The hands that had been stroking my back now move down to cup my buttocks. He squeezes them hard, and his breathing is rough. I let out a little whimper of desire. I stroke one hand down his sinewy back, which is glistening in the water.
The water is almost shoulder high on him as he walks, and his hands are still cupping my ass. Slowly the water goes down to below his chest. He stops walking and I know that we have reached a depth where I will now be able to stand in the water if I wanted. But I don’t let go of him.
I glance up from the sparkling water. Aeron’s ball game is nearer now. But I don’t want to see them or the people on the beach, so I focus on Tyler instead.
I keep a hold of his strong shoulders and look into his face. His eyes are so intense that I cannot bear to look into them for too long. I stare instead at his mouth, wishing that I dared to kiss it.
We stay like that for a long moment.
And then, as if daring me to make a decision, he slides his hand under the Lycra of my swimsuit and onto the bare flesh of my ass. I clench my strong thighs tighter to his hips. Straddling him this way makes my tingling flesh brush up against him. Something hard is thrusting out from his crotch.
My eyes widen, and I find myself looking into his eyes.
“You’ve made my cock hard,” he growls at me. “You always made my cock hard, even back then.”
He runs a finger down the bare crack of my ass, a challenge still in his eyes. I stare at him, my mouth open and wanton. His eyes narrow. He does it again, this time pressing down gently as it passes over the bud of my anus. I gasp, both in shock and desire. He lets out a groan, and presses his mouth onto mine.
I moan at the reality of this kiss. I lean into it, opening my mouth to him helplessly, just as I did all those years ago. But this time, instead of pulling away in sudden shocked realization, I carry on kissing him, like I had wanted to back then.
Aeron and Tyler. Tyler and Aeron. Always together. Both with the same fire in their eyes for me. How could I help but want both of them?
Feeling Tyler’s lips on mine drives me crazy. I find myself kissing him passionately, and writhing in his arms. I rub my breasts against his chest, desperate for sensation on my nipples.
And a little voice in my head whispers that I have the right to kiss him. They have these kinds of relationships in Otherworld. They understand it is possible to desire more than one person at a time. To love them, even. And in this moment any thought of denying myself goes right out of my head.
As my hips wriggle against him, I feel his big cock pushing against my intimate flesh. My pussy. Thinking of it in these words makes me blush. Even through his shorts and my skimpy bathing suit, the feel of his hardness next to my softness is overwhelming.
‘Oh God,” I pant.
Oh God, I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I don’t want to say those words out loud in case he stops.
His strong hands cradle the globes of my ass, and he bounces me up and down in the water. This makes his big cock rub deeper into my pussy lips, making wicked shocks of pleasure shoot through my clit.
This is what it feels like to be horny, I think in a daze. It feels dirty to think of myself as horny, and yet I want him to do worse to me.
“You want more, baby?” he murmurs, smirking sinfully.
“Please,” I cry out.
Please, I shouldn’t do this with you. Please understand.
But out loud I say, “Oh, please, Tyler. Yes. It feels so good.”
But it’s so bad, and I mustn’t do this with you.
What is Aeron thinking if he can see us from the beach?
Yet I cannot stop from rubbing my pussy more desperately against that hard cock, wanting it to press deeper into the slit between my pussy lips.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he says. “Hold on tight.”
He’s going to fuck me now. I’m finally going to have my pussy filled, finally lose my virginity. The thought takes my breath away.
His hand is moving beneath my ass, and I realize he is pushing his shorts down. And then the head of his big cock is pressing directly against my clit through my swimsuit. My entire body shudders in pleasure as a tiny orgasm ripples through me.
If I’ve orgasmed from just the feel of his cock against my pussy, how will I cope with him inside me? I want to beg him for mercy. I am both thrilled and terrified of what he is going to do next.
He yanks the straps of my bathing suit off my shoulders, peeling the clinging fabric down from my breasts. They bounce out, as if begging for his touch. My areolas are large, something which has always embarrassed me. But my nipples are pink and perky, and have tightened into hard little buds. When he puts his mouth on one and sucks me, I let out a scream of ecstasy, shocking myself.
He makes a corresponding possessive growl that makes me thrust my tit deeper into his mouth, urging him to suck hard on my tender flesh. His tongue rasps against it, making me whimper and moan.
I had never realized my nipples were so sensitive. I had played with them once after reading a sexy romance novel and had been disappointed to not feel much. I had thought perhaps I didn’t have sensitive nipples. Now, as his mouth tugs on one and his hand palms the other, they feel like two twin buds of fire.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
How is he doing this to me? How is he making me feel this way?
My hand, almost of its own accord, reaches down to part my pussy lips so that I can grind my clit harder against his cock through my swimsuit. I don’t dare take his cock into my hand, but my fingers accidentally brush it, and he lets out a grunt of desire.
“You want me to fuck you bareback, baby?” he growls harshly. “Is that what you want?”
I whimper in frustration. I want to so badly. He is driving me insane and he knows it.
Somehow I manage to pant, “We mustn’t.”
He mustn’t put his cock inside me. I mustn’t sleep with Aeron’s best friend.
Tyler gives a growl of frustration deep in his throat. He fingers my nipple hard.
“Are you shy now, baby? Don’t pretend you’re not desperate to ride my cock. I’ll give you the best riding lesson you’ve ever had.”
His words make me incredibly horny. What would it hurt to ride his cock? Why shouldn’t I? I might never get this chance again. But the sensible nice-girl inside me whispers, “We can’t”
He kisses me, quick and hard. He thrusts his cock against me, until my tits bounce.
“Why not?” he pants. “Isn’t that why you brought your boyfriend out here? So he could fuck you to make Aeron jealous?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I whisper against his mouth. I continue to squirm, grinding my pussy slit up and down the thick head of his cock.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he says against my mouth. “But we can wait until we’re home. I’ll taste your sweet, tight little pussy when you’re in my bed.”
A red mist of lust fogs up my mind when he says those words. So when he peels my swimsuit down my torso and yanks it off my legs, I only let out a keening moan of desire.
I am naked and helpless in the water with him, and that only makes me cling to him harder. I rub my tits up and down against his chest, making his chest hair rasp deliciously against my nipples. When he palms the naked cheeks of my ass, I eagerly spread my legs wide, letting his fingers explore the crack between them.
He pulls me closer, so that the shaft of his penis rubs directly against my naked clit. I gasp as he thrusts it up and down, showing me how it would feel if he were fucking me. My whimper of lust tells him how good it feels, how good he is at this.
His fingers spread apart the lips of my pussy, and one finger slides over the entrance of my wet little hole. I groan with need. I am so tight there that he has to massage me to open me up a little.
‘You are so tight,’ he rasps into my ear. ‘Have you only been fucking boys, baby? You’ve never had a man’s cock in you?”
My pussy clenches around his fingertip. My face is buried against his neck. I pant hot air onto him and hope he doesn’t notice me not answering him.
His thumb strokes over my clit, and his finger circles my entrance as if trying to ease it open, as if readying it for his cock. I let out a startled cry as it slips in and his knuckle grinds into my hymen.
Suddenly his hand stills.
“You’re a virgin,” he rasps accusingly.
Embarrassment washes over me. Yes, I am still a virgin. I never wanted him to know.
And yet my body is too desperate for him. I can’t bear his sudden stillness, so I grind my pussy onto his hand, taking his finger deeper inside me. I revel in the intense pleasure and the sharpness of the small amount of pain.
I am so close. A cresting feeling is building and building inside my pussy.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg him.
He pulls his finger out.
“No, don’t stop!” I say desperately.
He lets out an agonized groan. One of his hands clenches my bottom hard, and his other hand rubs harshly against my clit, frigging me roughly.
I cry out louder and louder as the wave inside me gathers momentum. His mouth lowers onto my tit. He sucks my nipple hard, and then the other. That’s all it takes. I scream and thrash in his arms as my world splinters into a million tiny pieces.
