The Size of Texas – Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

Just then, Troy launched himself into the pool in a backflip so chaotic it was half Olympic, half “bachelor party gone wrong.” The splash hit like a tidal wave, soaking all of us and mercifully cutting off Ashlee’s question.

I surfaced, coughing, hair plastered to my forehead. Ayden was laughing. Austin clapped slow. Antonia didn’t even flinch — sunglasses still on, popsicle still in her mouth like she’d been through this a thousand times.

“Okay,” Troy said, emerging like Poseidon himself, “who wants to play chicken fight?”

“Are we twelve?” Antonia asked flatly.

“Yes,” Troy grinned, “but, like… hot.”

Ashlee squealed and immediately climbed onto my shoulders. “Dibs on Dallas!”

I barely had time to brace before her thighs clamped around my neck. I wobbled forward, almost going under.

“Steady!” she shrieked, smacking the top of my head. “You’re so bad at this!”

Across the pool, Ayden smirked and mounted Troy like it was his calling. His lean, tattooed thighs hugged Troy’s neck, abs flexing as he balanced himself effortlessly. He looked feral and way too practiced at this game.

“Come on, straight boy,” Ayden purred, “let’s see what you’ve got.”

Troy surged forward like a golden retriever on Red Bull. Ayden’s hands shot out, grabbing Ashlee’s wrists. The splash battle was instant — and brutal. Ayden yanked, twisted, and absolutely demolished her in seconds.

“HEY!” she shrieked, toppling backward with a scream as we both went under.

I surfaced, sputtering. She popped up next to me, mascara streaking down her cheeks.

“MY MAKEUP!” she screeched, swimming toward the ladder. “You guys are toxic!”

She stormed out, dripping and furious, stomping across the deck like a drowned cat in a bikini.

Ayden, of course, looked thrilled.

“Rematch?” he grinned, sliding down Troy’s back. “But this time… I’m on top of Dallas.”

Before I could protest, he was already climbing me like a vine. His wet chest pressed to the back of my head, thighs gripping my neck.

And then — fuck.

I felt it.

His hard-on. Right against the nape of my neck, hot and heavy through his soaked Speedo.

“Stand tall, cowboy,” he whispered, low and wicked. “You can handle it.”

Across from us, Austin — perched on Troy’s shoulders. Unlike Ashlee, Austin knew what he was doing. His core was tight, legs locked, grin focused.

“Ready?” Troy bellowed, bouncing in place.

“No rules!” Austin added, cracking his knuckles.

Ayden dug his thighs tighter around me. “Oh, I like him.”

We charged.

The impact was chaos — arms grappling, water flying, Ayden’s laugh in my ear, Austin’s competitive growl, Troy’s hooting echoing off the pool tiles. Every shove sent Ayden grinding closer, every splash making me harder. My hands gripped his calves, knuckles white.

“Push!” Ayden yelled. “Harder!”

“I AM!” I shouted back, unsure if I meant the game or his dick.

Austin lunged, nearly knocking us over. Ayden countered with a brutal splash to the eyes and a quick shove to the chest.

“Not bad,” Austin spat, grinning through wet hair. “But you’re not winning.”

“Watch me,” Ayden purred.

The final shove sent both teams crashing under at once — a tangle of limbs, bubbles, and muffled curses. When I surfaced, gasping, Ayden was still clinging to me, chest heaving, forehead pressed to mine.

“Best two out of three?” he whispered.

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By the time we crawled out of the pool, everyone was still buzzing — Austin yelling about a “rematch,” Troy chugging a Gatorade like he’d run a marathon, Ashlee back inside re-touching her makeup.

“Jacuzzi?” Austin suggested, already halfway there.

“Hell yeah!” Troy barked, sprinting after him. Antonia followed, mostly for the drama.

I trailed behind, heart still pounding, water dripping off me in rivers. The jacuzzi was steaming, bubbling like some kind of horny cauldron.

I stepped in, sinking against the tile. Closed my eyes. Tried to calm my pulse.

Footsteps padded on the deck. I opened my eyes. Ayden. Alone.

No Troy. No Austin. No Antonia.

Just him.

“Where’s—”

“Kitchen,” Ayden cut me off, sliding into the water beside me. “Snack break. Guess it’s just us.”

I swallowed. Hard.

He drifted closer, casual, until our thighs brushed under the foam.

“You were good out there,” he teased. “Strong shoulders. Surprising balance.”

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“Wanna see if you can balance… this?”

His foot slid underwater. Found me, rock hard.

I jolted. “Ayden—”

“Shhh.” He teased, gentle at first, then firmer. The heat of the jacuzzi only made it worse — or better. I couldn’t even tell anymore.

“Someone could see—”

“They won’t.” He shifted closer, thigh pinning mine, mouth just at my ear. “They never look close enough.”

He moved close to me, his hand found me, wrist worked slow, precise. The bubbles masked everything — the sound, the movement — but not the feeling.

My hand hovered, unsure, trembling.

He grabbed my wrist, guided it down. Pressed me against him.

“Fair’s fair,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me hanging, cowboy.”

I wrapped my fingers around him. As hard as mine.

The silence between us was indescribable — only the faint hiss of jets, the faint laughter from the kitchen drifting through the glass door.

We found a rhythm.

Underwater, hidden in plain sight.

His forehead pressed to mine, lips barely brushing, not kissing — just there.

“Been wanting this since last time,” he muttered, voice raw.

“Shut up,” I hissed.

He smiled. “Make me.”

My hips jerked into his fist. His hand tightened. My own sped up on him. Heat built, sharp and unstoppable.

“Fuck—” I gasped.

“Together,” he breathed, biting back a laugh. “On three.”

We didn’t even make it to three.

I bit his shoulder to muffle the sound as we both went under, jets roaring loud enough to hide the rest.

When I surfaced, panting, Ayden was already leaning back, head tipped to the stars, grin pure sin.

“See?” he said softly. “Told you no one looks close enough.”

Through the steam, I could see Troy and Austin stumbling back onto the deck, arguing over snacks.

Ayden slid back, cool as ever, letting the bubbles do their work.

“Act normal,” he whispered. “Unless you wanna do round two.”