Move, why the fuck would I want to move? I don’t want to miss this, the sight of him pleasuring himself in front of me just adds to the excitement thrumming through my body. Washing the nerves away and when the shower kicks in and the shower heads at my back starts up, it’s so damn relaxing, I never want to leave this shower.
“Open your legs, Luna. Spread them as wide as you can.” I do as I’m told and he drops to his knees before gripping my thighs and dragging me forward until I’m barely perching on the edge.
He lifts my thighs and hooks them over his shoulders before dropping his mouth over my clit and slides his tongue through my lips. I try to grip onto the stone seating, but there’s nothing to latch onto. My hands instead land on his shoulders and I feel him tense up before his shoulders relax and he slips a finger inside me. It’s so much, maybe even too much, and my nails dig into his skin as I cry out. His tongue replaces his finger as he thrusts inside me and I explode into his mouth. My cries turn my throat hoarse, and when he pulls away I feel as though my body has turned into Jell-O.
“You taste so fucking good, it almost makes me want to taste another part of you,” he says as he positions me fully on the seat and brings his face closer to mine.
“What part?” I ask softly and his eyes drop to my lips before he stands up and moves closer. Although all I can think is that his ten inch cock is now standing to attention, right in front of my face.
I look up to see his gaze fixated on me, and I don’t even realize I’ve raised my hand until it hits the warmth and hardness of his cock and I go to snap my hand away, but he stops me. Covering as much of his length as he can with my hand, guiding me up and down until I’ve got the rhythm he wants and then places his hands on the shower walls. The water trailing over him as I pump his cock, watching the movement, listening to his hiss and moans every time I hit his piercing. Wondering what it would feel like to swap my hand with my mouth, to return the favor and make him come with my mouth like he did for me.
“Stand up, Luna.” I get to my feet, but I don’t let him go as he pushes me against the wall and drops his head into the side of my neck. Biting and licking the tender skin as his hand slips between my legs for another round. He thrusts in, doing something with his fingers to make me cry out, and brings me close to the edge already. He moves fast and hard, and I time my pumps against his until our moans fill the shower and his warmth pools across my stomach. I come over his fingers in seconds and sag to the floor.
He joins me and passes a washcloth, covered in soap, over my stomach, removing his excitement from my body and washing me. Because he isn’t stopping at my stomach, as he guides me back to my feet and sets me against the wall. He kneels before me and washes my feet, ankles, and legs. He drags the washcloth over my sweet spot before passing it over my stomach and across my chest. He doesn’t stop until every part of me is squeaky clean and I’m left speechless because Aeron Harkwright just bathed me, and I do not understand why.
We’re having a barbecue down on their private beach for our first night here, but I’d much rather stay in our room and not see another living soul. Aeron, however, won’t hear of it. He says we have to show our faces, but he has promised he won’t leave me alone. Whether it’s for me or him, I don’t know, but I still appreciate it.
“While we’re down there, try to be the strongest version of yourself. It won’t just be the guys and girls. The additional people can smell weakness from miles away, and they’ll pounce on whoever captures their attention. Just stick with me and you’ll be okay.” He slips a pair of board shorts on and a tight tank top that reveals so many muscles.
I have a gold triangular bikini under a red button up dress. I don’t know why he’s making me wear a bikini. I will not be taking this dress off if there are unknown people downstairs.
“What are you going to do about Emmet?” I ask, and his shoulders tighten along with his jaw as he looks at me.
“Well, I won’t tell him what happened in here or the shower if that’s what you mean. As long as I need his help, I’ll be at his mercy. I can’t say it appeals to me, but what else can I do?”
“Okay, l-let’s go,” I mumble as I drop my eyes to the floor. He slips his arm around my waist before guiding me out of the room and down to the beach.
Everyone seems to have already congregated outside and Daria is tucked under Bradley’s arm, but she doesn’t look as happy as I expected. It probably doesn’t help that Jake is hovering nearby with a girl - I’ve never seen before - wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Who’s the girl?” I ask softly and Aeron glances over to them.
“That’s April or Eden. I think she’s his girl whenever he’s around this way. A lot of us have a regular girl when we’re close to home,” he says it so easily, but it makes my insides burn. How can they be so cavalier about a girl’s feelings like that? Especially when they’re at the academy.
Then again, why would a girl put up with it in the first place? I know I will not get a boyfriend out of this experience or someone that I’ll turn to when shit hits the fan and my life upends. I’ll never speak to these people again, and I’m… resigned to that. I just can’t fathom being some guy’s town girl.
“How many girls from the Academy got brought here?”
“You’re very curious this evening. However, out of the fifteen of us, only five didn’t choose a girl. Do you want to know which five that was?” His tone is sharper now and his eyes are burning into the side of my face. Only I’m too chicken shit to look at him.
“It doesn’t bother me, I’m just worried about my friend,” I say, and it’s only a half lie. Although, it still leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I have never been a fan of dishonesty. I knew coming here that there would be times I would have to bend it occasionally, even if I don’t want to.
“Alright, Thirty-Four, you want to lie to me, fine. Just know that I can’t stand deceitful people and I won’t keep you around for long.” He takes his arm away from me and stalks away. Like an obedient puppy, I follow on his heels.
How did he know I wasn’t being entirely truthful? I don’t know if I feel so bad because I half lied or because it was to him. The latter is ridiculous, however, as I don’t owe Aeron Harkwright a damn thing.
We walk over to Tucker and Tom, who are standing by a fire pit away from the other revelers. I won’t lie, I’d much rather spend the evening with these guys than everyone else.
“What’s the matter, Aer? Are Emmet’s rules ruining your fun?” Tom asks with a laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before handing both of us a beer.
I guess I should probably mention that I don’t drink, and not just because I’m underage. Mom has always been relatively laid back with us, allowing us to make our own mistakes so we can learn from them. The problem is, Poppy sometimes took it too far. I still remember how cold the waiting room felt, just watching the clock as the doctors pumped her stomach. Alcohol poisoning because she, apparently, didn’t know when to stop.
That was before she left for college the first time. And I still can’t help but associate alcohol amongst the bad in this world. Then again, no one made Poppy drink so much she couldn’t even remember her own name. Maybe one day I’ll realize she isn’t as perfect as I like to believe.