𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 15

Shawn Mendes - Patience, Shawn Mendes - Lights On, Johnny Orlando - Phobias (thank you Harmita <3)

(Mature content)

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A wave of pleasure rushes over me and when I wrap my arms around Shawn's neck, I feel something hard pressing between my legs. He looks up into my eyes, his chest rising up and down rapidly. 

'Let's get out of this pool.' I tell him.

He lifts me out of the pool, putting me down on the edge before pulling himself up out of the pool. He doesn't even bother walking back to the stairs.

I look at his body, all the water is running down from his neck to the floor. His whole body is shining from it. I look at his abs and his swim shorts. His shorts are so tight that I really want to see what's underneath it. Only thinking about it turns me on immediately.

'I'm going to get some towels.' He's still panting.

I fight with the sports bra when I try to take it off. It's too small, and because it's wet it's seems impossible to take it off by myself.

I feel someone's warm hands trail up from my hip to the top I'm fighting with.

'Stop.' Shawn's voice is low.

I listen to him without a doubt. He pulls the sports bra over my head, and I finally feel free. He wraps a towel around my upper body while lowering himself to the ground a little. 

He still looks me in my eyes when he pulls his swim short down my hips slowly before also pulling my panties down to the ground.

He smirks.

Shawn wraps his arms around my legs, lifting me off the ground.

He throws me over his shoulder and I start to laugh. I feel so exposed, but I don't care. We walk - he walks - back to the other side of the rooftop and I feel it getting colder any minute.

'Shawn?' I say, still hanging over his shoulder.

'Yes?'

'I'm cold.'

He grabs something from the closet he walks past and throws a warm towel over my body. I look at his back and wonder what's underneath those shorts. I lift the shorts away from his back, looking at his perfectly round ass. He has a very nice ass.

'Nice.' I whisper.

'You like it?' He chuckles.

'Yes...' I slap his ass. 'Okay, put me down. There's too much blood running to my head.'

'That blood is going to be running between your thighs within a couple of minutes.' He says while laying me down onto the bed.

Shawn has a lot of self-control. I see that his swim shorts are still super tight, but he comes across like the calmest person on earth.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' He asks, a couple of inches away from my face, looking deep into my eyes. His hands are next to my head pressing on the mattress.

'Yes.' I smile.

'I need to tell you something.' He looks away.

'Right now?' I ask.

'Yes, it's related to what we're about to do.' He looks at me again.

'Tell me.'

'I don't have sex like they do in those cheesy romantic movies.'