I bend forward on my knees and grab a can from the cooler. I suddenly feel dehydrated, like I’m overheating. I pop it open and take a long drink, almost finishing off the entire thing before replying to Kelton.
“It’s not like that,” I finally say. “Not only has he never had a girlfriend, he was very clear that he didn’t want one. He was close to screwing my best friend.” I pause and frown. “Well, my ex-best friend. She stopped being that when she screwed my boyfriend.”
“How many boyfriends have you had?”
“Well, only one.”
“You’ve had one serious relationship. He hasn’t had one. Not that big of a difference, sweetheart.” He taps my leg. “I’ve known him for years, since we were kids, and I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. He’s trying to put up a front because he doesn’t want you to hurt him in the end. He thinks he’s not good enough for you. Give him a chance, and I promise you’ll see he’s worth the risk.”
My attention moves to Zeth. Rose pours a bucket of sand over his head, and he laughs before grabbing it from her and filling it up with water. She tries to run away, but he snatches her and spills it over her head. Rose’s face lights up, and she squeals in excitement.
“And thanks for letting us crash at your place,” Kelton says. “I hope you visit California sometime. You’re always welcome.”
I run my fingers through the sand. “I’d like that.”
I shut my eyes, thoughts of having a family with Zeth trailing through my mind. My stomach flutters. Even though it’ll never happen, it’s nice to fantasize. He’s using me while he’s here. He’s leaving soon, and I’ll be stuck trying to find someone that can even come close to making me feel the emotions he does. Someone who wants me to be me and doesn’t judge me for it. Someone who makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.
“Come on,” I say, flashing Zeth a flirty smile. “I want to show you something.”
I grab his hand and use all of my strength to try to pull him up the stairs. He laughs at my sad attempt and starts to follow me. I try my hardest to walk seductively down the hallway, but I’m not sure how sensuous I actually look. I’ve never been one of those girls who oozes sex appeal.
“Your bedroom?” he asks, stopping in the doorway.
I drop his hand and walk backward. “I want you to fuck me in here.”
His dark eyes radiate.
“In my bed.”
He rubs his forehead. “I thought we were going to think outside the box, princess? Don’t get me wrong; I’m more than willing to fuck the shit out of you in here, but I also want you to open yourself up to new things.”
“I’ve never had sex with anyone in my bed. I was always scared to bring Cam up here, but I think it’s time for me to see how this bed holds up.” I walk across the room and plop down on my bed. “Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
“I think you’re a fucking genius,” he says. “What do you want your lesson to be today?”
I spread my legs as a show and hold my finger to the corner of my lips. “I’m thinking oral?”
Eagerness flickers in his eyes. “Oral? That sounds like a perfect plan for today’s study session.”
His gaze drifts to my mouth. I scoot back, telling him to come closer, and he climbs on my bed. He captures my lips with his and slips his tongue in my mouth.
I push his chest to move him back, and settle myself on my knees, not wasting any time unzipping his jeans. I need to see him … to taste him.
“What are you going to do with me, baby?” he asks. His eyes focus on me dragging his jeans down his legs.
“I told you, oral.”
I squeeze my thighs together and tremble with need at the sight of his bulging erection in front of me. I was clueless what to do last time I took him in my mouth, but he’d eased me into it. I knew he enjoyed it by the sounds falling from the back of his throat. I want to make him come apart like he does me. I want him to get off in my mouth.
“Don’t fucking call it oral, Addison,” he says, stopping my mouth from getting any closer. “Tell me you’re going to suck my cock.”
I pull in a deep breath and articulate each word. “I’m going to suck your cock.”
“Then get to it.”
I take his cock in my hand, pump it up and down, and grin at the feel of him hardening under my fingers. I swallow hard, my mouth watering, and take him in my mouth.
“Suck me good.”
I glance up at him. “How do you like it?”
“Use those plump lips. Move them up and down my cock. No teeth. And don’t forget about my balls.”
I did this with Cam a few times before we started having sex, and I hated it. He’d practically shove his cock down my throat until I choked. Eventually, I hated giving him blowjobs so much I gave him my virginity to get out of them.
He pulls in a deep breath through clenched teeth when I lick his swollen tip that’s begging for attention. “You’re going to enjoy sucking me, I promise. And if you do a good job, I’ll return the favor by licking your pussy until you soak my tongue.”
Holy shit. My panties just flooded.
I focus on working his cock in my mouth, taking tips from him on how he likes it. I’m surprised how much licking his delicious cock is turning me on–surprised I’m enjoying it.
I put more work into it when I notice his breathing grow heavier. I glance up and notice beads of sweat dripping around his hairline. He’s close. I want him to do it in my mouth. I want to know what he tastes like.
I feel a slight pain when he snags my hair, presses his fingers against my scalp roughly, and pulls me away from him while I try to fight it. I sigh and push him back when he releases me.
“What the hell?” I scream. “Why do you keep stopping me?”
“Because I’m not fucking busting in your mouth.”
“Why? I want to taste you.”
“I want to feel your pussy. If I go in your mouth, it’ll take me a few minutes to get back up. I’m not wasting any time. I’ll let you taste my cum another time, but it’s not happening right now.”
“Oh.” The word pops out of my mouth, and I feel stupid.
A rush of shock smacks into my chest when he yanks my legs up. He doesn’t give me any warning before dipping his head between my thighs. My nerves tick while he devours me, slipping his tongue in and out of my heat quickly. I can feel the sensations running through my body everywhere.
He gets me off once… twice … or three times … I can’t keep up. His tongue feels amazing. He’s an expert at this.
He snatches a condom from his pocket, and when he slides inside me, I feel more alive than I ever have. The arousal and thrill of this is taking me over. My leg muscles burn when he grips my ankles and rests them on the top of his shoulders. I stare at him while he focuses on our connection between my legs. I bring myself up to look and lose my breath. The sight of him driving in and out of me is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
The slapping of our bodies and our loud moans take over my bedroom.
“Do I feel better than him?” he asks, slamming into me harder, his voice tight.
I don’t answer him. I can’t answer him.
“Does my cock feel better than his?”
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Then fucking tell me.” His eyes are heated, ready to set me on fire.
“It feels better … so much better … you fuck me so much better.” My breaths are coming out in spasms, my heart is beating like I’m on a rollercoaster, and I’m close to letting it go.
“Fuck yes.”
He picks up his pace. More thrusts, more moans, more sensations. I never want this to end. My headboard is smacking into the wall, my bed creaking with every drive of his cock, but I don’t care if anyone hears. This is what I’ve seen in the movies. This is what it’s like to have sex right, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. Who knows how much longer Zeth will be here.
He keeps slamming into me until I come
apart. I yell to the ceiling and try to catch my breath. I hold my legs up higher, giving him that extra push, and he grunts out his release.
“Wow,” I breathe out. “We were … very vocal.”
He slides out of me and gets up to toss the condom in the trashcan next to my desk. “Vocal is good. It’s nice to know how a girl likes being fucked, how good your dick feels inside her, and how much more she wants. Do you not like it when I tell you how good your pussy is?”
“I loved it,” I rush out without even thinking. Dear God, that sounded too school-girl-ish. “I mean …”
He grins. “You loved it, don’t try to retract now.”
16
Zeth
She looks nervous.
Her nervousness makes me nervous.
“You got something to say?” I ask. I’ve never been one with patience.
I hold myself up to drink in the sight of her sprawled underneath me with her hair spilled across a pillow. My spine tingles. She looks breathtaking while staring up at me with lustful eyes. A thin white sheet is the only thing covering her.
We’re recuperating, regaining our energy from another round. She is far from being a bore in bed. No, the girl fucking loves sex. It was her boyfriend. The dumbass missed out on something good.
I play with my fingers. I can’t believe they’ve had the pleasure of touching her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. The finest taste I’ve ever savored. I shut my eyes and inhale the pleasant scent of sex lingering through her bedroom.
“Do you want to sleep in here?” she asks, practically stuttering out her words.
I scratch my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
A heavy sigh falls from her mouth. I can see the disappointment on her face. I can’t stay the night with her. This is only momentary. We need to remember that. I’m not her boyfriend. I’m not going to marry her. We aren’t going to do any of that romantic shit here. It’s a fling, a summer affair, and then we’ll both go our separate ways.
“I talked to my mom earlier,” she goes on. “You don’t have to worry about them coming home and walking in on us.”
Her fingers feel hot roaming along my chest. She’s anxiously waiting for my answer. If I say yes, we’re taking a big risk. Quickies are safer than a full night thing.
“What about Sally?” I don’t think she’ll say anything, but you never know. Her job would be on the line.
“She’s taking a few days off. We’re fine.” She slaps my arm playfully. “So stop being all paranoid.”
I lean down to grab a pillow at the foot of the bed. I smack my hand against it a few times and make myself comfortable.
“I guess I’m all yours then, princess,” I say, caving. I can’t say no to her. If I did get up and leave, I’d be laying in bed all night pissed at myself that I’m not with her.
I wind my arm around her curvy waist and pull her into my side. “And fuck, this bed is comfortable. They got my ass on bricks down there. We’re trading.”
She laughs and falls on her back while still in my arms. “I like your friend.”
“Talking about my best friend isn’t something I want to do while laying in bed naked with you. There are so many other things we could talk about … or do.”
“How long have you guys known each other?”
“Since fifth grade. He’s always had my back. I’ve always had his.”
“And Rose, she loves you. You’re going to make a great dad someday.”
I square up my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m not planning on that ever happening.”
“You don’t want to have kids?”
“No,” I say, stolidity. If something happens to Kelton, sure I’d take Rose in, but I’m never having my own children.
She’s expressionless. “Why not?”
“Kids aren’t my thing.”
Her eyebrows furrow together, and her swollen lips pout. “Did you not hear me say Rose loves you?”
“I’m not going to be a sucky dad like the one I have.”
“You’d be a good dad.”
“Just drop it, okay.” The tone of my voice startles her, and I blow out a noisy breath before looking away from her.
She lifts herself up and pulls my face towards her. Her deep-set eyes focus on me. “Damn, why all the attitude? Don’t be pissed because I’m telling you the truth.”
I kiss her cheek and give her a faint smile. “It’s a sensitive subject.”
“Okay, sorry.”
She settles next to me again, and we lay there in silence. I pause, struggling to find the right words and fighting with myself on whether to tell her. We’re not supposed to get this close, this personal. Sure, my cock has been inside her, but it’s harder to share words with someone than it is to share my dick.
“I fucked this chick when we were both seventeen,” I say.
Her eyes dart up to look at me.
“I borrowed a condom from Kelton, some cheap ass one, and it broke. She got pregnant and had an abortion without telling me. I only found out months later because her friend got pissed at her and spilled the beans. No one knows this. Not even Kelton.”
She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with concern. “I’m so sorry.”
“I never got that choice. My dad wanted me to be aborted. He wouldn’t even think of having a child. But here I was, pissed off that she didn’t give me a choice to save my kid.” I’m trying to hide my disappointment. It was for the best. “I guess that’s a sign it’s not meant to be. That I’ll be a bad dad.”
“Or a sign that she’s a bitch for not even asking you if you wanted to keep the baby.” She takes a deep breath. “My period was late once. Right after I started having sex with Cam. I wasn’t on birth control yet. I called him freaking out, and he immediately told me we were going to the abortion clinic in another town, no questions asked. Like your mom, I told him I’d never do that, and he said he’d dump me if I didn’t. Lucky for me, I got my period three days later. Cam apologized, saying he wasn’t thinking straight, and promised he would never leave me.”
“Another sign that he’s a fucking asshole.”
She laughs. “At least, I found out early.”
“So what’s up with the doves?”
She hides her face, like she’s embarrassed.
“And here I thought you wouldn’t even know where a tattoo shop was, you little sneak.”
“I got them on my eighteenth birthday. I wanted to do something rebellious.” She shakes her head. “Oh God, that sounds so stupid and immature.”
“You wouldn’t believe how many people come in on their eighteenth birthday.” The problem is their tattoos are usually cliché as fuck. Nothing original. YOLO, Chinese symbols, their lover’s name. They’ll regret them five years down the road and pay more to get them removed or covered up.
“I got them as a reminder that I’ll be free and on my own soon. Doves are beautiful, they’re free, and my dad always said they were his favorite bird because they reminded him of a new day.”
“They’re like you,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful. You’re free. You’re pure spirited.”
17
Zeth
I wake up to breakfast in bed.
Fucking breakfast in bed.
I was right. Addison is straight wife material. I hate the fucker that’ll make her happy after we end things.
I can’t control the grin on my face as I sit up and rub my eyes while she places a tray on my lap. “Damn, babe. You sure know how to spoil a guy.”
She shrugs. “You’re helping me out. It’s the least I could do.”
She’s standing at the side of the bed looking delectable. I’m tempted to throw the tray off my lap and replace it with her. I can make out the outline of her nipples through her thin, pink tank top. Another pair of those small ass shorts she always seems to be sporting when I’m around covers her pussy. She’s trying to torture me.
“You’re letting me eat your pussy, that�
�s plenty,” I say. I scoop up a bite of French toast smothered in strawberry syrup and shove it in my mouth. “But this is pretty good.”
She twirls a loose, blonde curl behind her ear. “Were you doubting my breakfast making skills? Unlike my sex skills, they’re pristine.”
I throw my head back. “First off, your sex skills are phenomenal. In my defense, on your cooking, you have someone make you breakfast daily.”
She gives me an annoyed look.
“Now get your ass up here, so I can share.”
I feed her half my breakfast and make sure I lick every drop of sweet syrup from her face. We hang out in bed for hours. I’ve never done this with a chick before. I’ve also never watched annoying chick flicks back to back. Never had a woman snuggle up to my side, wrap herself in my arms, and explain why The Notebook is the saddest movie in the history of romantic movies. In my opinion, it’s the most boring movie I’ve ever seen.
She brings herself up when the last movie ends.
Thank fuck that’s over.
“There’s another thing I’ve wanted to do,” she says.
“You name it.”
“I want to go skinny dipping.”
My dick instantly stirs to life. Her ass bounces when she jumps out of bed and opens up a drawer. I keep my eyes glued to her as she starts pulling stuff out.
“Whoa whoa,” I say, stopping her. “What the hell are you doing?”
She looks at me with confusion. “Uh … changing into my bikini.”
I shake my head and tsk her. “Nu uh, babe. We’re going skinny-dipping. That means your sexy ass is going to be naked.”
Her face falls. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. We’re not taking any more time than necessary. You’re going to walk your pretty ass downstairs, grab us towels, and then strip by the pool.” I lick my lips. “I want you to jump in. I’ll be right behind you. After that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
Her eyes grow. “Alrighty, then,” she says, slowly. She crams her suit back in the drawer and slams it shut.
I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth as it waters and watch her.
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