Page 41 of SummerTime Madness
Click.
The sound replays in my mind, causing my body to jolt upwards. “What the fuck?” Chase groansas he turns over to his side, and Cordelia sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a yawn.
She’s beautiful…
“What’s with you?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep. But I can’t find the words to ask about the previous night. I’m sure we were all so fucked up… this is all due to the drugs. It has to be.
Memories slam against my skull.
Laughter.
Beach.
Blood.
The teeth.
The fucking click.
Getting up from bed, my feet shuffle towards the bathroom, my skin instantly rising in goosebumps. It’s cold as fuck in here, the air smells of earth blended with the salt from the ocean.
How strange.
I continue my way to the bathroom, hearing Chase and Cordelia giggle behind me… as if they know something I don’t. Something just feels off, but I don’t know what.
Stepping into the bathroom, white tiles opening up to the wildness from the forest that surrounds the beach. The leaves rustle as the wind passes through them.
It’s like they’re whispering.
I shouldn’t do drugs anymore. Waking up feeling the way I do today should be a fucking crime. With a groan, I go about my morning business, but stop mid-brush.
I look in the mirror, and something is off in my appearance.
It’s me.
But not really.
I can’t explain it, but my reflection feels delayed. My eyes don’t blink fast enough. My expression holds too long.
Then it happens.
A wave of warmth rolls through me. Not just warmth but arousal. It spreads through my limbs like syrup–thick and slow. Impossible to shake.
I close my eyes and feel her.
Cordelia.
Every moan. Every grind.
My breath catches. Heat coils low in my gut, building–tight and suffocating. My cock stiffens instantly, straining against the fabric of my shorts. My hand moves without permission, sliding down and cupping the bulge.
“Fuckk,” I groan, my head dropping forward.
It’s like my nerves have been rewired.
Just the press of my palm is enough to tip me over the edge. The orgasm rips through me before I caneven process it–raw and overwhelming. Ropes of cum soak through the fabric of my shorts as my hips stutter against my own hand.
Through the haze, I hear it. “Chase! Yes. Yes!” Cordelia screams. My eyes snap open as her arousal hits the air, thick and suffocating.
