13. Thirteen #2
She teased her lip between her teeth but nodded, and he reached for her, tugging at the pathetic cotton of her underwear that in its soaked state barely concealed a thing.
“I better check,” and though I couldn’t see it, he was obviously running his fingers along her perfect pussy.
Toni, as responsive as ever, practically shook with need.
Then, because they were really trying to torture me, he pulled his hand back and sucked his index and middle finger, moaning at the taste of her.
It was delicious, that honey taste I’d thought about every time I fucked my own palm since last August. Fuck, I’d had to think about these two just to get hard at all for the last eight months.
Now, I was going to watch them fuck, and the most miserable part was knowing exactly how it felt to have them both.
I hung there, using slow waves of my hands to keep me in place, while I fucking floated with a hard-on.
My dick only got stiffer when he dropped his boxers, letting his cock stand proud for a second before wrapping his hand around his shaft and pumping it slowly until a bead of pre-cum pearled at the top.
Then, still working himself over, he knelt behind her, disappearing from my sight. It gave me a second of relief, until Toni moaned, a breathy mewl, followed by another and another. When Xavi, leaned back, visible again, his lips glistened with the taste of her.
“Now you’re ready for me, beautiful.” He thrust into her, and her mewls became hot, throaty words.
“Fuck, Xav, I’ve been thinking about your cock for days.”
“Since our night behind your cabin?” He asked, his most devilish smile showing in the moonlight.
“Yes,” she gasped as he thrust into her.
“Not before that? Hmmm, guess I haven’t been doing my job, then.
” From the water, I watched him pull all the way out of her.
She might not have realized it, but her body instinctively backed up towards him, chasing the high of his dick.
He swatted her ass as she inched closer again, hard enough that she flinched.
“Na-ah,” he tutted, backing away from her again, “Only girls who really crave my dick deserve to get it.” he teased, though the smile on his face as he watched her frustration made it clear as day that Birdie was the only girl he craved.
”Xaviiiiiiii,” she whined, “Please!”
Jesus, he had more willpower than I did. Ignoring the temptation of her pussy and that sweet begging would have had me cracking a tooth. Not Xav. He breezed past her desperation to ask, “So, tell me, wild girl, has it really just been days? Or are you ready to tell the truth?”
Toni huffed, “No.” Brat. I should have figured. That attitude of hers might not show itself so much anymore, but I knew it was still in her.
“Oh, really?” Xavi teased, not just with his words. He rocked forward just enough that the head of his cock must have been pressed against her centre. But when she once again tried to sink back into him, he withdrew.
“Ugh, fine, months.”
“You’ve been thinking about my cock for months?”
"I think about it non-stop,” she replied, earning the biggest smile I’d seen grace Xavi’s face in six years.
“Mmmm, such a cock-hungry little slut for me, huh?”
“Yes,” she panted. He rewarded her by sliding just a bit deeper into her.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, “How long have you been thinking about my cock?”
“Months!” she practically cried with relief as he finally sank all the way back inside of her.
“Ever since our last phone call?”
“Yes,” she groaned, as his hips shot into her again with even more force, “I think about that call all the time.”
He simply chuckled, “Did my dirty girl like hearing me fuck my hand?”
Jesus, they’d been having phone sex. Probably all year. I was a goddamn moron. He kept going, kept fucking her though his own questions, “Did you touch yourself after we hung up? After I came for you?”
She moaned again, struggling to make words with how hard he was railing her.
“You did, didn’t you?” He asked again. This time she nodded, and he slowed his pace.
I was grateful because at this rate I was going to cum in my shorts like a fucking preteen.
Birdie regained her voice with the change, “I came so hard on my hand, Xav, I wanted to call you back so you could watch, but I—"
“Shhh, shhh, I know, beautiful. It’s okay.
” He soothed. Not letting her finish her sentence, he deftly maneuvered her so her body was no longer visible to me, and I was gifted with her star-speckled face as she straddled his lap.
Any curiosity I had about their relationship away from this place was pushed aside by the sounds of their skin-on-skin contact.
The muscles across Xav’s back rippled as he clutched her to him tightly and their bodies began to rock together again.
This was sex in a way I’d never seen it before, with a kind of connection I’d never experienced.
I longed to join them, unwelcomed as I would be.
They were so lost in one another that neither looked away, or even paused, at several loud cracks coming from the water’s edge.
But I did. The noise was immediately recognizable as sticks and twigs snapping under someone’s feet.
On this otherwise quiet night, the only sounds I should have heard were Birdie’s beautiful moans as Xav fucked her so perfectly.
Poking my head out from the trampoline’s shadow, I trolled the shoreline, searching for the source.
Thanks to the moonlight and my eyes, now so well-adjusted to the dark, I was able to make out the blurred shape of person.
Tall, although not as tall as Cole, and moving closer every second.
Not that I could move. Any further and Toni would be able to see me over Xavi’s shoulder.
So, I watched as the shape came into focus and Mitchell stepped out onto the dock.
Every step, I could feel his beady eyes staring hungrily at Birdie and could practically see that animal foaming at the mouth over her.
Meanwhile, my own memories of what he’d done to Toni last summer stoked a flare of rage inside me.
One that burned white-hot when that fucking slimeball reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Before I knew it, I was swimming. I forgot about being seen.
There was no way in hell I was going to let him take pictures of Xav or Toni like that.
This night, these moments, were theirs. I was self-aware enough to register the similarities between what I’d just spent the last twenty minutes doing and what Greer was up to.
I’d just gotten swept up in the beauty of the two of them together.
But I didn’t bust out a camera and film them without their consent.
I was halfway back to the dock when the first flash went off.
The click of the camera lens and blinding white light from the flash finally broke through the haze of love that surrounded them.
Behind me, I heard Toni’s panicked voice ask, “What was that?” followed by Xavi’s concerned, “I don’t know. We should go.”
His words and the scramble of their movements prompted Greer to move, too.
He had been so focused on his little peep show; he hadn’t noticed me slipping right past him to where my clothes still lay in a heap.
In the shallow water, it was easy enough to plant one foot on the lakebed and step the other onto the rough wooden planks.
Still, I had no time to get dressed, or even grab my shoes, because that was the moment that Greer tucked his phone away, ready to scurry back into the night like the rat he was.
Only, he hadn’t expected to come face to face with me, standing there practically naked in dripping boxer shorts, snarling at him.