13 My fetish is taking over my brain
I remember what Robin said, about being competitive. About a billionaire wanting to show me off. A curl of heat unfurls between my legs. Something about the possessiveness, the showing off of how touchy we are, turns me on. Even more so when Robin takes me by the hand and practically drags me into the elevator, with Bingqing over his shoulder teasing us about not getting too distracted up in our room alone. I barely have time to wave at her and promise we'll be right back before the elevator doors shut and Robin's kissing me against them, hungry, his hands all over me. I grin into his mouth and reach up to twine my arms around his neck.
"I think your plan to make them jealous is working," I whisper, smirking.
"Good," he replies, his voice low and heated.
He kisses me again, and then I forget all about his friends, the hotel, everything. All I can think about is Robin. His hands on me, his mouth on mine. When we break apart to hurry down the hall to our room, his eyes are fixed on me, hot as coals. Inside our room, we barely make it through the door before he pins me against it.
"We're definitely going to be late, aren't we?" I ask, laughing.
He grins against my neck before he kisses his way further down my body. "Not at all. We just need to get you changed. That shouldn't take long." As he speaks, he winds his hands around the hem of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head, dropping it beside us on the ground.
He meets my eyes, his own sparkling with mischief. "Unless, of course, you think you're likely to get distracted by all of this. Are you, Chunhua?"
I swallow hard around a sudden lump in my throat. "Not at all," I force myself to say, keeping my voice even, my hands steady. I reach for his shirt, too.
"As long as you won't." He doesn't miss the challenge in my gaze, as I tug his shirt off and let it drop beside us.
He pauses to smirk up at me. "What was that you were saying, about not getting distracted?" He arches a single, perfect eyebrow.
I resist the urge to run my thumb across it. Instead I just smile as innocently as I can muster, pinned against a door half naked in front of him. "I'm just helping you along. Making this go faster." I wink, and then manage to get his belt buckle undone.
He steps back, though I can see passion in his eyes and that he's not as unaffected by all this teasing as he wants me to think.
"For now, we have a date to keep," he tells me, and grabs his swimming trunks from the wardrobe beside our bed. He catches my eye with a smirk before he heads into the bathroom to change.
"Later? Well. Later, I'd like to hear how desperate you are to come. Anticipation makes the release all that much sweeter, in my opinion." Easy for him to say. Still, I've never been one to shrink from a challenge. I lift my chin and keep my gaze on him, a bemused smile curling my lips.
"Later it is, then," I say, even though I'm dying from inside.
Oh, I am going to get sweet revenge on him for this move…
-------------------------
By the time we meet Shan and Bingqing back in the pool area, there's still a hot tub free. My face is still flushed, my breath a little uneven. But if our friends notice, they don't say anything. They just make room for us in the tub with them. They look like they've been amusing themselves plenty anyway—Bingqing is sitting in Shan's lap, and he has his arms twined around her waist, casually.
They're cute together. I wonder if we'll look that cute together a couple years into being together. Then I shake myself, remembering. This is just for the weekend. It's just about the bet, about living out my fetish, nothing more. But that's hard to remember when Robin slips into the hot tub next to me and pulls me onto his lap too, leaning in to kiss the nape of my neck sweetly, his tongue darting across my skin just for a second, as if to remind me of earlier, in the room. Of just how much pleasure—and frustration—he can cause with that tongue of his.
"You missed the DJ set," Bingqing says. "But I think there's a new one coming on now."
"Thank god," Shan adds. "This one seems more chill."
The music is low enough now that we can hear ourselves talk, which is nice. There's still a beat to it though, low and steady, the kind that makes me want to move. Which gives me an idea. I start to sway to the beat, back and forth across Robin's lap. Behind me, I can hear Robin suck in a sharp breath. See how you like a taste of your own medicine, teaser, I think.
When I glance back at him over my shoulder, his eyes are dark and filled with desire, fixed on mine in a way that tells me he knows exactly what I'm thinking. And why I'm doing this. It makes my smile widen. Across the hot tub, Bingqing slides off Shan's lap to dance a little, too.
"Actually, I really like this one. Do you want to check out the dance floor, hun?" She flashes him a wide grin, and if I'm not mistaken, her eyes do a little sideways dart toward us, quickly, before she nods across the pool floor. There's a small dance floor near the bar, where a handful of couples are entwined, swaying to the music, especially as the beat starts to get faster, more insistent.
Shan catches my eye, but only for a split second, quick enough that I could've been imagining it. Still, I get the feeling they know Robin and I could use a minute of alone time.
"Sure." He grins. "I could use a drink refill too. You guys want anything?"
"Oh, I'm good," I say. Or I was about to say, anyway.
But Robin speaks over me. "Couple of champagnes would be great, thanks."
"Sure thing." Shan flashes us both one last wink, and then climbs out of the hot tub, helping Bingqing after him.
