Page 86 of No Summer Hotter than You

I couldn’t respond as she continued to freak out, holding the hem of my shirt to my profusely bleeding nose. She quickly ushered me into the house, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in our bathroom. She told me to hold a hand towel up to my nose and then left before I could stop her.

“Are you okay?” Andy asked as he came in. I could see the guilt running across his face. He looked defeated.

“I think so,” I answered, my voice muffled by the hand towel. “Shit, that must’ve been one hell of a fucking spike you got in considering the damage you did to my face.”

Andy grimaced. “Sorry, I thought you were going to get it.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t even looking at the ball,” I admitted. I pulled the hand towel away from my face and saw the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

“Then what the hell were you looking at?” Andy questioned, confused.

Shoua came in with a bag of ice, Julie and Jonathan in tow. My eyes immediately landed on her soft, jiggling breasts. I swallowed, and blood immediately began pumping to my dick.

Since he never misses anything, Andy simply scowled at me, clearly irritated. He got the gist of it. “No need to worry about Anthony. He’s fine,” he huffed to the others.

“What do you mean? You almost busted his nose, Andy!” Julie said, worried.

“I’m fine!” I said. “It’s my fault! I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Exactly where were you looking then?” Jonathan asked, exasperated.

I looked up at Shoua’s face and her expression pulled into confusion. “Why were you looking at me?”

Andy sighed. “Told you all he’s fine. That’s it. No more volleyball for the rest of this trip if some of us can’t even keep our eyes on the right ball or balls, if that matters.”

He ushered everyone out as Shoua came to me with the bag of ice. I hissed when she placed it on my nose. I pushed her hand away with a small wince from the cold. “I think I’m good, Shoua,” I said. “My nose stopped bleeding.”

Unconvinced, she took hold of my face to inspect my nostrils. With her now bent over me, I could see her cleavage—ample and brimming over her top. My cock immediately stiffened as she leaned in a little more. My face was just inches from being buried in her chest, but she quickly pulled back.

I watched her inspect my nose. “You’re right. You stopped bleeding,” she said, and then she looked down at the constricted tent in my thin shorts. Her brows shot to her hairline. “Was this why you were looking at me?”

I blushed but didn’t bother to adjust myself. “No.”

“Stop lying.” She didn’t seem to be too surprised as she helped me tug off my blood-stained shirt, tossing it into the bathtub.

We looked at each other for a second before she pulled off her own blood-stained shirt, revealing her bare tits. The tan lines on her breasts gleamed a deep, bronze tan from all the time she spent in the sun the past few days. I wanted to nibble along the pale contrast of the skin that couldn’t tan because of her bikini tops and taste how sweet her beautiful tan was.

She tipped her head to the side, curiously. “Is this why you were so distracted?” Her hand smoothed over her soft skin and pinched her brown nipples. She let out a soft hum as I swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” I breathed, palming myself through my shorts.

She got on her knees in front of me and looked up. Her hands took over mine, and she started touching me. I let out a breathy groan. She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, blinking slowly up at me.

“Do I distract you this much?” she asked softly.

I cupped her face with a shudder as she palmed me harder. My thumb brushed the edge of her lips. “Yes,” I murmured, and then groaned as she gave me a hard squeeze.

Without another word, we pulled off my shorts and tugged out my hard cock. She quickly licked her lips before she took me in. She began bobbing up and down right away, making me throw back my head back and moan.

“Fuck, baby.”

I reached out to her and grabbed her silky ponytail, then tugged. She moaned with my cock deep down her throat, causing me to roll my eyes. She pulled her mouth off me with a dribble of saliva on her chin. One of her hands slicked back the wetness she left behind on my cock, and she start to stroke me. I groaned loudly.

She got up and coyly looked over her shoulder and grabbed the bottle of lube Andy mindlessly left behind in our bathroom from rooming with me before. She quickly got back on her knees, looking up at me with wet pink lips and shifting closer.

I doubted I even breathed as she squeezed a generous amount of lube over my cock and onto her ample tits. I didn’t blink a wink, watching her every moment, taking in how she pushed those luscious breasts around my shaft. She let out a shaky breath as she moved her breasts up and down my dick. One of my hands tugged on her ponytail as the other one reached to pull on her nipple, earning a sexy moan from her.

“Shit, baby. I’ve never even had wet dreams like this,” I barely muttered.

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