annoyance rapidly shifts into exasperated anger. I jump up out of the chair, yank my headphones out, toss them down, and get right up in his face . . . well, his chest rather, since I’m nearly a foot shorter than him. “Not that I owe you an explanation anyways, just like you don’t owe me one for whoever you had in your room last night! You,” I poke my finger into his sternum, emphasizing the word, “truly,” another poke, “are,” poke, “a,” poke, “dick!” The final poke is more like a jab to the gut, but I’m admittedly a little out of control right now.
Davis stands like a statue throughout my entire rant, his stoic face giving away nothing as far as emotions. “Are you finished?” he asks after my final stab.
I nod impassively, refusing to pull my eyes from his or back away, and wait for him to speak. Then, catching me completely off-guard, he swiftly grabs my face and crashes his lips onto mine.
IT TAKES EVERYTHING I have not to smile as I watch Bristol throw her little fit. Knowing that she came by my place last night, and she’s jealous because she thinks I was there with another chick, makes my ego swell and my cock hard.
Once she’s finished digging her finger into my stomach and calling me a dick — which I usually am, but surprisingly don’t want to be one around her; I refuse to ask myself why this is —I do exactly what I’ve yearned to do since the moment I laid eyes on her . I claim her perfectly pouty lips with mine in demanding, caveman-esque fashion, hoping every person on this beach understands the statement I’m making.
I’m not sure if her ‘friend’ from last night is even out here, but I hope to God he is, because as a guy, I know with certainty the way he looked at her wasn’t how a big brother should look at his little sister . Ever. The way his eyes roamed up and down her body, how his hand splayed out on her bare back, holding her close to him, and the way he called her ‘baby girl’, all said plenty about his true intentions. I’m not usually one to cock-block, especially knowing the reason he’s even here is because something really fucked up has happened in his life, but I’ll be damned if he’s getting anywhere near Bristol while we’re here. She’s mine.
Her lips part with no resistance as the tip of my tongue requests entrance, finally allowing me to savor the taste of her sugary sweetness. My hands glide around her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair as I continue to explore her mouth, our tongues curling around one another’s in an effortless, synchronized movement.
She moans into my mouth, a direct command for my cock to stand at full-attention, and suddenly, I no longer want these other people around us. They’re the only reason I’m not laying her flat on her back in the sand right now and devouring every inch of her body, like I’d promised her I’d do. And based on the way she’s digging her nails into my shoulders and not-so-subtly pressing her body into mine, I’m pretty sure it’s what she wants too.
Without breaking the kiss, I pull my fingers from her hair and lift her under the arms, up to my chest. Instinctively, she locks her ankles around my hips, the scorching heat from between her legs, which is covered only by the thin material of her bikini bottoms, burns through my board shorts, engulfing my now throbbing dick. Fuck.
I spin around and make a beeline for the ocean in desperate need to cool off, feeling like the king of the world with this smart, gorgeous girl clinging to me. Including today, I’ve got twelve days and twelve nights before I have to return to my tormented reality, and I intend to spend every moment I possibly can reveling in all that is Bristol Criswell, pretending for at least a little while that my soul didn’t die in that plane crash.
“Eeeek!” she shrieks into my ear as we barrel into the cool, refreshing water, our bodies still snugly pressed together.
Davis stands like a statue throughout my entire rant, his stoic face giving away nothing as far as emotions. “Are you finished?” he asks after my final stab.
I nod impassively, refusing to pull my eyes from his or back away, and wait for him to speak. Then, catching me completely off-guard, he swiftly grabs my face and crashes his lips onto mine.
IT TAKES EVERYTHING I have not to smile as I watch Bristol throw her little fit. Knowing that she came by my place last night, and she’s jealous because she thinks I was there with another chick, makes my ego swell and my cock hard.
Once she’s finished digging her finger into my stomach and calling me a dick — which I usually am, but surprisingly don’t want to be one around her; I refuse to ask myself why this is —I do exactly what I’ve yearned to do since the moment I laid eyes on her . I claim her perfectly pouty lips with mine in demanding, caveman-esque fashion, hoping every person on this beach understands the statement I’m making.
I’m not sure if her ‘friend’ from last night is even out here, but I hope to God he is, because as a guy, I know with certainty the way he looked at her wasn’t how a big brother should look at his little sister . Ever. The way his eyes roamed up and down her body, how his hand splayed out on her bare back, holding her close to him, and the way he called her ‘baby girl’, all said plenty about his true intentions. I’m not usually one to cock-block, especially knowing the reason he’s even here is because something really fucked up has happened in his life, but I’ll be damned if he’s getting anywhere near Bristol while we’re here. She’s mine.
Her lips part with no resistance as the tip of my tongue requests entrance, finally allowing me to savor the taste of her sugary sweetness. My hands glide around her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair as I continue to explore her mouth, our tongues curling around one another’s in an effortless, synchronized movement.
She moans into my mouth, a direct command for my cock to stand at full-attention, and suddenly, I no longer want these other people around us. They’re the only reason I’m not laying her flat on her back in the sand right now and devouring every inch of her body, like I’d promised her I’d do. And based on the way she’s digging her nails into my shoulders and not-so-subtly pressing her body into mine, I’m pretty sure it’s what she wants too.
Without breaking the kiss, I pull my fingers from her hair and lift her under the arms, up to my chest. Instinctively, she locks her ankles around my hips, the scorching heat from between her legs, which is covered only by the thin material of her bikini bottoms, burns through my board shorts, engulfing my now throbbing dick. Fuck.
I spin around and make a beeline for the ocean in desperate need to cool off, feeling like the king of the world with this smart, gorgeous girl clinging to me. Including today, I’ve got twelve days and twelve nights before I have to return to my tormented reality, and I intend to spend every moment I possibly can reveling in all that is Bristol Criswell, pretending for at least a little while that my soul didn’t die in that plane crash.
“Eeeek!” she shrieks into my ear as we barrel into the cool, refreshing water, our bodies still snugly pressed together.
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