I let him kiss me, and I forced my panic down with every swipe of his tongue.
I tightened one hand on his shoulder as I let the other move up his neck and into his hair. I gripped the silky locks in my fingers, and I tugged his head back to give me better access. He moaned into my mouth before I pulled away and pressed my lips to his sharp jaw.
I followed a path down to his neck, and I let my tongue snake out like his had on me. I tasted him, the edge of salt beneath the musky taste of his body wash. He was addicting. Every single part of him, and I couldn’t stop myself as I continued to kiss my way down his neck and onto his chest.
I moved against him, my body already craving more of what he had to give, and I loved the way he groaned due to what I was doing to him.
I dropped my hand from his shoulder and worked it down his body until it rested between us. He still wore his boxers, but I could feel the length of him. My hand shook slightly as I slid it beneath his boxers and my skin met his.
He dropped his head to my shoulder and let out a shuddering breath at the contact. He was so smooth and so slick, and I moved my hand back and forth between us as I tried to touch every inch of him.
My hand moved from the base of his penis to the head, and I moaned as my fist slapped against my pussy with each stroke.
“God, Josie.” His breath rushed in and out against my neck, and I moved my hand just as quickly. Every time my hand hit me, I felt like I was going to break. I was still so sensitive, the feeling almost too much, but I couldn’t stop.
Feeling him against me like this made me feel powerful. I had him in my hand, his pleasure mine to give, and I wanted him to want me more than he had ever wanted anyone before.
I wasn’t a fool. If I hadn’t already known that Beck was far more experienced than me, the way he just mastered my body on the side of the pool hammered that fact in.
I knew that he had probably been with girls who knew what the hell they were doing. I was sure that Cami knew what she was doing, but that didn’t stop me.
I wasn’t Cami. I wanted him and only him, and I wanted to give him more pleasure than anyone ever had before.
His teeth sank into my neck as I worked him between us, and I cried out as I felt the move all the way to my core. Beck pushed his boxers down his legs before one of his hands wrapped around mine. He followed my movements until we hit the tip, his bare skin finally touching mine, and he stopped me there.
He forced my hand along with his as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. I tensed as he edged toward my opening. I didn’t know if I was ready for that. Not when he had been drinking, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I wanted him. There was no doubt about that, but I also feared what he would do.
He had the power to use me any way he wanted, and I knew that his want didn’t last long. If I gave myself over to him entirely, I wasn’t sure that I would recover.
He would move on as if nothing had ever happened, but I wouldn’t.
He slid back up, pushing the tip against my clit, and I tightened my hand around him. He continued the process over and over, he slid up and down. Up and down.
My resolve to tell him no was wavering.
One small move, and he would be inside me. One small move, and Beck would leave a mark on me that I wasn’t sure he wanted to leave.
He would be my first, and even when I wanted to forget him, I knew I never would. If I let him have that part of me, if I let him take it, I would never escape his hold on me.
But the more he rubbed against me, the more I was convinced that I would never want to escape.
“Beck.” I gripped his shoulders and tightened my thighs around him as he hit my entrance again. I had no idea what I was asking for. We were in the middle of a pool, at my job, and I didn’t want anything to do with him only a few moments before.
Now I was willing to give him anything.
“Please. I need more.”
His hand spasmed around mine, but he didn’t stop moving. He pressed harder into my clit, and I squirmed against him.
“Not tonight.” His breathing was heavy, his words rushed. I hadn’t expected him to turn me down. That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
I looked away from him, but he quickly brought my mouth back to his. He kissed me like he was desperate for it. Like it was the first time our lips had touched.
“Not like this.” He continued to move his hand, and I stared into his eyes as my orgasm built and built. “Not here.”
“You worried I’m going to take advantage of you?” I joked, but his eyes darkened so quickly at my words that I shuddered against him.
I wasn’t Cami. I hope he knew that. I hope he knew that I would never use him like that. I started to tell him that much when his mouth slammed down on mine. His hand moved faster and faster over mine, and I knew he was close.
Water splashed around us, small waves hitting us in the chest, and I tightened my hand around him.
I couldn’t think as he kissed me senseless. I could barely breathe. It only took two more hard strokes of his cock against me, and I fell apart. This orgasm raking through me harder than the first.
My body felt spent, it felt like it couldn’t handle another second of anything, and I gasped as he quickly pumped our hands over him.
He followed me over the edge, his cum hitting my stomach moments before it disappeared in the water, and my body slumped against his.
He held me like that for long moments without either of us saying a word, but I knew we couldn’t stay here forever.
Not in this place, not in this moment, not in this imaginary bubble where everything felt right.
“We should get out of here,” Beck whispered against my neck, and I nodded my head. I held on to him for a few more moments before I finally worked up the courage to let go.
We climbed out of the pool side by side, and he tossed me his dry t-shirt as he watched me. He was looking at me like I was a caged animal. Like I could break at any moment.
I thought that maybe he had felt like we had gone too far. I thought his concern was for me, but I was a fool.
I knew there would be consequences once I crossed that line with him. A line we had been tiptoeing since we met, but I hadn’t realized the extent of those consequences.
I knew that Beck wouldn’t be my knight in shining armor. He wasn’t the end game. He was just a boy in a town that I would forget at the end of this year.
That was what I was telling myself.
Beck Clermont was forgettable.
But I was so wrong.
I would never forget Beck or the way he made me feel that night, and neither would anyone else.
Chapter Seventeen
Josie
Lucas had barely looked at me all day.
I knew he was probably still mad that I had left the party with Beck, and I probably should have apologized to him. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
My father had insisted on us having a family dinner tonight, and I wanted to argue. I didn’t want to sit around a table with them and fake smiles and conversation.
Especially when my mind was somewhere else.
All I could think about was Beck.
I had driven us both home last night, and we both were a mess. He was shirtless and in a pair of jeans. His t-shirt was covering my wet bra and hung to my knees. My wet hair was piled on top of my head, but I didn’t care about any of that.