Page 16 of The First Time

Then she reaches down for some sunscreen, and I see half of her ass is hanging out as well. My head falls back as I use every ounce of willpower that I have to keep my mouth shut.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asks nonchalantly.

“Nothing,” I bark back through gritted teeth.

“Geez, what’s with the sudden mood change? You suddenly realize you may have an STD from all your slumming around?”

I don’t even give her comment any attention. It’s bullshit, and she knows it. She’s just trying to get a rise out of me. I swear, I think she gets off on it.

I grab my own sunscreen and work it onto my chest. I’m not sure what pisses me off more, the attention she’s getting in her bikini, if you could even call it a bikini, or her insult about my sex life. I refuse to look up at her, knowing she is rubbing her lotion all over her body right now. I don’t think my dick can handle it.

“Shit,” she whispers, which finally draws my eyes back to her.

“What’s wrong?”

Her hand is reaching behind her back while her face strains. “I can’t reach. Can you put this on my back?”

The asshole in me wants to prove a point to the onlookers who are still watching her. One guy pushes the other, then points to Layla. Fuck it. I’ll make sure they know she’s off-limits.

“Sure. Lie down on your stomach.”

When she’s on the lounge chair, her fucking luscious ass in my face, I squirt some of the lotion on my hand and scoot to the edge of my chair. I start in the center of her upper back and begin to rub it in. Her skin is flawless and smooth.

Her head is turned towards me, but she has her eyes closed.

I squeeze more lotion on my hand and start to rub it along her lower back, just above the top of her bikini bottoms. I make sure to get her sides, then I move my hand up her side until it hits the side of her breast that’s spilling out of her bikini.

Her eyes fly open, and I wait for her to yell at me, but she says nothing. Instead, she watches me as my hand rubs along her breast. What starts as something to show up the guys across the pool, turns directions quickly.

I move my hand down her side again, then dare to push it even further when I continue all the way down to her ass. Her eyes show no sign of surprise or apprehension, they just hold mine like this is exactly what she wants me to be doing.

I cup one cheek in my hand and resist the urge to spank it. Shit, she has some nice cheeks. They would look incredible taking her from behind. I move to the other cheek and give it the same treatment. At this point, there’s no way in hell I can stand. My dick went from semi-hard to a full-fledged, raging hard-on.

Before I get to a point where I do something stupid like think she possibly wants me again, I pull my hand away.

Clearing my throat, I try to act indifferent. “There you go.”

I lay back on my lounge chair and close my eyes, willing my body to calm down. I hear her whisper a thank you, but I need to focus right now.

I take a couple of deep breaths.

The entire thing has completely backfired. My body is all of a sudden acutely aware of the beauty next to me, and I’m afraid the desire it stoked can’t be tamed.

Chapter Seven

Layla

Layla

Horny doesn’t even begin to describe what I’ve been feeling since Josh rubbed suntan lotion all over me. What the hell was I doing just watching him intently as he felt me up? I was in a daze, watching his muscles bulge as he touched me in places I’ve only ever dared to let myself fantasize about at night when I’m alone with my thoughts.

Even then, I tell myself it’s just because he’s attractive, but that I still hate the guy.

I tried to find extra pillows last night to block myself from somehow ending up touching him in the middle of the night. I don’t trust myself in the dead of night to make the wisest decisions. Not with him sleeping next to me in nothing but his sweatpants.

I don’t understand what’s going through his head. Sometimes, he’ll look at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat, not that I want him to look at me that way. But other times, he’llpretend like I’m not in the room while he laughs and flirts with another woman.

What am I supposed to make of that?

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