wanted to do was bury myself in Abby and completely forget all of it.
I licked the soft skin behind her ear. She tasted like sunscreen and chlorine. I nipped her gently with my teeth, then sucked a little.
“West,” she breathed.
“Mmm?” I sucked a little harder and her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck.
“My parents,” she murmured.
I kept my mouth attached to her skin and glanced up. Her mother was still talking to the friend and her dad had passed out cold in his chair, his chest turning an alarming shade of pink. I let one hand slip from her waist to the top of her bikini bottom. I dipped my hand lower, letting my fingers rub across the smooth fabric. She inhaled sharply. I trailed my fingers to the inside of her thigh, then reached inside of her bikini.
“West,” she said, her voice sharp.
I pushed my fingers inside of her and she lifted her hips to accommodate. She was warm and wet and I wanted to yank her bottoms off and drive into her, pound her until we were both exhausted and spent.
“I'm headed to the bar,” Abby's mother called and I quickly withdrew my fingers. “You guys need anything?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes locked with Abby's. “I need to fuck your daughter.”
Abby smiled. “Tonight. I promise.” In a louder voice she called, “A diet Coke for me.” She looked at me expectantly.
I sighed and raised a finger.
“Make that two, please.”
Her mom headed toward the small bar at the opposite end of the pool and I repositioned Abby on my lap. I thrust into her, letting her feel my arousal.
“I don't know if I can wait until tonight,” I told her, rubbing against her.
She reached down and grabbed me. “No?”
I sucked in my breath as she tightened her grip through my shorts and began sliding her hand up and down.
“I can take care of you now,” she whispered. She looked around. “No one's watching.”
I glanced at the people on the pool deck. Her dad was still asleep. Her mother's friend was packing up to go. Another couple was further away, near the shallow end, their two kids splashing in the water. Everyone else had bailed and I didn't blame them. It was the middle of the afternoon and the desert sun beat down on us, the pool providing only a brief respite from the heat.
I didn't answer, just grabbed her hand and slipped it into my trunks. Her fingers grazed my cock, then tightened and I groaned. “Jesus.”
“Feel good?” she asked, sliding her hand up and down the length of me.
I didn't say anything, just nodded and closed my eyes. She cupped me tighter, increasing her speed and I pretended it wasn't her hand but her mouth, soft and wet, sliding over me again and again. I dug my fingers into her waist and she kissed me and I felt the pressure building, intensifying.
“Come,” she whispered.
I didn't need an invitation. I buried my face in her shoulder and shuddered in her hand, convulsing over and over again.
“Two diet Cokes.” Her mother's voice. I managed to lift my head off her daughter's shoulder and offer a weak smile.
Abby pushed away from me, grinning. “Thanks, Mom. I think we both just worked up a thirst. Swimming. Right, West?”
I couldn't answer, just narrowed my eyes and nodded.
I'd definitely worked up a thirst.
For more of her.
TWELVE
Annika was lounging on the couch when we got back to the casita. Dressed in a white tube top sundress, her hair piled on top of her head, she thumbed through a fashion magazine while sucking down a glass of iced tea. Her face was perfectly made-up, her nails manicured, her toes freshly polished. She was the very image of wealth and indulgence and the complete antithesis of her sister. It made me ill just to look at her.
She glanced up. “How was the pool?” She directed her question at her sister.
“Refreshing,” Abby said. “Right, West?”
I just nodded.
“We thought we'd go out for dinner tonight,” Abby's dad said. “That steakhouse in town.”
Annika
I licked the soft skin behind her ear. She tasted like sunscreen and chlorine. I nipped her gently with my teeth, then sucked a little.
“West,” she breathed.
“Mmm?” I sucked a little harder and her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck.
“My parents,” she murmured.
I kept my mouth attached to her skin and glanced up. Her mother was still talking to the friend and her dad had passed out cold in his chair, his chest turning an alarming shade of pink. I let one hand slip from her waist to the top of her bikini bottom. I dipped my hand lower, letting my fingers rub across the smooth fabric. She inhaled sharply. I trailed my fingers to the inside of her thigh, then reached inside of her bikini.
“West,” she said, her voice sharp.
I pushed my fingers inside of her and she lifted her hips to accommodate. She was warm and wet and I wanted to yank her bottoms off and drive into her, pound her until we were both exhausted and spent.
“I'm headed to the bar,” Abby's mother called and I quickly withdrew my fingers. “You guys need anything?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes locked with Abby's. “I need to fuck your daughter.”
Abby smiled. “Tonight. I promise.” In a louder voice she called, “A diet Coke for me.” She looked at me expectantly.
I sighed and raised a finger.
“Make that two, please.”
Her mom headed toward the small bar at the opposite end of the pool and I repositioned Abby on my lap. I thrust into her, letting her feel my arousal.
“I don't know if I can wait until tonight,” I told her, rubbing against her.
She reached down and grabbed me. “No?”
I sucked in my breath as she tightened her grip through my shorts and began sliding her hand up and down.
“I can take care of you now,” she whispered. She looked around. “No one's watching.”
I glanced at the people on the pool deck. Her dad was still asleep. Her mother's friend was packing up to go. Another couple was further away, near the shallow end, their two kids splashing in the water. Everyone else had bailed and I didn't blame them. It was the middle of the afternoon and the desert sun beat down on us, the pool providing only a brief respite from the heat.
I didn't answer, just grabbed her hand and slipped it into my trunks. Her fingers grazed my cock, then tightened and I groaned. “Jesus.”
“Feel good?” she asked, sliding her hand up and down the length of me.
I didn't say anything, just nodded and closed my eyes. She cupped me tighter, increasing her speed and I pretended it wasn't her hand but her mouth, soft and wet, sliding over me again and again. I dug my fingers into her waist and she kissed me and I felt the pressure building, intensifying.
“Come,” she whispered.
I didn't need an invitation. I buried my face in her shoulder and shuddered in her hand, convulsing over and over again.
“Two diet Cokes.” Her mother's voice. I managed to lift my head off her daughter's shoulder and offer a weak smile.
Abby pushed away from me, grinning. “Thanks, Mom. I think we both just worked up a thirst. Swimming. Right, West?”
I couldn't answer, just narrowed my eyes and nodded.
I'd definitely worked up a thirst.
For more of her.
TWELVE
Annika was lounging on the couch when we got back to the casita. Dressed in a white tube top sundress, her hair piled on top of her head, she thumbed through a fashion magazine while sucking down a glass of iced tea. Her face was perfectly made-up, her nails manicured, her toes freshly polished. She was the very image of wealth and indulgence and the complete antithesis of her sister. It made me ill just to look at her.
She glanced up. “How was the pool?” She directed her question at her sister.
“Refreshing,” Abby said. “Right, West?”
I just nodded.
“We thought we'd go out for dinner tonight,” Abby's dad said. “That steakhouse in town.”
Annika
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