What you would look like with my hands in your hair as I fucked your mouth?
I pulled my cock out of my shorts and rested my hand against it.
I want to know what you would taste like after I came in your mouth. I wonder if I could still taste the sweetness of you beneath the taste of me.
It was only a second later before her text chimed on my phone.
Stop.
But I wouldn’t stop.
God. You would be so wet.
I pushed the bead of precum over the head of my cock as I thought about it. Josie tried to act like she was innocent, but I could just imagine how turned on she’d be.
Her lips would be swollen from me and her pussy would be begging me even if she was too stubborn to.
Are you wet right now?
I imagined she was. Her small hands were probably shaking as she timidly slid them into her panties and felt her own arousal against her fingers.
I wondered if that would shock her or if she already knew how badly she wanted me.
Move that wetness around. Smear it over your clit and imagine it was me.
There was a long moment with no answer, and my cock felt like it was going to explode in my hand.
Are you doing it?
Are you imagining it was me?
Beck, stop.
God. It was like I could hear her whispering my name.
Whatever you’re doing right now, I would do it better. I would be rougher.
I wouldn’t stop even when you begged me.
My breathing was coming out in harsh bursts, and I imagined my hand was hers.
I was so fucking close.
Why are you doing this?
Why? Why? She knew why. She knew exactly how I felt about her and her fucking family.
Because I want you to beg for it.
A bolt of pleasure shot through my lower back and into my thighs.
I want to hear you beg me for everything I give you.
I won’t.
Her response was immediate, and it was a dare.
She would beg me, and then I would make her regret it.
She would regret ever coming to Clermont Bay.
You will.
Pleasure crashed through me, and I came all over my fingers and on my stomach in a rush. I could barely control myself as I came to the thought of her.
Chapter Seven
Josie
I had no idea how I let her talk me into this.
I had no business going to a party, but Allie had assured me that this would be different.
It would be different than the last party I attended and different from every other time I had any interaction with Beck.
Allie and I had both worked a long shift, and I just wanted to relax. I didn’t want to think about Beck, his hate, or the way I couldn’t stop thinking about the text messages he had sent me the other night.
I wasn’t even sure how he had gotten my number, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. I was far too concerned over his filthy mouth and how I had done exactly like he told me and slid my fingers into my panties as I read his words on my phone.
Shame prickled every part of my skin, but it hadn’t stopped me.
No one was there, and Beck had no idea what I was doing. He probably thought that I was angered by his texts, and I was. I was angry and hot and frustrated.
And his words washed over me as if he had never been anyone except the guy I first met. I imagined what it would be like if Beck didn’t hate me, and I let myself pretend my hand was his.
Every time I had told him to stop, I was begging him for more in my mind, and it hadn’t taken long.
I came so quickly as I imagined his hand, and the shame I had been pushing away was the only thing I had left to feel.
He was cruel and brazen, and I shouldn’t have been turned on by anything he did or said.
Allie threw me my bag, and we both changed clothes in the front seats of her Honda. I chucked my black dress pants and dress shirt in the back seat and slipped on a pair of ripped jean shorts and a simple white t-shirt. Allie looked far dressier than I did in a short yellow sundress that made her look absolutely incredible.
I fluffed my long brown hair in the sun visor mirror and tried to calm my nerves as she slid lip gloss over her lips. Tonight wasn’t about Beck or what he wanted or didn’t want. Tonight was about having fun. Something I hadn’t done in a really long time.
“It’ll mostly be Clermont High students here.” She nodded out toward the beach as she dropped her lip gloss in the cupholder. “Prep students are usually all off vacationing for the summer.”
I chuckled and twisted my mom’s ring on my finger. I hated feeling so out of my element.
Although I didn’t even know what my element was anymore. I didn’t know where the hell I belonged.
We walked into the sand, me a step behind Allie, both of us in search of the light of the bonfire. There were dozens of people standing around the fire, some of them in bathing suits as if they had spent the entire day on the beach. Others looking like they had spent the entire day drinking.
But this party already felt so vastly different from the last one I attended.
While it was still a bunch of teenagers who had no sense of responsibility or self-preservation, this party was much more laid back.
It was just them, the beach, and a tall keg full of beer.
Allie reached back for me, gripping my hand in hers just as we reached the crowd.
“Hey, Allie.”
Allie waved at some girl and kept pulling me forward.
I didn’t dare let go of her hand as we walked together. I barely knew Allie, but I knew that she was the closest thing to a friend I had.
Honestly, it
