Page 22 of Alive and Wells

Not the answer I was expecting. I assumed she’d be reading a cutesy rom-com or something light. “You’re into history?”

“Sort of. Not as much as my dad is. But what’s not to like about a whale attack and cannibalism?”

I snort. “Fair point. Is that from the bookshelves in the big house?” I don’t remember seeing it there, and a good chunk of the books on those shelves were purchased by me.

“Nah, I’ve read just about everything in there, so I got a library card.”

“Maybe I’ll check it out when you’re done.”

“I didn’t know you read.” Her face lights up. “I’ll totally let you take it when I’m done.” Now we share something. Finally, there’s a topic I can talk to her about. She’s held and read and loved—hopefully—the same books I have. If only I could fuckingtalk,or simplyactlike a normal human around her.

Her hair falls around her shoulders, wavy and shining in the sun. Apparently, Iama total pervert because I can’t help myself from looking when her knees spread slightly apart. “Gonna come swimming? The water’s actually not too cold today,” she says.

“I’m not much for swimming. Also, not dressed for it.”

“That’s too bad.” She smiles and stands in front of me, running her thumbs under the waist of her bottoms to adjust the fit. Sharing a little peek at the deep tan line running across her hip bones. My cock begins to harden and I’m thankful my jeans are thick and fitted enough to hide it.

Cecily walks gingerly toward the water and I can’t fathom why the guys aren’t as enthralled as I am. I suppose they’ve become desensitized—although I don’t think it would matter how many times I watch her walk by in a bikini; I’m always going to fucking look.

Submerged up to her collarbones, she looks toward the blue sky and shuts her eyes. Letting the sun warm her face like she doesn’t have a care in the world. I might be wearing denim, but I’m strongly considering going in there. Except I wouldn’t know what to say or do once I was next to her. Because I’m overwhelmed with the urge to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but neither is possible.

The fuck is wrong with me?

That’s not what I’m trying to do here. At best, she could only ever be a short-term fling, and I’m not built to handle casual or short-term. I have an annoying habit of becoming too invested, which is why I shirk off starting an online dating profile every time Denny and Red try. Still, though, I act like a numbskull around Cecily because every muscle in my chest, and every tendon in my body, are aching to have her. And my brain is screaming at me to stay away.

Then she steps onto shore, and all my nerve endings are set on fire.

She said the water wasn’t too cold, but the rock-hard nipples visible through her triangle bikini top say differently. As do the goosebumps scattered across her body, which water droplets use like a slalom skiing course. When she walks back from the water, she’s close enough I could reach out and touch her. Not that I would, because I know she’d be instantly repelled by the motion.

She adjusts her bathing suit again and rings the water from her hair. “It’s refreshing. You should really try it.”

That comment alone is enough to make my dick pulse in my pants. Then she bends over to grab her towel, and I catch a glimpse of damn near every fucking thing. The white fabric pulls taut against her ass and… I swallow as I take in how little there is covering her pussy. A thin slice of material begging to be shifted slightly. One wrong move and it might end up wedged between her pussy lips, and I would be a complete goner.

Okay, that’s my cue to leave before I have to walk away from here with a raging hard-on instead of the semi I’m already needing to tuck away before I go. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she bent over and lingered as long as she did on purpose.

I let the cool shower water ease my muscles, relishing the hard stream as it hits my shoulders. I had hoped it would calm my frayed nerves, but a small stream runs down my chest and I’m back to thinking about Cecily emerging from the river. The way the water beaded on her tanned skin, running along the curve of her breast, and trailing down her stomach. The thin bikini top barely contained the swell of her stunning tits, and those hard nipples needed my warm hands. Or mouth.

My cock firms at the thought, and I grip it with my right hand, tugging with frustration. I picture what it would feel like to have her smooth palm gripping me instead. Or her mouth—those plump lips would look good around my cock. My rough hands catching in her hair, or running along her soft body, while she sucks me.

“Fuck,” I mumble. Both in anger at myself, and ecstasy as I imagine Cecily.

My mind wanders to the sounds she might make if I pulled the bikini bottoms to the side, and ran my fingers between her wet lips. Her honeyed voice would become breathy and needy as I touched her. A groan escapes my mouth at the thought. I close my eyes and lean against the shower wall, desperately trying to replace my own hand with hers.

Would she let me have my way with her right there in the open? I imagine her kneeling down and taking me in her mouth, deep enough she’d start to choke on it. Her tongue would slide up my shaft, and her cheeks would hollow out while she sucked me off. Those pretty, painted nails would dig into my thighs as I held her hair, shoving my cock deeper down her throat.

Arousal drips from the tip, and I spread it down my shaft, unashamedly pretending it’s her wet pussy I’m fucking instead of my hand. My grip becomes vise-like, tugging aggressively as I picture teasing her clit until Cecily begs me to take her right there. And I would. I’d bend her over the boulder by the river, sliding that too-small bikini over the curve of her ass. And my cock would fit perfectly inside her wet warmth.

Pleasure licks up my spine, and my balls tighten at the image. My strokes become faster, rougher, and more desperate. Punishing. I already know it wouldn’t take much for me to come once I was inside her. It’s been too damn long since I fucked anything other than my hand, and she’d feel perfect. Sliding in and out, feeling my balls slap against her damp skin with every thrust. She’d moan my name with the same raspy voice she has while singing, her pussy clenching around my cock when she comes.

Heat travels through my veins and my grip becomes sloppier as I fight the urge to collapse. Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I thrust my hand one more good time, envisioning her and the way she says my name.

Hot cum shoots out in a rolling wave of orgasm as I jerk myself angrily—the idea that Cecily would ever fuck me becoming instantly shameful. I’m an absolute fool. The illusion’s shattered at the same moment my cum hits the shower floor.

11

Cecily

I’mstillkickingmyselffor acting like a cat in heat at the river, as if I thought he was going to jump my bones in front of everybody. Teasing him and revelling in the way his eyes raked over my body, the muscles in his throat with each strained swallow, and the tension in his fingers as he held onto his bent knee for dear life.

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