Chapter 331

Chapter 331
Alexander

"I worked. Met with my team." The words came out choppy, punctuated by sharp breaths.
"Good." I turned the vibrator up another notch. "What else?"
Her nails dug into my forearms. "Nothing. Just worked."
"Boring week then." I spun her around to face me, keeping one hand on the remote. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with arousal.
"How's it feel?" I asked.
"Like torture."
"Good torture?"
"The best kind." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "But also the worst."
I clicked the vibrator to a higher setting, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her hips rocked forward involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
"Don't come yet," I warned.
"You're evil."
I lowered the setting back down, denying her the release she'd been building toward. "Swim to the deep end."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." I released her, floating backward. "Go on."
She glared at me but started swimming, her strokes jerky and uncoordinated. The constant vibration was clearly affecting her coordination.
Halfway across, I increased the speed again.
She stopped mid-stroke, her head surfacing with a gasp. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Keep swimming."
"I can't."
"You can." I adjusted the setting, alternating between slow pulses and faster vibrations. "Almost there."
She made it to the deep end, gripping the edge with white knuckles. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed.
I swam over, pressing against her back. My hand slid down her stomach, fingers brushing the edge of the vibrator panties. She trembled against me.
"You're soaked," I murmured against her ear. "I can feel it through the fabric."
"Your fault."
"Completely." I turned the vibrator up to maximum.
Her whole body went rigid, a strangled moan escaping her lips. I could feel her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching beneath the vibrations.
"Alex, I'm going to—"
I clicked it off completely.
"No!" She spun around, eyes wild with frustration. "Why did you stop?"
"Rules are rules." I held up the remote, just out of reach. "You don't come until I say so."
"That's cruel."
"That's the game." I backed away, gesturing toward the shallow end. "Swim back."
"I hate you right now."
"No, you don't." I turned the vibrator back on, on a low setting. "You love this."
She groaned but started swimming again, her movements slower this time. I followed, watching the way her body moved through the water, the way she kept pausing to adjust to the sensations.
In the shallow end, I pulled her onto my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. The vibrator buzzed between us, the sensation muted but still present.
"Look at the stars," I said, tilting my head back.
"The stars? You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not. Look up."
She followed my gaze reluctantly, her breathing still uneven. Above us, stars dotted the night sky, barely visible through LA's light pollution, but there nonetheless.
"Beautiful," I murmured, increasing the vibration slightly.
Her hips jerked forward. "Alex."
"Shh. Just look at the stars."
I kept the setting moderate, enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over. My hands roamed her back, her sides, avoiding the places she most wanted me to touch.
"This is torture," she breathed.
"Exquisite torture." I kissed her neck, tasting chlorine and arousal. "You're doing so well."
"I don't feel like I'm doing well. I feel like I'm going insane."
"That's the point." I turned the vibrator up, then down, then up again, creating an unpredictable rhythm.
She whimpered, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. "Please. I need to come."
"Not yet." I clicked through different settings, alternating between pulses and steady vibrations. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"Everything. Too much. Not enough." The words tumbled out in a rush. "It's constant and maddening, and I need more, but you won't let me have it."
"Perfect." I increased the speed, watching her reaction carefully.
Her back arched, pushing her breasts against my chest. The vibrator hummed relentlessly, drawing soft moans from her throat.
"So close," she gasped. "Right there, I'm right there."
I turned it off again.
She actually growled, her frustration palpable. "I'm going to kill you."
"Later." I kissed her roughly, swallowing her protests. When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed with need. "One more game."
"I can't. No more games."
"Just one." I lifted her off my lap, setting her on her feet. "Then you can come as many times as you want."
She steadied herself against the pool wall, her legs visibly shaking. "What game?"
"Hold your breath underwater. Whoever surfaces first loses."
Her eyes narrowed. "And if I win?"
"You get to do whatever you want to me. No limits."
That got her attention. "Anything?"
"Anything." I held up the remote. "But the vibrator stays on the whole time."
"That's impossible."
"Then forfeit now." I shrugged like it didn't matter, knowing it would only make her more determined.
"Fuck that. I'm winning this." She took several deep breaths, preparing. "Turn it on."
I clicked it to the medium setting. "On three. One, two, three."
We dove under simultaneously. The underwater lights cast everything in blue, Olivia's hair floating around her face like seaweed.
I watched her through the water, saw the exact moment the vibrations registered fully. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opening slightly in a silent gasp.
She pressed her thighs together, clearly fighting the sensation. I stayed perfectly still, conserving oxygen, letting her expend energy as she struggled against the constant stimulation.
Thirty seconds passed. Her face was flushed, her movements becoming jerky.
I increased the vibrator's speed remotely.
Her eyes snapped to mine, accusing and desperate. She shook her head furiously but didn't surface.
Forty-five seconds. Her hands were clenched into fists, her whole body taut with tension.
I pushed it to maximum.
That did it. She kicked hard, breaking the surface with a gasp that was half breath, half moan. I surfaced immediately after, catching her as she grabbed for the pool edge.
"You cheater," she panted. "You increased it."
"All's fair." I turned off the vibrator, watching relief wash over her face. "Which means I won."
"So what do you want?" Her voice was rough with unsatisfied need.
I considered my options, studying her flushed face and desperate eyes. "Take them off."
She blinked. "The panties?"
"You lost. Rules are rules." I gestured toward the edge. "Take them off and put your regular bikini back on."
Disappointment flickered across her face. "That's it? We're done?"
"Not quite." I swam to the edge, pulling myself out. "But the vibrator portion is over."
She followed me out, water streaming off her body. Her fingers fumbled with the panties, peeling the soaked fabric down her legs. I watched unabashedly as she revealed her pussy, glistening and swollen from the prolonged teasing.
"Jesus," I muttered. "You're gorgeous like this."
She grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them on with trembling hands. "Still frustrated as hell, but thank you."
"We're not done," I reminded her. "One more round."
"I don't know if I can handle another round."
"You can." I pulled her close, my hand cupping her through the bikini. She was soaked, and not from the pool. "One more game, and then I'll make you come until you can't remember your own name."
Her breath hitched. "Promise?"
"Absolutely." I released her, backing toward the pool. "Final round. Winner takes all."
"What's the game?"
I dove back in, resurfacing in the center. "You have to get the remote from me. If you do, you control what happens next. If I keep it, I'm in charge."
Her eyes lit with competitive fire. "And no rules?"
"No rules." I held up the remote. "Except you have to actually get this from me."
She grinned, feral and determined. "Game on."