Chapter Thirteen #3
There’s a sharp intake of breath before I drag my hand down her hip and over to the front of her yellow bottoms. My middle finger dips inside as I slowly tug them down, letting the back of my finger part her lips and run over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.
I look up at her as I glide sticky sweetness over her pussy. “I’ve been thinking about how you taste.”
The cone hits the ground just as my mouth presses to her cunt.
Her whole body contracts, hunched over my head, as I yank her bottoms down further and open-mouth kiss her cunt. She pushes at my shoulders, but I’m an animal with a fistful of her bottoms in one hand as I chase her pussy, wanting more.
“Oh my god,” she squeals before I wrap an arm around her, holding her still so I can eat.
My tongue flattens over her clit before I suck it gently. In turn, Margot hugs my head. She’s completely uninhibited, possessed by her need as I greedily lick and kiss her pussy.
“Please don’t stop,” she pants.
My head moves and tilts as I lick every inch of her clean. Fuck this ice cream. I’ve never tasted anything better than her.
I can’t help myself. I bring my hand to her cunt, gripping it the way I would her face if I were kissing her mouth as I eat and eat.
Her fucking clit pulses against my tongue, but I know that means she’s getting close. It’s time to stop.
Fuck. I can’t stop. I want her coming all over my goddamn face.
“Yes…oh god. Yes…”
Her hips are moving, and my mind is screaming at me. It doesn’t help that my dick is rock hard either.
“Brooks, don’t stop,” she pants.
But with a superhero amount of willpower, I do just that.
I stop.
“Noooo,” she growls.
My mouth leaves her clit with a popping sound as I breathe heavily only inches from her wet cunt. Margot pulls the fuck out of my hair, trying to bring my face back before I nab her wrist and rock back onto my feet to stand.
Oh, if looks could kill, I’d be dead.
Although I’m pretty sure I’m on a future hit list already.
“You…you…” she starts as I use my thumb to wipe my mouth. “Motherfucker.”
My hand hits my chest as I crowd her. “Don’t be mean.”
“Me mean? You’re the mean one. This is cruel and unusual punishment.”
I smirk. “All of us before one of us.”
“Bullshit,” she gripes. “Wells fingered me last night.”
Oh, she’s mean when she’s horny. Fuck getting hangry. This little firecracker gets horngry.
My hand cradles her face as I speak with our lips hovered.
“No, we all fucked you last night. Because you watching me crack the fuck out of Brody while Wells had his fingers in that tight pussy was all of us, just in a way you could handle. Let me ask you something.” Her chest rises taller as I touch our lips together, speaking in between the kiss.
“You still overthinking shit? Or are you only thinking about us?”
There’s silence before I smile because I already know the answer. Her bottoms are put back in place, her shorts long forgotten, before I bend and toss her over my shoulder, chuckling as she squeals.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I tease, slapping her ass.
I carry her back to the beach, her giggles floating around me. But all I can think is that it’s fitting that “Cake by the Ocean” is pumping from the speakers.
Because I definitely plan to have her for dessert again before this week is up.
wells
I walk into the kitchen, a frown on my face.
“Hey,” I toss out to Brody, about to ask him a question, but he looks pissed as he throws away something charred to death. So I pivot from my initial thought and say, “You good?”
“No,” he grumbles before tossing the pan into the sink. “I’m scorching shit over here. Blue-balling her, apparently, has the same effect on the person giving it. All I can think about is her pussy.”
A chuckle starts, then stops as he glares at me. Before I can speak, Brooks walks into the kitchen from the opposite end. He runs his hands through his hair before dramatically flopping the whole top half of his body onto the counter, then humping it.
Now I laugh.
“Fuck.” He looks up at Brody and me. “Can we stop this dumbass plan? I wanna be knee-deep in her so bad.”
“Jesus,” I say, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Get it together.”
They’re about to protest and cuss at me when a shared thought simultaneously strikes them.
“Wait a minute,” Brooks says, standing, his eyes locked on me.
“Yeah,” Brody piggybacks. “Why aren’t you with her right now? It’s your turn, then we get to fuck her.”
I cross my arms. There’s no way I tell them I can’t find her. They’ll lose their minds.
“I’m doing exactly what I planned. Don’t worry about me. Go suck each other off.”
“Not enough recovery time,” Brody growls, still looking at me suspiciously.
But Brooks chuckles. “Plus, he joined the premature ejaculator club today.”
Brody levels a glare at him.
I laugh, thinking, This is a good time to make an exit, before I tap the counter and turn around to head out the way I came in, but Brooks says, “Hold up.”
I freeze, wincing.
“The sound bath is out this way.”
My feet pivot slowly because I’m a terrible liar, and they’re going to see it all over my face. I’m right because Brooks points at me, snapping his fingers before he looks at Brody.
“You don’t know where she is, do you?”
I shake my head, groaning, “No…”
They’re so fucking dramatic because their arms toss in the air, and they yell, “We’re screwed,” and “Goddammit.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck off. This is your fault. You two took it too far. She’s probably upstairs, rubbing one out.”
Our eyes snap to each other before we break and race to the stairs, fighting with each other, pushing and shoving to be first all the way up to her room.
margot
Moon: Is the lifeguard on the way?
Me: Yeah, a really nice couple called for help.
Moon: I can’t believe you.
Eleanor: I won’t tell you how hard I’m laughing, but I wish your life was a movie.
Mille: It would be my comfort show for real.
Samantha: Isn’t someone supposed to pee on you?
I look away from my phone when the last text comes up.
Leave it to me to decide the best idea I’ve ever had is to spontaneously become a fucking marathon jogger.
All because I’m so horned up that if I don’t expend the energy, I might fuck a paddleboard.
So I go for a jog along the beach, powering through for about a mile until my lungs feel like they may explode, until I stumble into the water, only to get stung by a fucking jellyfish.
Me: I’d rather eat a literal turd than ask the old man next to me to whip out his dick and strain his prostate like an SOS signal to piss on my foot.
Me: A literal fucking turd.
There are bubbles but no messages until nothing but laughing emojis come through. But I’m grumpy and hot. And even in my despair, only thinking about dick.
Moon: Definitely no pee. Depending on the species, it could make it worse.
“Okay, nerd,” I snap before looking apologetically at the helpful elderly couple next to me, then turn my attention back to my phone.
Me: I should hold out and never sleep with them because this is their fault.
I’ve been lying here waiting on Baywatch, so I’ve caught the girls up on today’s events.
Samantha: Edging is the best and the WORST.
Eleanor: Agreed. I refuse it. I told Crew that if he denies me an orgasm, I’d fuck his friends.
Millie: Hey!
Eleanor: He knows more people than Nate and TJ, Mills.
Millie: True, true. My bad.
My fingers hit the keys harder than necessary.
Me: Well, I’m pretty sure they only know each other, so fucking the friends won’t work. And honestly, I feel like I’m going to explode. I’ve never run a day in my life, and I easily did a mile. That’s what they’ve done to me.
Moon: You think that’s what marathon runners do before the big race? Everyone’s just dry humping and orgasm denying before they hear the gun?
I laugh despite being in the foulest mood of my life. But my happiness is short-lived because it suddenly makes a detour to surprise when I hear, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
My head whips over my shoulder, and standing behind me in flip-flops, no shirts, just shorts, are Brody, Brooks, and Wells.
Wells squats down and pinches my chin between his fingers. “If you wanted a golden shower, you could’ve just asked.”
The elderly couple next to me gasps, making me laugh. Because I can’t believe they’re standing here.
“How’d you find me?”
Brooks chuckles. “Moon caught us breaking into your room.”
“And why were you breaking in?” I counter.
“To hide the toys.” Brody smirks. “Just in case.”
I scowl right back in the thick of my mood. “Oh…you…”
Wells raises his brows with a grin. “Be nice. You’ll catch more flies with sugar.”
“What do you guys keep saying? I can’t have one until I have all. Then I’d like to catch all three of you and watch you drown,” I hiss.
But he laughs at me. He fucking laughs before I’m scooped up like a bride into his arms, a kiss planted on my forehead.
“Come on, Cherry. Let’s get you some drugs and in the tub. Then we’ll let you drown us in your pussy.”
All I can do is hide my face against his chest because I could die. Although it sounds as if I’m about to go to heaven, so like Brody said, Fuck it.