She was all over it. Rubbing herself against me. Kissing me back. She started gasping encouragements and moaning sexy shit every chance she got.
I want you, Xander…
Yeah… please…
My cock strained against her and I ran a hand down between us, slipping my fingers into her bikini bottom. It was automatic, as my balls throbbed and everything in me zeroed in on her pussy. All I could think about was getting inside her…
I want you to be my first…
Fuck, yes.
I drifted my fingertips over her bare clit, and she groaned. My dick spasmed. She moved her hips, rocking into my touch as I rubbed her.
I want you to do with me what you do with those other girls…
Wait.
Fuckingwhat?
I stopped eating her face and dry humping her long enough to tear my mouth away and look her in the eye.
Other girls…?
Courteney panted beneath me, wriggling against me, hungry for more. Her lips were swollen, her hands clawing at my back.
“Don’t go,” she panted.
But I forced myself to fucking stop and take a breath. I withdrew my hand.
What did she say?
Was that really what she thought she wanted…?
No. No, that wasn’t right.
“You’re not like those other girls,” I told her, my voice gruff and tight as I pulled away.
This is wrong.
Just let her go.
I let her go and got up, kinda stumbling as I found my feet. It took me a moment to find my clothes in the dark, and find my way to the door, to get my ass through it. But I did.
She might’ve said something like, “Don’t go,” again, but I wasn’t really listening. I just left.
I made myself walk away from her.
Again.
Chapter Twelve
Courteney
It had been almost twenty-four hours since I walked into the poolhouse and climbed into Xander’s bed and made out with him—and then he disappeared.
I hadn’t seen him since.
I’d gotten over being embarrassed about it, then being angry about it… and now I was officially starting to feel sorry for myself. Just lying on my bed on a Friday night, moping.