Chapter 33 #2
“As a matter of fact, I’m hard right now, thanks to you and that freaking swimming costume and how hard your nipples are.”
“Seriously, you’re hard?” she asks, almost as if she doesn’t believe me.
“I am.” When she shakes her head, I say, “Fine, I dare you to feel just how hard I am.”
Her eyes widen, the game becoming that much more real in a matter of seconds for her.
Her lips twist ever so slightly to the side, her mind reeling, so I decide to help her out. “Or truth…are you scared to see just how hard I am because you might like it?”
That makes her eyes narrow and I can see that I struck a chord with her.
I might have pushed the limits, but honestly, I don’t care, because I can see the curiosity in her eyes.
She wants to touch me, she wants to be near me, she enjoys my company, but she’s not taking that final step, so I might as well push her in the direction.
“Are you going to quit on me?” I ask.
Her teeth pull on the corner of her lower lip before she finally gives in and swims over to me.
I hold my breath as she grows closer and closer until we are mere inches from each other. I hold my breath as, eyes on me, she slowly moves her arm underwater until I feel the palm of her hand connect with my leg.
“That’s my thigh,” I say, my heart hammering in my chest, my dick growing even more with anticipation.
Nodding, she slides her hand over, so fucking slow, until her palm finally connects with my length.
“Jesus,” I mumble as her fingers slightly curl around my shaft.
“This bathing suit is thin…like mine.”
“I honestly don’t even know what you just said,” I reply. “My brain is short-circuiting. Did you ask me a question or was that a compliment?”
“Neither,” she says, still holding me. “Just an observation.”
“Right, okay.” I blow out a heavy breath. “Gossy, unless you plan on pumping my cock, I suggest you remove your hand or my hips might start involuntarily moving.”
“That horny?”
“That horny for you,” I answer honestly, which puts the smallest of smirks on her face before she pulls away.
I let out a deep breath and try to think of something, anything, that might help me…deflate, but it feels so goddamn impossible as she floats next to me, sexy as shit, wet…Did I come here to torture myself? Because that’s what it’s feeling like right now.
“Truth or dare?” she asks.
“Truth,” I say, sticking with the easy.
“What’s your secret bedroom talent?”
I push my hand through my hair. “Uh…I don’t know. I feel like whatever I’m going to say will sound conceited.”
“Probably, but I want to hear what you think anyway.”
“Okay, well, I’m good at going down on women. They come on my tongue within a minute, every time.”
Her head tilts to the side in disbelief.
“I know where the G-spot is and how to play with it. I’ve been known to make women squirt, which I believe is a secret talent.
I also know how to make a woman have multiple orgasms. In addition, I’ve made a few women come just from nipple play, so I don’t know…
I guess I’m the jack-of-all-trades in the bedroom. ”
She stares at me for a few seconds. “Yeah, you’re right. You do sound conceited.”
“You’re the one who asked.”
“A simple ‘nipple play’ would have been a good answer.”
“And miss out on the opportunity to brag?” I shake my head. “No thanks.”
“I should probably know that at this point.”
“You should.” I move in closer. “It’s kind of your fault.”
“Probably is.” She dips her head back into the water and then rises again, my eyes tracking every droplet that runs down her neck, straight to her chest.
Why did I think this was a good idea again?
Because at this rate I’m never going to be able to get out of the water.
“So are you going to ask me truth or dare?”
“Do you want another one?”
She shrugs. “Might as well finish the night with a banger.”
A banger…
What does she mean by that?
She swims by me, her shoulder brushing mine, a wicked smile tugging on her lips. Is she looking for more? Does she want more?
I have no goddamn idea, because she’s the one who said she wanted to be friends, but the way she’s eyeing me and how she keeps swimming by, brushing me with her hand…
Am I imagining this?
“Truth…or dare?” I ask, my vocal chords feeling tight, anticipating a dare.
She swims by me again and runs her fingers over my arm as she says, “Truth.”
Huh.
That’s not what I was expecting.
I run my hand over my jaw, my five-o’clock shadow feeling like sandpaper on my palm. “Umm, what are your top three places to be touched?”
Grinning, she says, “Below the ear.”
Noted.
“Nipples—specifically rolled between fingers.”
Gulp, okay, yup. Got it.
“And then with two fingers”—she holds them out of the water—“right between my legs, against my clit.”
Annnnnnnd I might come in my suit.
Yes.
Between her answers, the way she posed on that rock, and the light touches, I’m going to be hard for fucking days.
“Those are, uh…those are great answers. I like touching those places too, so wow, we have a lot in common. Kind of cool, right?”
“Are you…rambling?” she asks, a brow raised.
“What? Me?” I wave my hand at her. “No, I don’t ramble. I’m chill, I’m not thinking about your nipples or anything like that, just swimming in a pond, unfazed, just like you, because you look unfazed. Are you?”
“Completely.”
“Yeah, same.” I nod slowly, letting the water ripple around me. “So unfazed, probably the most unfazed I’ve ever been.”
“Good.”
“Yes, great.” I press my lips together, attempting to seem nonchalant even though I have a raging hard-on below the water with no end in sight.
“Glad we could establish that. Okay, your turn: truth or dare? And you can’t say truth. You’ve done that all night.”
“How is that fair? You can’t dictate what I want.”
“I can and I will. So, say dare.”
I splash some water at her playfully. “You really think you can control me like that?”
“I do.”
“Well…you’re right.” She laughs. “Dare.”
An evil smile spreads across her face, so I hold my hand up. “For the record, if you make me get out of this water, you’re going to have quite the show. So just warning you now.”
She squints, mulling over what she’s going to do, and after what feels like forever, she says, “Okay, for the next minute, you will let me touch you wherever I want.”
Uhh…
Pardon me?
*Cleans out ear*
Did I just hear that right?
She said touch me wherever she wants, right?
Like…wherever?
Because if so, my dick just celebrated by doing the goddamn can-can.
“Touch me?” I ask.
She nods. “Wherever I want.”
“I mean, sure, have at it. Touch away. I’m yours.”
Smirking, she swims closer to me, my heart stilling in my chest, her hand reaching out.
“Just so you know,” I say, clearing my throat. “That’s not a log in my pocket. In fact, I’m happy to see you.”
She laughs and then closes the space between us, bringing her hand right to my…nose.
She bops it.
She boops it.
She strokes the bridge.
“Seriously?” That makes her chuckle.
“Where did you think I was going to touch you?”
“I don’t know, somewhere much farther south than my nose.”
Her brow rises. “Are you a toe person?”
“I’m not talking about my toe,” I say.
“Then what are you talking about?” Her hand skims down my face, to my neck.
“Were you talking about your collarbone?” Her fingers graze over my skin.
“Or was it your chest?” Her eyes connect with mine as my heart begins to beat faster.
“Or lower?” she asks, her fingers dragging down, under the water.
“Um, you know, whatever you want—”
“Or even lower?” She skims the back of her nails over my abs and I can actually hear myself gulp.
Jesus fuck.
“That’s, uh, that’s low.”
“Did you want lower?” she asks, her fingers now running along the waistband of my trunks.
I bite the inside of my cheek. Her entire approach is stealing my voice, because what the hell am I supposed to say in this situation?
Yeah, lower, love, grip my cock. Stroke me, pull me out of my swimsuit and have a fucking night with me.
Use me.
“You’ve gone silent on me,” she says.
“Yeah, because all the blood in my body is rushing to my dick.”
“Is it?” she asks, her hand moving just another inch more, connecting with the side of my erection.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, my hands landing on her hips as I try not to lose my balance.
“This was what you were looking for, wasn’t it?” she asks, her fingers dancing along my shaft now. “But I’m not sure this is what friends do.”
“It’s not,” I say, lifting her chin with my finger. “But I don’t think I ever said I wanted to be friends. That was on you.”
Her eyes study mine, searching, trying to read me. I’m an open book, love, read me all you want.
I want you.
I like you.
Friends is not even close to what I want where you’re concerned.
She wets her lips and takes a sharp breath of air as I lower my mouth to the spot below her ear where she said she liked to be touched. I press my lips along her skin, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly, granting me better access.
My hand slides to her lower back, keeping her in place while I work down her neck, my other hand gliding up her side.
“God,” she breathes heavily, her hand now cupping me.
My mind’s firing off with excitement, like someone just lit a bunch of fireworks.
She squeezes my cock and I groan against her skin while sliding my hand farther up her swimming costume until I reach the side of her breast that isn’t covered.
My thumb rubs over her soft skin, grazing across the hem of the suit, slipping just under it so the pad of my thumb is pressing against her bare breast.
Her spare hand falls to the back of my head as I kiss up her neck, moving her toward the embankment at the same time. When her back gently hits it, I press her into the side, my thumb now sliding over her nipple, causing her to let out a deep breath while her leg curls around mine.
“Fuck,” I whisper into her ear, needing so much more, wanting to get her naked to explore her.
So, taking a chance, I slide the strap of her suit down her shoulder, exposing her breast to the humid night air. When she doesn’t stop me, I cup her, taking her nipple between my fingers, rolling it—
“Oh my God,” she whispers in awe, just as her hand pulls away from my cock and lands on my chest.
I remove myself from her neck and look into her eyes as she pushes gently, telling me to back off, so I do. I take a step back as she adjusts her swimming costume.
“I, uh…I need to get back to my house. It’s late.”
“Uh, sure,” I say. “Just let me—”
“I can do it myself. Don’t worry.” She hops out of the pond in a flash. I don’t even have a second to stop her.
She grabs her towel, wraps it around her, and says, “See you tomorrow.”
“Wait, Renley. It’s dark out.”
“I’m fine. Okay, good night.”
And then she takes off without me.
What the hell just happened?