shift."

"Heather, you mind keeping an eye out." She waved at their coworker, a grin on her lips as she gestured to Billy with her head.

"Make it quick." Heather called back, smirking at the couple. "Although that doesn't seem too hard for Billy."

"Fuck you too." Billy flipped the girl off as Birdie grabbed his hand and dragged him away into the staff shower room.

"Maybe we should let her join in." Birdie slowly stepped backwards into the small shower, twisting the handle with her hand as she pulled Billy in close. "You and me against the world is starting to get mundane."

"Fuck, you're perfect." He captured her lips in a heated kiss, slipping his hand in her wet hair and pulling her closer.

His lips moved down her jaw, sinking light bites into her shoulder, sending electric shocks down her body as his name slipped from her lips with a quiet gasp. His other hand moved down her body, grasping her ass and squeezing it possessively. He moved his second hand to her ass, lifting her up and backing her against the tile wall.

Billy impatiently pushed his swimming trunks down his thighs, pushing her swimming suit to the side as he buried himself deep into her. He moved slowly, gripping her hip tightly as he groaned her name over and over with each thrust.

Her eyes rolled back, breath hitching in her throat as her pedicured nails scraped his back, leaving visible red marks. She begged him not to stop, head falling back against the cool wall as she tangled her fingers through his wet locks.

"Billy." She moaned loudly, his smirk growing against her wet skin as she called his name over and over. He slipped his hand off her hip, applying pressure to her clit. She quickly came undone against him, his name getting caught in her throat as she moaned loudly.

Billy moaned her name as her muscles tightened around him, burying himself deep inside her as he came. His breathing was heavy against her skin as the water still beat down on his back.

"Fuck." His eyes were dark as he looked up at her, crashing his lips against hers as she melted against him. "Such a good girl."

"Only for you." She teased as gentle let her drop to her feet, keeping a hold of her as her legs shook. He pulled his trunks up his thighs before pulling her under the warm water.

"Oi, lovebirds." Heather banged on the staffroom door. "That's my shift over. Hurry up so I can leave."

"Coming." Birdie called out to her, quickly readjusting herself before she walked back out.

"I bet you are." Heather laughed as she walked away, doing one last sweep of the pool before handing it over to Birdie.

Billy walked out first, lowering his sunglasses over his eyes as he straightened his back. His ego craving attention as he greeted the regular mothers that sat by the pool, spending their day watching him flex his muscles.

Bernadette followed him back out to the poolside, watching the mothers observe Billy walk over to his chair, their eyes on his muscles while drool gathered in the corner of their mouths. She smiled proudly to herself, knowing that this was her man.

He climbed through her window every night, he kissed her, fucked her. She was his just as much as he was hers.