Chapter 12 #3
His hands come around my thighs, squeezing them as he pulls my pussy even closer to his mouth.
The only sounds are my panting and his groaning.
The pressure from his tongue on my clit becomes too much.
Leaning up a bit, he takes that moment to unclasp my thigh, moving up to my breast. Pinching my nipples, making me gasp from the sensation.
“Yes, Bohdi, just like that,” I praise him and his tongue.
Before he pulls my clit into his mouth, making my body wither.
He mumbles under me, “Don’t come.”
“Okay,” I cry, rocking on his mouth. And I can feel it growing; my toes tingle.
“I’m going to come.” In that moment, I’m pushed from his face and thrown onto the mattress.
My breasts bouncing. I let out a laugh. Bohdi glides over me, my legs open, inviting him in.
His face is glistening from my juices. Leaning down, he steals my lips.
I open them for him, tasting myself on him, and it’s a turn on. I swallow him down, enjoying the taste.
Breaking away from my lips, Bohdi takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down, over my clit to my opening. I try to push myself into his cock, but he slaps my pussy with the tip of his dick. He’s teasing me, knowing I’m on the verge.
Feeling the head of his dick at my entrance, I bite my lip, eyes connected to his.
When he pushes into me, my pussy molding around him, his eyes become half-mast, as my ridges massage him.
Bending his head down, he pulls my nipple between his teeth, sucking it in, adding pressure as he rocks back and forth into me.
Each thrust hits my g-spot, making me cry out.
He lets my nipple free. “You’re squeezing my cock so good, baby. Fuck you’re wet.” He growls at me as his pace picks up. Lifting my leg, he pushes it up just slightly, able to go even deeper inside me. I cry out his name.
My wetness reverberates around the room.
Looking at him, “Please.” I beg. He pulls in his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed, his breathing ragged as he pounds in me harder and faster.
The stretch he’s giving me feels so good and the way the head of his cock hits my g-spot, I come around his dick.
Screaming his name. My breasts heave up and down.
Bohdi leans further on me, fucking me even harder.
He groans out as I milk every ounce from him before he falls onto me.
We both breathe in unison, trying to catch our breath, as my hand trails through his dirty blond hair and he kisses my chest, right where my heart is. “I love you, August.”
“Earth to August.” I’m yanked out of my memory and back into my room, panning over to see Bay in the doorway of my bathroom. I drop my phone like I have just been caught.
“I’ve been calling your name. You want to jump in the shower now.” I finally really see her, the memory haze slowly fading; she’s fully dressed for the day.
Swallowing, I force out, “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”
Bay walks over to me, her eyes squinched. “Your cheeks are red. You feeling okay?”
“I’m fine,” I tell her, coughing and rolling out of bed and needing to get out of her eyesight before she questions me more.
Hauling ass into my bathroom. I turn to the mirror, but can barely see myself through the wet, foggy glass. I undress, hopping into the shower. As I’m standing underneath the sprayer, I can’t ignore the way my pussy is throbbing and aching, needing a release.
Closing my eyes, I let my hand roam over my breast, down my stomach to my light dusting of hair, my fingertip inching lower, finding my clit.
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to keep myself from moaning, I glide over my clit, circling it, applying pressure.
Adding my other hand, I open my legs wider; my engorged pussy blooms open.
My legs shake, so I slowly lower myself to the shower basin, legs spread wide open, the sprayer raining down on me.
With my index and middle finger, I enter my pussy.
The ridges glide over my fingers, my pussy tight and wet, squeezing around them.
I draw back from the memory I was just in, as I’m applying more pressure to my clit.
It’s all too much. Thinking about Bohdi, feeling the way I’m fucking myself, I come.
My knees shake, wanting to close on themselves, but I keep pounding my pussy until I squirt, head falling back to the tile wall.
Easing my insertion, I drag my fingers out of my pulsing pussy, sitting there trying to regain my breath as I pulse, not just from my heartbeat but from my orgasm, too.
What the fuck was that? I’m shocked by myself.
I’m not sure what Driftwood Bay and Bohdi did to me, but me masturbating to Bohdi hasn’t happened in such a long time, but fuck, here I am again, and it feels good.
I sit there letting the water spray on me, confused and still out of breath.
My mind is spinning. “Get control over yourself,” I hiss, swallowing some of the water raining on me.
Emerging from the bedroom, I’m dressed and dying for coffee. Bay is on the balcony watching the busy street below.
“Ready?” I ask from behind her, petting Luna, who has now given in to Bay being here.
“It’s so loud.” Baylee turns around to me, stepping back into the apartment and closing out the noise.
Grabbing my tote, “You get used to it.” I don’t tell her that last night was the first night I didn’t sleep with my wave machine, that I have to use to drown out the sounds and feel like I’m home.
“I don’t know if I could,” she tells me with a sad smile. And I want to tell her that I actually can’t.
Once our coffees are secured, we make our way to the next town over to go look at a house I’ve been wanting to see.
The drive is nice, as we sip our iced coffees, until I have to tell her about Molly messaging me.
“She did what?” Bay looks at me, straw halfway to her mouth.
Squeezing the steering wheel, I spew, “Yep. I mean, she couldn’t ignore it and just let it go. I screwed up. I shouldn’t have gone to her page, but pouring salt on the wound makes it even worse. She’s such a bitch.”
Turning herself in the seat so she can look at me better, Bay angrily says, “I can’t stand her. Never could; she always ran around Driftwood Bay like her shit doesn’t stink. Her whole family does.”
My eyes widen at her outburst, and we both laugh before I lift my shoulders and let them drop. Baylee’s been around them a lot longer than I have. Even when I went to Driftwood, I never acquainted myself with Molly.
Biting the inside of my cheek. “Baylee, can I ask you something?” I kept this question to myself since I came back; I didn’t want to hurt my feelings even more. Bay raises her eyebrows at me, telling me to ask.
“Did they immediately start dating after I left?” Needing to busy myself, I pick up my coffee, taking a sip.
“No. I never saw them together or even talk until he came back to town after Mr. Westmore had his stroke, and that was a little over two years ago.”
My ears perk up, learning this new information. I didn’t know Mr. Westmore got sick or, hell, that Bohdi left town. My dad never mentioned it, but that was also around the time he himself got sick. “When did he leave town?”
“Hmm. I want to say when he was twenty-eight. He went to get his realtor's license and sell in a bigger city. But had to come back to help with the Marina. Mrs. Westmore and Kai couldn’t do it alone. Kai tried, but he himself was just starting More construction. And I’m guessing that’s when Bohdi and Molly started their thing,” she says thing like it’s an ugly word and I laugh.
The car grows quiet until Ironic by Alanis Morissette shuffles from my playlist. Baylee turns the volume up and we sing as loud as we can, putting on our own concert.
We’re laughing and talking as I pull up to the house that’s for sale. The street seems quiet, the yards are well-kept, and the neighborhood is pretty. But each house looks the same as the other. Tiny houses cut from the same mold. It’s sad.
I look at Baylee. “Ready.” And she gives me a small smile, feeling what I’m feeling.
Knocking on the door, a woman answers it. She takes us around the house and shows off what she thinks is the selling point. None of them are selling points for me. I thought this would be easy, but in truth, it isn’t. I don’t know if anything will ever feel like home again. And that makes me sad.
“Thank you for showing us around. I want to sit on it for a bit, but I have your business card,” I tell her, holding it up.
“That was awful.” Looking to Baylee, who is mimicking my face, I just know it.
Raising her forehead, little creases appearing, “It was.” I know she wants to say more, but she holds back.
Starting up the car, I say, “Spill it.”
Buckling her seatbelt, “Look, I know we just reunited after so long, but this isn’t you, August.” She motions to the houses surrounding us. “Nor is that sad apartment.” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know what me is anymore, Baylee.” Stopping at a stop sign, I look at her.
“Come back home.” Her voice is light. “Give it a try, a few months and if you can’t do it, put it on the market; what will it hurt?”
Me, it would hurt me. Being in the same proximity to Bohdi and Molly. Seeing what used to be mine before I threw it all away. Living in a house that is haunted by all my memories, good and bad.