Chapter 25 #2
With every ounce of strength I have, I paddle toward the spot she hit and fling myself into the water, going under. The minute I don’t instantly see her, I start to panic and resurface.
“Sally!” I call out, but there’s no response. It isn’t until a moment later that I see blonde hair rise in a different spot than where she landed.
“Oh my god, did you see that?”
I can barely hear her as my blood pumps into my heart, and tries to calm down because she’s safe. I reach out and take her into my arms and search every inch that I can see.
“Oliver?” She looks over my concerned expression with confusion.
“Do you know how dangerous those cliffs are?” My jaw clenches at the thought of her hurt because I decided to show off. “You could have been hurt or worse. What if you had broken your leg or hit your head and lost consciousness in the water—”
My rant gets cut off when her lips connect with mine. I want to fight back, but as her lips mold with mine, the words and worry start to fade, and my heart rate returns to normal—or at least as normal as it can get when kissing this sexy girl.
“I’m okay, Ollie.” She pushes her forehead against mine and whispers again, “I’m okay, I’m fine.”
The sunset fully replaces the orange hue of the sky with an electric blue that darkens as the minutes go by. My heart has only just calmed down since Sally gave me the scare of the century.
I know she didn’t mean to scare me, but the girl seems to have no regard for her own life, and that scares me to death.
I know she feels bad about it because she hasn’t smiled since we left the cove. Come on, Oliver, find a way to save the night. This is Sally’s first night staying here at the shack, and I want it to be memorable.
“You can use the shower first,” I say, walking over to the kitchen in search of something I can throw together.
Please let there be something we can eat.
Sally walks to the door before turning to me. “Are you not joining me?”
My mind freezes at her words. I blink a few times at her before recovering. “Do you want me to join you?”
I get my answer when she blushes and rushes into the bathroom. “No, that’s okay. I just thought it was weird you didn’t offer.”
Her sudden embarrassment causes me to grin before I grab a bag of popcorn and pop it into the microwave.
The shower starts, and heat creeps over my body. She was so fucking beautiful on the beach. That girl belongs in the water.
I want to see her in every body of water I visit when I finally start my journey.
Weirdly, the thought of actually leaving Alliance doesn’t cause any sort of unease.
Normally, when I start planning the trip, anxiety drifts in as I think about everything changing while I’m gone, but not this time.
When I think about Sally by my side, the thought of change doesn’t feel bad. It almost feels good.
The pops from the microwave slow down, and I pull it out and pour it into the bowl.
“Oliver,” Sally’s voice comes through the room.
“Yeah?”
“I need some towels.”
Towels? Did I forget to have a clean set for her? I can’t let her use one that’s dirty. I march over to the storage closet only to see that there are no towels in it. Eff my life. We’ve only really kept two different towels in the house—one for Pops and one for me.
“I’m coming in!” I call through the door, opening it up as a wall of steam comes out. My muscles tense from the prospect of seeing Sally naked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find any towel—”
The fresh, gray towel I brought in here earlier is on the toilet seat.
“Princess, I thought you said there wasn’t a towel in here.”
“Oh, my bad.”
I shake my head, ready to leave the room, when a wet hand grabs my wrist. I turn, and my blood stills as Sally stands in the shower, wet pink hair clinging to her collarbone.
My eyes trail down her body slowly, inch by inch, burning it into my memory. Every part of her is beautiful. Sally’s arm covers her tits from my gaze, but my eyes don’t stop wandering until they hit her entire body.
I frown when I see she’s still in her swim shorts, which means there’s still that barrier to work on, but I know this won’t be easy, and I’m not going anywhere. I can clearly see how turned on she is with her pressing up against the shorts, fighting to get out.
Maybe this shouldn’t turn me on, but just the thought of how much she wants me rushes all my blood to my dick.
Sally’s breath hitches, and I realize my mistake as our eyes meet. Her earlier expression shifts into an anxious one.
“Sally—”
“Will you shower with me?” she cuts off my attempt to apologize.
My mind goes blank as she backs away farther into the shower. Without thinking, I throw my clothes off and step into the scalding water, but that doesn’t compare to the heat blooming in my chest when I take in her body. Her perky breasts are in full view now.
I’m not the only one taking in a full view as Sally runs her gaze down my body and stops on my hard cock.
I smirk. “Like what you see?”
Sally lets out a shallow breath, and I pull her into my body. Her breasts press up against me, and my cock pushes against her stomach. The friction is enough to make a small moan ring out.
My arms tighten around her body. I detach her wet hair from her neck and bury my face in the crook.
This time, it’s Sally’s turn to gasp, letting me have full access to her.
Every time I bite down on her flesh, her body pulses against mine. Her hips roll further into my body to the point that we might as well be one.
I capture her lips in mine, eating another moan as our tongues dance together, each of us trying to lead. My hand finds her left breast and gives it a squeeze.
Sally must like that because her entire body vibrates against mine with each flick of my fingers against her nipple.
“You like that, princess?” My tongue swipes across her bottom lip. “You like it when I grab you like this?” I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index finger.
“Oliver,” she whimpers my name, and my blood roars louder.
God, I need to hear her again.
“Sally, you drive me crazy when you say my name,” I say. “Say it again. Please say my name again, just like that.”
“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver.”
I’m so screwed with this girl.
“Oliver.” This time, her voice is firm as she looks at me, a new flare in her eyes.
She lowers her body to the floor, mere inches from my cock. I bite back a noise in my throat as she looks up at me with fake innocence and says, “Let me give you a reward for today.”
“Sally, you—”
She takes the tip of my cock in her mouth, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. A throaty moan explodes from my lips.
“Sally… Fudge, baby.” Her tongue circles around my head.
She takes more of me into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth causes my mind to go blank.
God, this doesn’t feel like any blow job I’ve ever experienced before. The heat from the water running down my spine mixes with Sally as she pumps my entire length in her mouth.
My hand reaches out, taking hold of her hair as she goes to town.
At this rate, I’m not going to last long.
Sally takes my entire cock until it hits the back of her throat, and she gags a little.
That’s certainly an ego booster. My hand on her hair tightens, keeping her in place as my cock rubs against her tongue, still sliding across the skin. Every flick of her tongue as she takes me causes my knees to jump a little.
I’m surprised my legs haven’t given out yet.
“Oliver,” she whimpers around me, and I let go as she pulls back with a popping sound. She takes hold of my base with her hand and places a kiss on it.
“Did you like that, babe?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Her lust-filled eyes don’t leave mine. “Like the way you choked on my cock. God, your mouth feels like it was made for this.”
She answers me by taking it in again. My head shoots back, unable to contain any semblance of calm as she pumps my cock with her mouth and fingers around the shaft.
“Sally, if—if you keep going like that, I’m going to come.” My breath labors with each word, and I can’t keep it in. “Fuck, princess.”
The curse causes Sally to moan around my cock as she continues to deep-throat me. Her eyes flick up to mine, flashing with heat and challenge.
With that, I let go. The pleasure surges causing every part of my body to tense until hot liquid spills into her mouth. Each twitch of my cock sends more pleasure to my head, dizzying my vision with white spots.
I let out a labored breath. “That’s my girl.”
Sally takes my still semi-hard cock out of her mouth and stands up. She wears a smug grin as I’m still trying to catch my breath. A little bit of me is left over in the corner of her mouth.
“You got something…” I reach forward to wipe it, but her tongue darts out, licking it away. My dick twitches like he’s ready for round two. “Let me get you off.”
“Not tonight, okay?” She shakes her head, and I have to suppress a frown.
More walls.
My eyes quickly give her a once-over as she turns to grab some of my body wash, which means she’s going to smell like me tonight. The thought causes another twitch down south.
Sally’s swim shorts stick out to me as I continue to leer at her once again.
Maybe I shouldn’t be disappointed that she doesn’t want me down there, but I want all of her.
It’s not what’s in her pants that turns me on, it’s the trust and vulnerability that heats my blood to a scorching limit.
I refuse to have anything else.