The Beach

13

Aylin Russell

I don't know what the fuck possessed me, but I've never been more turned on.

There's probably something wrong with me, because my boyfriend literally beat him up ten minutes ago and now I want him to fuck me.

But it's not just that. I've wanted this for a long time, I just didn't want to admit it to myself, because I had to stay with Robert. Now I don't care about him at all. I know I'm probably gonna regret this tomorrow, but I want at least one person to make me feel good.

I don't like him at all and I can tell he doesn't like me either, but right now we just want to use each other for pleasure.

So I just try to push the overthinking to the side and watch as he quickly pulls away and starts wandering around the drawers to find a condom. He's breathless and his hands are so fast that they shake a little.

I chuckle under my breath and when he finally finds it he comes back between my legs and pulls me closer to him. That causes me to gasp a little and put my hands on his shoulders again.

He leans in and connects our lips again like it's the most casual thing. It's useless, because the second it starts he starts grinding his hardness against my underwear and It's just our open mouths brushing against each other as we pant.

"Are you sure about this?"he whispers into my lips, his one hand going on my hip to stop me from moving.

"Yes."I nod embarrassingly fast, causing him to smirk.

His head buries into my neck, making me tilt my head up and close my eyes. His hand goes lower from my hips, making them twitch. I part my lips and let out a sigh when he starts putting open-mouthed kisses and his hand reaches my lower stomach.

His other hand goes to my thigh, slowly lifting it up to push my dress up as well. I take the back of his neck, lifting my ass up from the counter so he can lift it to my waist.

He wastes no time lowering his hand to the waistline of my underwear and slips it in without a warning. His index and middle fingers go straight to my clit, making me gasp and choke out a moan.

His fingers start a rhythm with slow circles, causing me to let out several breathless moans, pulling him closer to me by his hair.

Before I know it, his fingers stop at my entrance and he sinks his one finger before he sinks the other as well. He curves them inside of me, rubbing the place where it aches the most, and I can't help, but let out a long raspy sigh.

"Mmh, is all of this 'cause of me? I'm flattered."he whispers into my neck as I start grinding my hips against his fingers. A whimper leaves my mouth when he picks up his pace "Want more?"

I nod immediately, pulling his hair tighter which makes him tilt his head up from my neck. I quietly whine when his fingers pull away just to put his fingers on my lower lip.

I open my mouth and he sinks them down to his second knuckles. I lick them clean, making him part his lips. In the meantime my hands find his belt and they start undoing it. I quickly take it off, followed by the unzipping of his pants.

He takes his fingers out of my mouth and replaces them by his lips smashing against mine. It's just as lustful as the other ones, causing my hands to stop. But his ones help me out by pulling his pants down, along with his underwear.

I'm really about to have sex with Ethan.

I'm trying not to think about it again, but it's just hard not to. I'm never gonna see him again and as much as I don't like him, I know I'll be hurt after this.