I ran to the shoreline, my shoes getting wet as I waded in, waiting for him to come back up.Why wasn’t he coming back up?
Brandon yelled out suddenly in shock but by the time my head whipped around, he was gone, ripples and bubbles where he’d been pulled under the water. My head whipped back and forth, right to left, as I waited for either one of them to come back up. Caspian had been under so long.
Brandon suddenly emerged from the water, sputtering and inhaling. A moment later Caspian quietly emerged beside him, smiling widely as Brandon swam away from him as fast as he could.
“How did you swim that fast!” Brandon barked with wide eyes. “Jesus, you ass,” he snapped, splashing water at Caspian who laughed, diving back down. He popped up right in front of me and began lifting from the water.
“Don’t do that again,” I snapped, angry at how scared he had made me. “You didn’t know if it was safe. What if there was a rock? What if it was shallow?” He came up out of the water, his swimming shorts and shirt clinging to him, totally drenched. I saw the outline of his new tattoo, peaking through but couldn’t make out what it was.
“I’m sorry,” he said genuinely, looking upset. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I knew the water was fine—”
“How?” I asked. There was no way he could have known that.
“I could see it, from the top,” he offered and I sighed as he rubbed my arms up and down.
“Okay,” I said, still rattled but the tension left my body as he touched me.
“I’m sorry,” he responded again, pulling his hands to my face and then leaning in, kissing me in front of everyone. I sucked in a breath and looked over at the camera aimed at us. I squirmed from his grip, thinking about what kind of show he suggested we put on for them.
I went back to the water's edge, kicking my shoes off and pulling off my dress. I slipped my fingers into the fabric of my bikini, adjusting everything. It was hard to find the right two-piece but this one had good support, with thick straps instead of anything too stringy.
Caspian’s arms slid around me and he pressed me to him. His eyes were burning as they traveled over my skin with hunger like I’d never seen on his face before.
“I need to be inside you,” he said to me and my eyes widened, looking around but it was hard to tell if anyone heard him. I couldn’t get used to how he kept shamelessly saying it like that. It gave my body a visceral reaction every time. He leaned in, kissing my neck below my ear.
“Caspian,” I complained and he bit my jaw like an irritated cat. I could feel the others watching us and I could see the cameraman fiddling with something like he was zooming in. Oh hell. Caspian didn’t seem to mind, he was pawing me, kissing my neck and jaw, grinding himself against me. I’d never seen him like this. It was making me dizzy and my body felt heavy.
“What’s on your neck?” The cameraman asked with a frown, confirming he was indeed zooming in on us. Caspian sighed in annoyance but finally dislodged from me, holding my hand as we moved into deeper water. There was a pull in the water that could sweep us downstream lazily if we wanted to float.
“It’s nothing,” I responded to the question, covering the bite with my hand. It felt embarrassing for everyone to see it. A display of kinkiness for everyone to peer at closely. I wasn’t even sure how I should feel about it entirely. It shocked me how much I didn’t mind it, how much Ienjoyedit. The idea of Caspian biting me again had places low in my body tightening in anticipation. It had been so brutal and raw, a man unable to control just how much he wanted me in every way. Then the way he kept looking at and teasing the area as if the mark was something he was proud I wore.
Brandon came over closer and his eyes widened.
“Fuck, that’s a bite mark,” he said as he jerked his attention to Caspian. “Did you do that to her?”
“It’s fine,” I grumbled, trying to talk low enough that the camera wasn’t part of the conversation. I imagined this leaking out too, the entire world watching as their rockstar crush desperately pawed at me at the river. I sort of liked that idea though, having everyone see how much he wanted me.
Another bandmate swam up and gandered at the mark before I covered it back up with my hand and sunk lower in the water. It was deep enough in the middle that my feet couldn’t touch. Caspian was at my side, his arms wrapping around me underwater.
“Holy shit,” the other guy said. His eyes went back and forth between Caspian and me. “That doesn’t look human.” I felt my heart begin thumping hard in my chest. The memory of teeth too sharp on my neck, the dream of Caspian as some type of fish man. A mermaid? A siren? I didn’t know.
Don’t think about it.
“Shut up,” I snapped out and immediately regretted it but it got them to stop talking. I frowned, feeling guilty for lashing out when they’d been so nice today.
“Are you okay?” Caspian asked and I nodded. He smiled. Underwater he tugged at my hand, pulling it towards his crotch. My eyes widened in shock as I felt his erection but then I bit my lip and moved my hand up and down its length. Caspian’s eyes widened slightly like he was surprised I was playing along.
His bandmates were still swimming just beside us. The camera was still watching us like a remorseless stalker. The water was murky though and no one could see. My heart thumped in my chest as I moved my hand inside of his shorts, gripping him. The idea of making him come in front of everyone made me flush with excitement. I wanted to see it—see his face crack in uncontrolled pleasure as I made him finish with my hand.
Caspian hummed in pleasure before laying a kiss on my mouth. I gently squeezed right under the head of his cock, then ran my hand up and down his length while everyone unknowingly watched. His lips hovered above mine, his breath hitching slightly.
“Someone air up the tubes,” one of the bandmates said but all my attention was on Caspian in my hand. His lips pressed to mine in between breaths and a small groan whispered up from his throat. I could actually feel him throbbing in my hand. The throbbing was so extreme it was almost as if the shape of him was changing, enlarging.
Caspian grabbed my wrist suddenly and tugged me off him. He cleared his throat and wouldn’t look at me, as if embarrassed all of a sudden despite his earlier attitude.
“We should tube with them. It would be fun,” he said, dropping my hand and swimming away. I was confused as he broke contact and left me swimming there alone. He’d started that, so why was he acting so strange now? It was just like in the tent. Things just started to get heavy and then he pulled back.
Did he really want this? Was he shy for some reason? Did he prefer going slow? I wouldn’t press him. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. I swam towards the shore where a motley collection of inflatable tubes and floats had been assembled. There were even floats attached to the cooler and someone tied it onto their tube so it could come with us.
