My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 227: Swim (18+)

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I was pressed against the tiled wall, still shaking, my legs unsteady and my thighs slick from more than just the pool water, when Adrien’s rhythm stumbled for the first time.

His thrusts between my locked thighs became erratic...harder, more desperate and the low groan from his chest turned into something that sounded almost painful. His fingers dug into my hips like he was trying to anchor himself, and then he buried his face against the back of my neck, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts.

"God...Noah, Fuck—" My name sounded like it was being ripped from him. One last deep movement, his cock throbbing hot and thick between my legs, and then he came with a muffled curse against my skin, his hips jerking in short, helpless spasms.

I could feel every throb, every burst of warmth spilling over my inner thighs and mixing with the water that lapped gently around us. He held me there for what felt like forever, breathing hard, like he needed that contact to remember how to stay grounded.

When he finally pulled back, it was slow and reluctant, his hands sliding soothingly up my sides before he turned me to face him. His pupils were wide under the soft underwater lights, hair sticking to his forehead, and there was this dazed, almost goofy grin lighting up his face that made my stomach flip in a silly way.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse, thumb brushing a wet strand of hair off my cheek.

I managed a weak laugh that was closer to a wheeze. "I think I forgot how to stand." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He snorted, then wrapped an arm around my waist to help me push off the wall. We waded toward the shallow end together, the water growing lighter around our hips until we reached the steps.

Climbing out felt like waking from a fever dream, the cool night air hit my overheated skin, goosebumps sprang up instantly, and the strong chlorine smell hit me harder now that we were out of the warm water. My legs felt like jelly, and I had to grip the metal handrail like it was going to slip away.

Adrien grabbed our towels from the lounge chairs nearby, tossing one around my shoulders before wrapping his own around his hips. We collapsed side by side at the edge of the pool, our feet dangling back into the water, toes brushing the surface in lazy circles.

The quiet was sudden and almost startling after all the splashing and gasping—just the soft hum of the ventilation system and the occasional drip from somewhere high above us.

I leaned against him without thinking, resting my head on his shoulder. His skin was still warm, damp, and smelled of chlorine mixed with whatever body wash he’d used earlier...something woodsy that made me want to snuggle closer. He wrapped his arm around me without hesitation, his hand resting on my bare waist, thumb tracing casual patterns over my hipbone.

For a while, we just sat there, breathing in sync, letting our heart rates slow down. The pool lights turned the water into this unreal turquoise, reflecting off the glass ceiling in soft patterns across the walls. It felt serene in a way that was almost ridiculous after everything we’d just done.

Eventually, Adrien broke the silence, his voice low and relaxed. "Feeling relaxed yet?"

I chuckled softly against his shoulder. "You mean since you turned my brain into mush just now? Yeah, a bit."

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. "If it’s really that bad, you could just crash in my room. We’ve got those huge beds anyway. No sneaking around once you’re inside."

The suggestion hung in the air, casual on the surface but heavy underneath. I lifted my head enough to look at him, his expression was soft, almost hopeful, masked by a half-shrug.

I couldn’t help but smile, a small, crooked one.

"Tempting. But sneaking back to my suite before the cleaning staff starts their rounds at, what, six in the morning? I’d probably trip over my own feet in the hallway and set off every motion sensor in the building. Then we’d both be explaining to Dad why hotel security has footage of me doing the walk of shame at dawn."

Adrien grinned, his eyes crinkling. "Fair enough. But the offer stands, door’s always open for you, you little disaster."

I rolled my eyes, though the warmth in my chest didn’t fade.

We fell silent again. His fingers kept tracing lazy patterns on my side, sometimes drifting to play with the damp ends of my hair. I rested my hand on his thigh, just above the towel line...my thumb brushing in a gentle rhythm. It felt strangely intimate, these little touches, like we hadn’t just been grinding against each other moments ago. Like this was the more normal side of us now.

A yawn caught me off guard, big and unavoidable. Adrien chuckled under his breath.

"Looks like it’s time for bed, Hamster."

"Don’t start," I muttered, but there was no real sting to my words. I was too tired, too blissed-out, too content just sitting here with him in the middle of an empty hotel pool at this hour.

Finally, we got up, gathering our towels, flip-flops, and the half-empty water bottles we’d brought. The hallway outside the pool area was dimly lit, only the soft emergency strips illuminating the baseboards. Our footsteps echoed faintly on the marble as we walked toward the elevators, shoulders brushing every few steps. We didn’t need to speak.

As we reached the corridor where our suites branched off, his was just one door down from mine...I paused. The hallway was eerily quiet, the kind of late-night hotel stillness that feels almost sacred. I glanced up and down the empty stretch before looking back at Adrien, and glancing around for any cameras.

He was watching me with that same soft hopefulness from earlier.

I stood on my tiptoes, because of course he’s ridiculously tall and pressed my mouth to his. It wasn’t frantic or desperate like it had been in the pool; it was slow, lingering, a kiss that tasted of chlorine and unspoken promises. When I pulled away, I kept my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under my palms.

"That wild idea you had," I said quietly, a shy smile tugging at my lips, "about running away together? It’s... kinda tempting. Even if it’s completely nuts."

Adrien’s smirk was slow and devastating. "Oh really?"

I laughed softly, ducking my head. "Good night, fucking idiot."

I turned before he could respond, sliding my keycard into the reader and stepping into my suite. The door clicked shut behind me with a soft, final sound.

I didn’t look back.

But I knew he stood there for a moment...probably leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at my closed door with that speechless look he gets when I surprise him. Then I heard the faint beep of his own keycard, the quiet thud of his door closing, and once again, the hallway fell silent.

I leaned back against my door for a second, heart still racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the earlier excitement. Then I smiled, small, private, a little ridiculous and padded toward the bathroom to finally rinse off the chlorine and whatever else was still lingering on my skin.