As we grew up, there was no denying our physical attraction to one another. We’ve always found ways to hang out outside of summer visits to the beach houses on the island. My mom just so happens to be his family’s personal accountant and does the books for their ranch in Mississippi. I tend to tag along on her visits just to sneak off to see him. Even before things were sexual between us, I just liked being around him.
Last November, after my eighteenth birthday, I hit him with an offer he couldn’t refuse.?
No feelings.?
No emotions.?
No attachment.?
We can still sleep with whoever we want, whenever we want. However, when either of us wants or needs amazing, mind-blowing sex, we go to each other.
He gets that I want to keep things strictly casual. He doesn’t push past those boundaries because it’s also all he wants. It’s the perfect arrangement. He makes me laugh, he’s great in bed, and as a perk, I actually enjoy being around him, even when his cock isn’t inside of me. Which is weird for me.
In the beginning, when I made him promise not to fall in love with me, he scoffed at the thought. I knew then that we were compatible.
Because of how easy things are with him, I find myself constantly wanting to be near him. Somehow, he brings a sense of peace over me. A type of calm that I struggle to find on my own. Jett breaks our kiss, searching my face. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, voice low, just above a whisper.
“About what?”
“About whatever was invading your thoughts back there. I see you, Iz.”
“Right now? You want to talk,now?” I scoff. “Fuck no”
His face flashes with a look of disappointment, but he doesn’t falter or pull back.
My heart begins to pick up its pace at the sight of him below me, looking at me like I’m a meal he’s dying to devour, yet longingly at the same time. We stay there for a moment, looking each other over, appreciating one another.Feelingone another beyond the physical.
It’s overwhelming.
It’s too much. Too personal. Too intimate.
So, I do what I do best.
“Are you going to fuck me with your eyes or your dick? Personally, I prefer the latter. Unless you’re too—”
Before I can continue talking shit, his mouth takes mine again. This time, the kiss is hungry, feverish. His tongue pushes past my lips and explores around mine. I tilt my head back slightly, allowing me better access to kiss him back. One of my hands tugs at the short strands on the top of his head as the other digs into his back, pulling him closer.
I thrust my hips, seeking contact against him. He quickly catches on to what I need and grinds his erection into me.
“I’m only going to ask once...” Jett says against my mouth, his words choppy and breathy through his panting. “Are you sure? Here? It’s dark, but if someone passes by, they could see—”?
“Now,” I demand as my hands travel down his body until I reach his swim trunks. Jett lifts slightly, allowing me to loosen the drawstrings holding up his board shorts. With the last tug of the strings, I push them down just enough until his eager cock springs out at full attention.
I allow a moan to escape, taking his length into my hand, not even attempting to hold back.
“See?Beast,” I say seductively, stroking him from root to tip.
The moon now hangs a little higher. Running through the water that lines the shore, I turn back to see Jett closer than I expect. Thinking fast on my feet, I spin quickly, swinging my handthrough the incoming wave, forcing water to splash in his face and attempting to slow him down.
Fail—massive fail.
Jett’s laugh whips through the air as he becomes more determined and closes in on me.
In one last attempt, I dart at full speed. My advance on him falters as he wraps his large arms around my waist, pulling me in. He swings me around in a circle, causing the hysterics that are my current laugh.
“You’re a cheater!” I shout, firmly shoving at his chest, trying to stifle my laughter.
“I didn’t cheat. I won that fair and square,” Jett says with a wickedly handsome smile plastered across his face.
