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Emmy
I wake up to the sounds of people whispering. "Just let her sleep!" Charlie hisses. "She had a pretty exhausting night," her voice turning smug.
"I bet she did," Talon grumbles, sounding butt hurt about me spending the night with Charlie instead of him and Ben.
"Well, it's her birthday. Just let her sleep in," Charlie says.
"But we made her breakfast in bed," Ben says, sounding like he's pouting. "We made bacon and everything."
The word bacon makes my eyes snap open and zero in on the bacon that's lying on the plate next to a fried egg on the tray that Ben’s holding.
I snap my hand out like a cobra, grabbing a piece of bacon. They startle a bit, seeing how I was just sleeping seconds ago. Shoving the bacon in my mouth, I let out a moan as I eat the yummy gift from God. They all chuckle and look at me with smiles.
"Good morning, My Queen. How did you sleep?" Charlie purrs, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the lips. “Mmmm, bacon kisses,” she moans, while I lay back and stretch.
"Amazing," I grin blissfully. "Best sleep I've had in weeks."
"You haven't been sleeping well?" Ben asks, his brow furrowing.
I give him a sad smile. "Unfortunately, no. I can't stop feeling that if I close my eyes and let my guard down, then Ed's gonna be able to sneak up on me." I shrug like it's no big deal, but it really is.
"So, this is where you guys are," comes a mumble from the door. I look over to see a sleepy Oliver. He's only in skin tight black boxers displaying his gloriously large morning wood.
"Ahhh!" Charlie shrieks, covering her eyes. "Put some clothes on, would you?! I can see Richard and the twins a little too well." She's being overly dramatic, but I love it. Laughing, I get off the bed and head over to greet Oliver. I bite my lip as I shamelessly check him out. From his dark brown messy hair to his toned, inked up chiseled abs, all the way down to the delicious V leading to his glorious cock. I feel like I should be a good girlfriend and help him ride away his morning issue, but if we start now, I'm not sure I'll be able to leave the room. We will have plenty of time tonight for all that. Still, it’s very, very tempting.
"Good morning, Olly," I say, kissing him lightly on the lips, as I wrap my arms around his neck.
"Good morning, Firefly," he grins, looking all adorable and sleepy. "Happy Birthday," he says, kissing me again. "First one we’ve spent together in years."
"I know, and I'm excited to spend it with all of you. I'm sad that I had to miss Ben's," I pout.
Ben turned 19 on June 28th. Talon's is August 2nd and Oliver's is September 1st. Charlie's is during winter break, December 26th, and Felicity’s is October 11th and falls during the Thanksgiving break. I've managed to miss or will miss everyone's birthday. Like, fuck off universe! Hopefully it will be different next year.
At least next summer, we will all be graduating and done with our probation, so we’ll be free to spend the summer together with no restrictions.
"It's okay, Caterpillar," Ben says, wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me away from Oliver and into his chest. I relax into his touch, closing my eyes and letting out a sigh of contentment with being in my lover’s arms. "Being here with you is the best gift I could have asked for," he whispers against my neck before placing a few light kisses on my sensitive skin.
I smile at his words and touch, feeling in every cell of my body that he means it.
We get dressed and go downstairs so that everyone else can eat too. Tyson is at the stove making pancakes for everyone.
He looks over at me when he hears us entering the room. I feel the heat of his gaze, as his eyes travel up and down my body. I'm wearing a pair of sleep shorts and one of the band tees that I stole from Talon. I'm not wearing a bra and Tyson clearly notices, because his eyes narrow in on my now very pointy nipples pressed against the shirt. The way he's looking at me, is like he’s a starving man and I'm the first meal he's seen in weeks. His eyes finally find mine and I can’t help blush at his reaction.
He turns back to the stove as he clears his throat. I look around, but no one else seems to have noticed his little stare down of my body.
"Happy Birthday, Princess," he says, as he makes another pancake.
"Thanks," I murmur, tucking my hair behind my ear and taking a seat at the table.
"You forgot these," Ben says, walking over to me and handing me my glasses before leaning over to kiss me on the cheek, then taking a seat in between me and Talon. I smile at him in thanks, and he gives me one of his heart meltingly sweet smiles in return.
Once everyone is done eating, Ben cleans up. I offer to help but he isn't having any of that, so I just sit back and allow my stomach to settle from all the pancakes I ate.
If I had eaten any more, they would have had to roll me around like Violet, the blueberry kid from “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”
"So, what's the plan for today?" I ask, looking over at Charlie.
"Well, while we let our food digest, I was thinking we could pack a cooler with some food and drinks. Then we can take the jet skis out to the dock. It's supposed to be pretty hot today, so a day in the water sounds like a good idea. Also, today is Canada Day, so it might get a little loud around here. I have some fireworks for tonight, so maybe we can drink and play some games later?" Charlie asks.
"Sounds perfect," I say, giving her a kiss on the lips.
We return to her room to change into our bikinis. I feel sort of nervous since this is gonna be the first time the guys see me in one. The one piece wasn't horrible, but it wasn’t exactly flattering for my body.
"Don't forget the sunscreen," Charlie reminds me, before she starts to rub some over my body. Her hands wander and I know she's doing it on purpose, because her cheeky grin is a dead giveaway. Putting some sunscreen on her as well, I give her a little payback by squeezing her ass and giving it a little slap after I am done. She just moans and sticks her ass out for more, loving it too much. Fuck that’s hot.
The guys meet us out on the porch. When I make my way out of the cabin, all the guys turn as one and look at me with a variety of emotions in their eyes. Lust, hunger, love, and guilt. Can you guess who felt that last one? Doesn't matter, I have no time to analyze his mixed signals.
Talon lets out a cat call, as he takes in my bikini that is black with white flowers. "Hot damn! Who are you, and what did you do with my girlfriend?" he jokes. I smile and give him the finger, making him laugh.
Making my way past them, I head down the steps but turn in the opposite direction of the boat house. "Where are you going?" Oliver calls out to me.
"I'll be right back! I'll meet you down at the boathouse!" I call back, while they all start heading down. Rounding the corner, I find the little shed next to the cabin. Charlie told me earlier that that’s where all the water toys and equipment are kept.
After finding what I'm looking for, I put it all on and waddle my way down to meet them. Charlie is the first to see me. Her eyes go wide for a second, but then she breaks out into a fit of laughter at what I'm wearing.
I decided to put on a life jacket this time, just to be safe. Now, she's not laughing at me because I'm wearing that, no, it's the swan ring floaty circling my hips that sets her off.
"Firefly, don't you think that's a little much?" Oliver asks, trying but failing horribly at holding back his amusement. Did I mention, I also have arm floaties on?
“I'm never putting my safety at risk for vanity again. You can never be too careful," I say, defending my ridiculous get up. I try to fold my arms for an added effect, but fail. I can't get my arms to cross, because of all the floaties, and I just end up punching the swan in the face by accident. Charlie breaks out into another fit of laughter.
"Shorty, you're forgetting that by the end of the school year, you were just as good as any of us at swimming. I promise you, nothing’s gonna happen to you. We won't let it. But you don't need us anyways, because you're a pro at swimming now. Aquaman has nothing on you, Baby," he grins, wiggling his eyebrows.
Sighing, I let my arms fall to my sides, as I give up on trying to fold my arms and knock out the floaty again in the process. "Fine, but I'm keeping it on for now, until I feel comfortable enough."
"My Love, you're gonna have to lose the swan and water wings if you wanna fit on one of these jets, and seeing how I don't think you know how to drive one, you're gonna have to pair up with someone. You won't fit with all that on, but leave the life jacket on, it’s your best shot anyways," Ben says. I grumble, as I take everything except the life jacket off.
Charlie has three jet skis. Talon offers to take Ben. So I'm left with riding behind either Oliver or Charlie. The obvious choice would be for me to go with Charlie, because if I went with Oliver, Charlie is left with Tyson, and I'm not sure if she would feel comfortable with that. He may be Oliver's brother and my part time guard dog, but Charlie only really knows him as her gym teacher. But that would leave Olly with Tyson, and I don't think they want to be wrapping their arms around each other.
Even though Oliver probably won’t be a fan of me riding behind his brother, I decide to go with Tyson to spare Charlie.
The look on Tyson’s face, when I tell the others, is confusing. Too many emotions pass over his face to be able to know what the heck this stubborn man is really thinking.
We load up the jets, and one by one, everyone else takes off out of the boathouse. I stand there next to Tyson as he starts it up. He looks at me with a cocked brow. "You gonna get on, Princess? I don't bite...hard," he says, as his serious face grows into a playful grin. Rolling my eyes, I ignore the fluttering feeling that his words leave in my belly. Is he flirting or just being an ass? Definitely an ass, that's gotta be it.
I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the nervous feeling that I get whenever I think about touching him. We’ve never hugged or shook hands or anything.
Climbing on, I wrap my arms around him. The engine is loud, but I can still feel the way he sucks in a breath the moment I make contact.
I lay my cheek on his back and close my eyes. I have the strongest urge to run my hands all over his rock hard, toned abs.
Tyson takes one of his big hands and places it over mine. "Hold on tight, Princess," he says in a husky voice. Fuck. This is not happening right now. Nope. I am not getting turned on right now. No fucking way!
The ride to the floating dock is short. We tie up the jets and unload the coolers. For the next hour, we have the time of our lives on the inflatable obstacle course. It’s so much fun, it even has a slide and everything. The guys take turns launching me in the air and into the water. I really have come a long way in just one year when it comes to swimming.
We take a break and settle down to have something to eat. Sounds of other jet skis make me look away from Oliver and our conversation.
A group of college kids pull up next to our jets. They get off, tie up their jets and make their way over to us.
There’s four guys. All of them scream money and are way too preppy for my liking. The three girls, that came with them, are all dressed in scraps of material that are apparently supposed to be their bikinis. May as well just go naked, seeing how they cover just about nothing.
They all have sunkissed tans and look just as preppy as the boys.
“Sup?” the guy with the blonde wavy hair greets us.
My guys are now on guard, but they nod back.
“Hope you don’t mind if we join you?” he asks, looking at Charlie like he wants to fuck her.
She scrunches up her nose at his appraisal of her. “I guess not,” she says hastily.
“Nice!” the black haired guy says. “I’m Donny. This is Sam,” he says, pointing to the blonde guy. “This is Landon,” he says, pointing at a brown haired guy. “And that is Max.” The last guy is another blonde, but his hair is buzzed close to his head.
“And who are you?” Donny asks me with a flirty smile. Oliver lets out a low growl.
“Emmy,” I say, forcing a smile.
Looking past the guy, I see the girls giggling, as they eye up my guys and Tyson. Jealousy flairs and the urge to claw their eyes out for looking at what's mine is strong, but I do nothing.
“And who are your friends?” Sam asks.
“This is Charlie,” I say, pointing at her.
“Her girlfriend,” she says, not liking how these guys are looking at me either. That only made the lust in their eyes stronger. Fuck. These preppy bitches and dicks better not ruin my birthday. I don't even know them, but the vibes I'm getting off of them are causing me to dislike them.
“This is Ben and Talon,” I say. The girls giggle again. But when they see Talon wrap his arm around Ben, their faces fall seeing that he’s taken. “My boyfriends,” I say, adding shock to their disappointed faces. Talon just smirks at their reaction.
The girl with the black hair steps up. “I'm Erin, this is Tabby,” she says, jestering to her blond haired friend. “And this is Leah.” The brown haired girl.
“What’s your name, big boy?” she purrs to Oliver. His face is stone.
He pulls me on to this lap. “Oliver,” he says, and the girl looks annoyed to see that his arms are around me now. Not today, hoe, I’ve got enough crazy bitches after my man, the crazy train is full.
“Let me guess, you're also her boyfriend?” she snarks, grinding her jaw.
I smile wide. “Yup,” I say in an overly perky way with a big smile. Oliver chuckles and kisses me possessively, marking his territory.
“And I am not,” Tyson drawls from behind us. Erin's face lights up again. She plays with a piece of her hair, as she locks down her new prey. “Oh really?” she asks. I don't like this bitch. I don't like any of them, but this one I hate the most.
Tyson
THERE'S A HOT GIRL on my lap with her tongue down my throat, but I could care less. Sure, her wiggling on my dick is making it semi hard, but that’s only biology. My head is not in it. The only reason I'm even making out with this girl, is to try and get another one out of my head.
From the moment I saw her at the tattoo shop, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her, but I always suspected she was too young for me. But then she walked into my bar, tucked under my brother's arm, wearing that tight red shirt and jeans showing off her round ass, looking hotter than ever, and now my attraction to her is even worse than before.
I just don't get it. She’s a bratty princess. She only just turned 19 today, and I'm 25. She’s with my brother and his friends and has a girlfriend. Yet, she’s the only girl I care to think about.
Every time I fuck a Sweet Butt now, I’m just going though the motions. I get off, but the only way I can even enjoy it is to pretend that they’re a sassy brunette with tattoos that cover her creamy white skin, instead of whatever girl of the night I usually get with.
I'm determined to fuck her out of my head. I will be balls deep in any woman I can find until I no longer think of her. She’s not mine and never will be, and it’s time for my dick to get the memo.
She’s been giving Erin dirty looks all day. We left the obstacle course half an hour ago. Erin’s friends took off to their cabin, but she decided to stay behind with us, clearly because of me. Everyone else has gone inside Charlie's cabin, and I've been out here trying to get the image of Emmy in that bikini out of my head.
“Come on, let's sneak off somewhere and you can show me just how hard you are for me,” she purrs. Why not, why use my hand to get rid of the problem, when there's a ready and willing girl to do it for me?
We walk behind the cabin and tuck ourselves behind a tree so that we are out of view. Erin tries to kiss me again, but I’m done with that. I just wanna get rid of my stiff cock and go inside and order some pizza.
Spinning her around, I push her against the tree. She moans at my roughness. “Fuck me,” she says breathlessly. I was planning to. Lifting her skirt up, I pull her swim bottoms to the side. Taking my cock out of my pants, I slip the condom from my back pocket onto me, and in one quick thrust, I enter her. She lets out a slutty moan that turns me off. I don’t want a fake porn star.
I start thrusting into her, willing this to just be over with, but after a few more minutes of her phoney sounds of pleasure, I'm nowhere near cumming.
The idea of not being able to finish makes me feel like a shitty excuse for a man. So I do the only thing I can think of, I picture that it’s Emmy that I'm balls deep in.
It does the trick. I imagine her lush breasts bouncing as I take her from behind. Her genuine moans of pleasure, as my cock fills her tight cunt.
Feeling my balls tightening, I know I'm about to cum. Gripping the real girl that I’m fucking, I pound into her a few more times before cumming hard. “Emmy,” I groan, realising that I didn't say it in my head, but out loud. When I open my eyes, the woman in my head is standing a few feet from the tree. Her eyes are wide with shock at the use of her name, while I’m still inside another woman, but I also see hurt and disgust that she caught me fucking a random girl out here, when I should have been inside with everyone else, celebrating her birthday.
Her face turns livid and she turns around, taking off back to the cabin.
I'm about to go after her when I feel a sharp slap across my face. Shocked, I put my hand over the stinging of my cheek. Erin stands there breathing hard. She’s furious at me but to be honest, I don't really care.
“You're such a pig!” she yells. “How dare you say another woman’s name while fucking me!” She says it like its some big honor to fuck her. She puts out for strangers, so it can't be that big of a prize.
I don't like her attitude. She may not know who I am, but I sure as hell don't allow anyone to put their hands on me in any way without my permission.
With my lack of response, she raises her hand to slap me again. This time I grab her by the wrist and pin her against the tree.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again, rich bitch!” I hiss. I'm not into hurting women, but like hell am I just gonna stand here while she uses me as her personal punching bag.
Saying another woman’s name during sex is a classless thing to do, sure, but so is fucking someone you met an hour ago.
She tries to hide her fear, but I see it clearly in her eyes. She doesn't say anything, just yanks her wrist out of my grip and storms off.
“Men are fucking dogs,” she mutters under her breath, as she takes off down the path in the direction of her own cabin.
Looking down, I see that my dick is still out and soft. Taking the condom off, I tie it before tucking myself back into my pants.
I toss the condom in the outside trash and head back inside.
IT’S BEEN AN HOUR SINCE Emmy found me in the woods. I haven't seen her since. She’s been in her room with Oliver, video chatting with Felicity.
My stomach growls and I ask everyone what they want for their pizza order. Once the pizza arrives, we all sit down and dig in. All but Oliver and Emmy.
“Hey, where are the other two?” I ask no one in particular.
Charlie shrugs, taking a bite of her pizza.
Not wanting to let the pizza get cold, I go search for my brother and his girlfriend. Rounding the corner to Emmy and the guys’ room, I hear moaning.
“Fuck, Olly, yes, right there!” Emmy pants. “God, your tongue is amazing,” she moans.
Something pulls me in their direction. My mind knows what's going on, but my body doesn’t seem to care.
I stand in the shadows of the hall as I look in through the crack of the bedroom door. Emmy is laying on the bed, her sundress pulled up to her belly with my brother's head between her legs.
My cock immediately hardens at the sight. I know it's wrong, this is my brother and his girl, but I can't help it. Seeing her breathless, lost in ecstasy, as Oliver feasts on her pussy. His mouth covers her core, his eyes focused on her, but I can see his need for her in them. I also see his arm leisurely rocking back and forth, making his fingers move in and out of her. As her breathing picks up, so does the speed at which he is fingering her. From the flexing of his forearm, I can tell he is curling his fingers in a come hither motion, pushing her closer and closer to her bliss.
Her hands thread through his hair, so she can hold him in place, grinding for her pleasure.
Her breathing picks up another notch and her legs start to shake. She’s about to cum. She tosses her head to the side and her eyes open, suddenly locking with mine. She doesn't look away, no shock or surprise in her eyes. No, she's lost in her pleasure. It’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. The beauty of her makes my heart pound in my chest, and I can hardly catch my breath.
Her lips part and she fists the bed sheets, arching her back, as she cries out her orgasm. She looks like a goddess as her chest heaves, coming down from her high.
Oliver moves away from her sex and I quietly leave, not wanting to get caught by anyone else.
What the fuck was that?
Why didn't she say anything when she caught me watching?
Will she?
Fuck, I don’t know, but one thing I do know is that any hope I had of getting Emmy out of my head is long gone. That girl has ruined me. Any time I touch myself or fuck someone from now on, I know that the image and sounds of her cumming are gonna be the only thing I'll be able to think about.