Page 25 of Drowning
"Ah, someone's being a little rebel tonight," Seven chuckles, lighting a thick blunt and taking a hit before passing it.
"I wouldn't say rebel, just that I'm tired of my life trying to be controlled—my every move trying to be decided for me. I know what the fuck I want, and I'll be damned if I let someone tell me I can't have it.”
The beach stretches out before us, the moon casting a silvery glow on the water as the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore fill the air. I can feel the heat of desire burning within me, knowing that this night is going to be nothing short of unforgettable.
As we make our way further down the beach, the anticipation builds quickly within me, feeling the soft sand between my toes and the warm breeze on my skin. It's like time stands still as we find a secluded spot away from prying eyes, surrounded by the darkness and the intoxicating scent of saltwater as it sprays all over us with each wave that crashes against the shoreline.
Kane and Seven waste no time as they pull me into their embrace, hands and lips exploring every inch of my body. The sensation of their touch sends shivers down my spine as I lose myself in the raw, passionate energy that surrounds us.
This is where I belong—caught between the two men who have awakened a hunger within me that I never knew existed. And as we give in to the electricity that crackles between us, I surrender to the pleasure that threatens to consume me whole, sending me deeper into a different kind of darkness that I never want to find my way out of.
fourteen
Corrupting Emerson
K a n e
My darkened eyes locked onto Emerson's, taking note of the high that's glazed over her pretty blues. Sitting with her ass in the sand and her toes touching broken seashells, I get swept up in her allure, unable to focus on anything else.
But I don't want to anyway.
She hums 'I Can Tell', bringing me back to the good old days when music was actually music and not the shit it is today. Her eyes flutter, her long, dark lashes casting a shadow under her lids as her blue orbs roll back.
Forcefully ripping my gaze away from her, when Seven deliberately clears his throat to grab my attention, I notice the menacing look in his eyes as he goes to stand up.
"I'm gonna go see what the others are doing." He grins, flashing me a wink that Emerson can't see. "Y'all enjoy your alone time."
Smooth.I think to myself, a crooked grin spreading across my lips. Finally, Em turns to look at Seven, reaching her arms up to try and pull him down.
"Give me a hug before you go," she begs, tugging on the drawstring of his bathing suit as he lowers himself to her level.
Wrapping her in a giant hug that seems to ease the stress consuming her, he places a gentle kiss on the top of her head and pulls away.
"Have fun with Kane, Princess. Who knows when you'll get the chance to be alone again," he says smoothly, his voice ringing like a lullaby and almost making Emerson's eyes shut again.
"Keep Eli occupied then," she laughs, scooting closer to me as he stands back up, brushing the sand off his ass.
Seven and I share a knowing nod before he walks away, eventually disappearing into the thick cloud of dark fog sweeping along the beach. Once we're alone, Emerson turns and looks at me, resting her hand on my upper thigh, so close to my cock that it makes it twitch in the confinement of my shorts. I reach out and slide my fingers under her chin, slightly tilting her head up so her eyes have nowhere else to go but on mine.
"What's on that dirty, little mind of yours, Little One? I can tell by the look in your eyes that your thoughts are up to no good." I lean closer, blowing my breath on her lips but not touching them, enjoying the whimper that leaves her lips from the teasing.
"Maybe I'm thinking about how badly I want to kiss you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves. I can feel her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, inching closer towards my growing cock. "Maybe I'm wondering what it would feel like to have your hands all over me." Her words send a joltof electricity through my body, and I can't resist the temptation any longer.
"Fucking Christ," I groan as I capture her lips with mine, feeling her soft breath against my skin as our kiss deepens, my tongue thrusting into her mouth until the tip touches the back of her throat. I grab the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her soft flesh in a way that allows me to hold onto her so I can kiss her exactly how I fucking want to.
The sound of the ocean and the laughter from the group down the beach fade into the background as we become obsessively lost in each other, the taste of salt mixing with the sweetness of her lips. With the sand beneath us, the water splashing all over us, and the stars above, nothing else matters except the two of us, and the endless possibilities of the night... as long as her brother doesn't come and ruin shit.
I pull away from the kiss, panting and staring into Emerson's eyes, a mischievous glint shining in them. "Let's take a ride," I suggest, a sly grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
"A ride?" Her brow raises in question, but she matches my smirk, knowing exactly what I fucking mean.
I wrap my arms around Emerson and pull her onto my lap, sitting her fat, peachy ass right on my cock, while making sure she knows how fucking hard she has made me already. The scattered water droplets glistening on her skin in the moonlight catch my eye, and I find it hard to stop imagining how much better she'd look soaked in water from head to fucking toe.
"I don't want this night to end," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in and kisses my cheek, slightly rocking back and forth on my lap.
"It doesn't have to," I reply, trailing kisses down her neck, softly and sensually, enough to pull a shudder from her entire body. "Let me corrupt this pussy, Little One," I growl deeply, reaching between her thighs, pushing her drenched bikinibottoms to the side, and giving her soaked cunt a slow, teasing slap with the pads of my fingers.
Emerson's breath hitches as she gazes at me with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. She nods slowly, almost imperceptibly, giving me the permission that I was craving. Her lips part as I run my finger along her slit, feeling her warmth and wetness against my touch.