She throws her head up, arching her back, trying to find the best position to pull me in as far as possible; I can’t resist the sight of her breasts, moving in front of my eyes. I take a nipple between my teeth, closing my mouth around it and sucking at the taste of salt that still lies on her skin. I want to suck at her until she’s bruised, raw.
I’m sitting in the back seat of my car, Casey on my dick; we’re both naked, and we’re having sex like two teenagers almost in the middle of a road.
I feel excited, full of life. I feel electric, on the verge of coming.
“Casey… I can’t. You on top of me… fuck, you were right. You definitely go on top.”
Casey laughs, stopping for a few moments and looking at me with those maneater eyes, before lowering herself onto me and bending over my body.
That last push is the end for me.
I grab her arse, trying to move her even quicker, as her breathing grows faster, matching mine.
“Oh God, yes!” she yells, as I feel her heat explode with mine.
I don’t yell, but I collapse into her shoulder, trying to suffocate everything I want to cry out.
I hug her tightly and fall back against the car door, keeping her pinned to me. We’re not cold anymore; we have no breath, no words. We have nothing except each other, and this moment. Another perfect image to complete my collection of negatives which aren’t hidden away in a dusty box anymore: they’re being brought out into the light.
39
Casey
The only clothes we could recover were my jeans and his T-shirt. The rest must have been dragged out to sea, lost on the beach, or dropped during our sprint to the car.
“Okay, no problem. I’ll wear the jeans, and you can wear my T-shirt.”
“And walk around with my arse hanging out?” I ask as I tug the top over my head.
“It’s a beautiful arse. It’d be a shame to cover it up.”
“Idiot,” I say, laughing.
“You can wear the jeans, too, if you like. I have no problem walking around naked.”
“Of course you don’t. Everyone in the world has seen you naked, anyway.”
Nick laughs. “Does that bother you?”
“Absolutely not. Do you want it to bother me?”
Nick leans closer and takes my chin in his fingers. “Are you jealous, Casey Madigan?” he asks, amused.
“What am I supposed to be jealous of, Nick? You’re not mine.”
His gaze wavers a little – but what I said was true, wasn’t it?
“Then what were we doing tonight?”
“It was crazy. Just a stupid thing that kids do. And we’re not kids anymore.”
He turns away without a word, getting out of the car totally naked to look for his still-wet jeans. I clamber into the front seat from the back.
He turns on the ignition, keeping the heating turned up high, and we drive away in silence from the place where I made the most stupid mistake I could’ve made: the place where I believed in Nick O’Connor.
My God, I’ll never be able to look at the sea again without thinking of the two of us, immersed by the waves. I’ll never be able to lie on the beach without thinking of his face above mine, the droplets of water sliding down my skin, the pressing urgency of his body. I’ll never be able to be with anyone else, without thinking of his thrusts, his mouth; his hands, wandering over me.
I’ll never love anyone like I love Nick O’Connor.
