Page 44 of Malicious Desires

“Nope,” I reply, laughing madly and sitting up. “I wanna go for a swim,” I announce.

“Now? It's dark, Jasp.”

“Don't care. I'm doing it.”

I stand, stripping down to my boxers and grabbing a towel. I’m out the door in barely a minute. Nancy runs after me, calling out, “Jasp! You're crazy!”

“Yep!” I yell. “You coming?”

“You're on your own, bestie,” Nancy says calmly as she heads to her car.

Getting in her car she drives off as I run across the road.

“Be careful!” She calls out her window, driving past me. I give her a thumbs up and run onto the sand of Vemore Bay beach.

Throwing my towel on the sand, I run into the waves and dive beneath them. Coming up, I inhale a gulp of air and push up from the sand beneath my feet so I’m floating on my back looking up at the night sky.

My mind wanders to Reece, the way he last made me feel. There’s something about Reece Montserrat that causes me to give in to temptation every damn time. I can’t help myself. I crave the sin.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift to thoughts of Reece’s kiss on my lips, his tongue teasing the forbidden places that only he’s seen. I can’t believe I’ve let him get me naked so many times now, and that it hasn’t bothered me. I haven’t felt the need to hide my body from him. I’m also surprised at myself for loving his naked body, and how his skin is covered in tattoos, even up to his neck. I think about the rose and spiderwebs on his neck, and the intricacy of them and his other tattoos. They’re art on his skin that shows outwardly the torment of his mind.

It’s blissful being out in the ocean, my high from the weed slowly wearing off as I float towards the rocks. A sudden current pushes me closer to them and bumping into them I screech in pain, my side hitting some jagged rocks. It slices my side–just above my hip–and it’s quite deep.

Wincing, I push myself out of the water and up onto the rocks to inspect the damage. It's bleeding–and because my high is wearing off–it hurts, badly. The saltwater is causing it to sting.

Stumbling over the rocks I grab my towel from the sand, pressing it against the cut to curb the blood.

”Fuck,” I hiss, rushing back to the dorms, cursing the entire time from the pain.

The moment I’m back in my dorm room I send a pic in just my boxers to Nancy,

You let me go swimming whilst high

You say that like I could have stopped you, you arse! Does it hurt?

Like a bitch.

Go find Reece…he'll kiss you better :p

Groaning, I put my phone down, pulling the covers back from my bed and sliding under the sheets.

Reece wouldn't kiss me better, he'd kiss the cut, tongue it–savouring the taste of my blood– as he licks the blood and wound clean. I hate that the thought of Reece doing that is turning me on. That I want that very thing to happen. My head is filled with those thoughts as I close my eyes, drifting to sleep.

I slide my hand into my boxers and start palming my dick. I’m hard and moaning in mere seconds, slipping my hand up and down my dick. I’ve never touched myself before and I’m taken aback by how good it feels–with thoughts of Reece in my head–as I tease the tip of my dick with my finger. I’m toying with the edge of sleep when my hips shake and I come in my boxers before I sigh and succumb to the sleep that’s pulling me under. I have no idea if I’ll wake up tomorrow, or if I’ll bleed out from the cut. It would be my payment for my depraved sins and thoughts.

Chapter 25

Jasper

I wake up with a start the next morning, expecting Reece to be in my bed as my thoughts were filled with him last night to the point I could’ve sworn he was right next to me, sucking my dick. My boxers are dry but crusty from coming in them, and I’ve yanked them down at some point during the night as my sheets are also covered in come. I know what that means and it worries me that behaviour–my condition–has caused a night of restlessness that ends in a dirty bed.

Getting up, I kick the crusty boxers aside and grab a clean pair out of my drawers as well as some denim shorts and a black t-shirt. Tugging them on I wince from the pain in my side. It’s still stinging from the cut. Thankfully it’s not bleeding anymore.

Before heading out the door, I pull on my sneakers and grab my car keys. I need to see Reece–to tell him about my depraved dreams of him–and how the very thought of him gets me hard.

There’s only one place I can think he’d be. The pub in Montserrat territory that he took me to. I’m petrified driving there as I hear gunshots in the street and see people behaving indecently in broad daylight as though that’s not illegal. This side of Vemore is a world away.

I slide my Aston Martin into a car park right outside the pub, and getting out I press the lock button repeatedly to ensure it’s locked before I pocket my keys and head inside.

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