CHAPTER 30 Millie Monroe
I Offered to Rub Them
“Why were you thrashing around in the water?” he asks as we take our flippers off after our deep-sea adventure.
I wince a little. “A fish brushed against my leg.”
He stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“What?” I ask as I toss my flippers into a bin.
“A fish? In the ocean? Oh my God, sound the alarms!”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, and he laughs. “It scared me! I thought it was like a jellyfish or something, and I didn’t want you to have to pee on my leg.”
“So you kicked me in the balls instead?” he asks.
“Not on purpose! I’m sorry! I offered to rub them!”
A woman with two kids opens the gate to the station where we left our shoes, clearly having overheard our entire conversation.
“Why would someone rub someone else’s balls, Mommy?” one of the kids asks.
My eyes widen, and Archer chokes on something.
I make an apologetic face at the mom, mutter, “Sorry,” and grab my shoes. I take off with Archer right behind me, laughing his ass off.
I storm over toward the waterslides, and he gives me a look like I’m nuts as I fold my arms over my chest. I drum my fingertips against my bicep. “Let’s go, slugger.”
He shoots me a wry glare, and then he leads the way up the stairs.
Up, up, up we go. There must be more than a hundred stairs to get to the top, and I’m winded by the time we arrive. Archer, however, is not. He’s nervous, but he’s not panting the way I am. He’s not feeling the burn in his calves the way I am, either.
It’s both hot and annoying at the same time.
“You first,” he says, holding out a hand.
“There are two slides,” the worker at the top says. We’re the only two up here. “You can go at the same time, like a race. Whenever you’re ready.” He nods to the two slides, and if I know Archer Bradley, I know he’s not going to lose to a girl.
“Race you down!” I say, and I grab the bar at the top of the slide, cross my legs, and take the leap.
It’s like jumping off a cliff, and it’s sort of like we’re doing it together.
It’s freaking exhilarating. I keep my legs crossed despite the pressure of the water decidedly trying to uncross them, and my heart leaps up into my throat as adrenaline pumps through me.
The slide shoots me through a tunnel with fish on either side of me, and then I’m dumped out into a pool at the end. I come up from the water laughing at the exact same time that Archer does—also laughing.
“Who won?” he yells to the lifeguard at the end of the pool.
He thumbs in my direction, and I can’t help a little jump for joy.
“Ha! Beat ya, sucker!” I gloat.
He laughs, and I laugh, and God, this feels good.
So good that we ride again, and I win again.
We spend the rest of the afternoon trying out all of the slides in the waterpark within the resort. The weather is perfect with not a cloud in the sky, and we take turns reapplying sunscreen on each other. We laugh, we kiss, we grow closer.
Too close, I think. We’re not supposed to be bonding over these things. It’s just supposed to be a fling.
But the more time I spend with him, the more I don’t want it to just be a fling.
I can’t pretend like fate isn’t at play here. We’re at the same resort for the exact same span of time? What are the chances?
It can’t all be random. I have to believe some higher power is at work. And if there is, who am I, a petty mortal, to ignore it?
I can’t.
I don’t want to.
But getting in any deeper with him is dangerous territory. Getting any deeper will allow my heart to get involved, and it’ll only be broken when the inevitable end comes.
My only real option here is to bury those thoughts nice and deep and to enjoy the time I have here while I have it.
The sun starts to sink down into the ocean, and Archer slips a hand around my waist as we wait in line for another slide. “Let’s make this the last one.”
“And then what?” I ask.
He raises a brow, and he leans in closer so his words are just for me. “And then I take you up to my room and I slide those bikini bottoms down your legs so I can taste what’s been hiding beneath them.”
My eyes widen.
“And, you know,” he adds. “You can rub my balls or whatever.”
I burst into giggles.
We ride the last slide, and we dry off before we head up to his suite.
There’s something different in the air between us as we head up. A bond between us that wasn’t there before, maybe. We had fun today. It felt less like fling territory and more like I spent the day with my boyfriend.
We didn’t run into his brother and his ex at all today, either. Maybe that’s why it felt less like we’re faking our way through this and more like it’s the two of us united together.
I took plenty of photos today, and I have a ton of content to talk about in the upcoming days. I can review the slides and the waterpark overall, and I’m already thinking of ways to caption all of it and how to work in some long-form content as well.
But all of that is at the back of my mind for now.
It shouldn’t be. I’m here because of it. Instead, I’m focusing on Archer Bradley, as I find myself getting in way too deep.
The moment we’re closed into privacy in his room, his mouth is on mine.
He’s all over me, really, as I jump up and link my legs around his waist, my hands finding his jaw as we take this kiss from needy to urgent.
His hands move under my ass to support me, and he walks us through his suite toward the bedroom.
He doesn’t set me down, instead lowering me to the bed until he’s on top of me and I’m lying on my back, my legs still wrapped around him.
He rolls his hips, and I gasp as I feel how hard he is.
When he breaks from my lips to trail his mouth down my neck, I can’t help the little quip.
“Are your balls up to this?”
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, merriment in his. “I’m good to go.” He shoves his hips at me as if he’s trying to prove himself, and I grunt.
“Feels like you’re ready,” I murmur.
He reaches for the fabric covering one of my tits, and he pulls it aside as he takes my nipple in his mouth. He reaches down and bypasses the bikini bottoms he talked about earlier, thrusting a finger right into me.
“Feels like you’re ready, too,” he says as he presses a kiss to my breast. He trails kisses as he moves down.
“Oh, Archer, I’m so ready for you,” I murmur, my hands finding his hair as he keeps trailing his way down.
He slides my bikini bottoms off as promised. “Scoot up a little,” he demands, and I follow the order. “That’s perfect.” He moves off the bed and pulls his swim trunks off, leaving them on the floor. He climbs over me and reverses, and then he positions himself so his cock is inches from my face.
I grab onto it and pump it a few times before I take it into my mouth, and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so goddamn perfect. Just like that while I fuck you with my mouth.” He bends down, and then there’s no more talking as he gets to work.
His tongue is inside me and he’s rubbing my clit as his cock fills my mouth, and it takes all my effort to put the focus on pleasuring him instead of on how good his mouth feels on me.
He starts to thrust his hips, taking some of the power away from me as he fucks my mouth.
It’s hot as hell, and I bring a hand up to stroke the base of his cock as he thrusts in as deeply as he can.
He hums against me, the vibration sending a shock of need through me, the pleasure never letting up as he thrusts a finger inside me and continues to work me with his tongue.
I’m in a frenzy as the need to come plows into me. I want to scream out some words, but his cock is moving in and out of my mouth, and I can’t stop pleasuring him as he pleasures me.
I feel it as my release plows into me, the contractions ripping through me as I suck his cock harder, my legs and lower body thrashing at the onslaught of pleasure as it ripples through every part of me.
I’m humming, moaning, grunting, my throat constricting around him, and he doesn’t give me a warning other than to pull back just a little as he starts to come, too.
I feel the warmth as it shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down around him, sucking harder and harder as the cum erupts out of him over and over in hot bursts until he’s depleted.
Both of our bodies sated, we slow into a soft afterglow together. He climbs off and moves so he’s positioned beside me, lying on his back. He pulls me over so my head is on the crook of his shoulder, my arm flung over him, and my fingertips resting on his chest as he tightens his grip around me.
He leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head, and it’s so sweet and intimate that it breaks my heart a little. Is it really so bad that I wish this could last a little longer than just this month?
It doesn’t get better from there. We lie together a while, order in some dinner and drinks, and make love afterward.
He uses a condom this time since we’re in his room and they’re handy, and we’re just in standard missionary position as he moves languidly on top of me, our eyes connecting here, our lips connecting there.
It’s slow and sensual, and it pushes my heart a little closer to his.
I’m starting to wish I never said the words no strings, no ties, no hearts involved. Because the more time I spend with him, the more my heart is starting to get involved, no matter how much I try to resist it.