𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

15

𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨

I groan quietly as I wake up, a smile playing on my lips as I reach for the cocoa-butter-eyed beauty. My arm meets the cold, empty mattress, and a sharp pang hits me. I sit up abruptly, scanning the room for any sign of her. The spot she left is still warm, but she's gone. Anger surges through me. I can't believe she left without saying goodbye, especially after telling me this was her last day here. I run my hands through my hair, gripping it tightly in frustration. My chest tightens, and I feel the heat of my anger rising. I'm fuming, every muscle in my body tense with the betrayal.

To get rid of the anger, I do what I usually do—hit the waves. I get out of bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath my feet. I take off my shirt, revealing the tension in my muscles, and put on my swim trunks. I head to the bathroom, brush my teeth with quick, angry strokes, and relieve myself. Stepping outside, the salty breeze hits my face as I walk towards my backyard ocean. The waves are light today, gently kissing the shore, and the morning sun casts a golden glow over the deserted beach. It's just me and the ocean, ready to wash away my frustration.

The waves lightly stroke against me as I swim. I lose track of time until my fingers are pruny. I wade out of the water and walk back to my beach house, grabbing a towel on the way inside. Glancing at my phone on the counter, an idea strikes me to help erase thoughts of Alina and her mistake of leaving me. I pick up the phone and bring it to my ear. A seductive "Hello" greets me, making me roll my eyes. "Come over with your skimpiest swimsuit," I say. I hear her shuffling in the background before I hang up.

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I quickly step into the shower, determined to wash her hands off of me, hoping it will help me stop thinking about her. As the warm water cascades down, I try to clear my mind. Suddenly, I notice a figure walking into the bathroom through the foggy shower glass. Lena stands there, wearing a little green bikini, just like I asked her too.

She looks nothing like Alina. As I take her in from the shower, I can't help but notice Lena's curvy and sultry figure. Her chest is full, and her body exudes a different kind of allure. Alina, with her perfectly proportioned frame and long, slender legs, contrasts sharply with Lena's thicker, more voluptuous build.

I shake off thoughts of Alina as I address Lena. "Take the bikini off," I say, my gaze locked on her. She nods slowly, pulling it off, adding to the tension in the moment.

Her pink nipples rise to meet the cool air, and my gaze hardens with intensity. "Take your bottoms off," I command again, my voice firm. My dick tightens, not because of Lena, but because my mind is filled with dirty thoughts of Alina. Lena moves slowly, peeling off her bottoms and letting them fall in a heap at her feet. She opens the shower door, her green eyes blazing with lust. Despite the palpable tension, something feels off. It's not right. She's not her.

"Kneel for me," I demand, the water now cascading down her black hair. She looks up at me with flushed cheeks and plump lips, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. These are not the same lips I kissed less than a day ago, but the intensity of the moment is undeniable.

I motion her closer as she takes hold of my dick, her tongue flicking over my tip while her eyes lock onto mine with an intense gaze. Her head bobs rhythmically as she takes my entire cock into her mouth, and I can't help but grunt in response. "Keep going," I urge her, my voice thick with anticipation. She continues, her movements becoming more deliberate and precise, as she gags. As I reach my peak, I release into her mouth, and she takes it all in without hesitation.

As she stands up, her nipples brushing against me. I grab them with my hand, caressing them slowly until I notice her pussy dripping and wet. I slip two fingers in slowly, causing a soft moan to escape her lips as she starts pinching her prickled nipples.

"God, Alina." I say as she reaches her high. She pauses, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of surprise and intensity. The sound of the shower fades into silence, the only noise now our heavy breaths mingling in the steamy air. My mind races as I suddenly remember—this isn't Alina, it's Lena. The realization hits me like a wave, and I see the confusion in her eyes, mirroring my own.

A wave of irritation and distaste washes over me. How could I let this happen with Lena? She's always been a whore, hooking up with every guy she comes across. The thought of being involved with her makes my skin crawl.

I feel a wave of disgust wash over me for letting Lena's lips touch my dick. "Get out," I command, my voice firm as she steps out of the shower. "Did you like it?" she asks, her eyes searching mine. "Get the fuck out of my house," I repeat, more forcefully. She slips her bikini back on, her movements slow and deliberate, before leaving the bathroom. I step out of the shower, taking a deep breath as the steam swirls around me, trying to clear my head.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

The boys and I are gathered around the table, chugging beers. Kenny throws his head back, laughing hysterically. God, he's a fucking idiot. Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around me, nails digging into my sides uncomfortably. Looking down, I see Lena clinging to me. I've only kept her around because my parents stopped nagging me about not having a girlfriend. "Hey baby," she says, trying to sound seductive. The atmosphere around the boys shifts; nobody likes Lena—she's a real pain. Honestly, I don't really like her either.

Lena blinks profusely and says, "Can we go to your bedroom?" Her voice carries a hint of desperation, and I can feel the eyes of my teammates on us, waiting for my response. I want to tell her to fuck off, but that wouldn't be very boyfriend-like. Not that I plan on being her boyfriend, but everyone else already thinks I am. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my irritation in check. I scoff, "Seriously, Lena? Can't you see I'm just trying to enjoy some time with my teammates?" My words come out sharper than intended, but I don't care. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can sense the disappointment in her eyes, but I refuse to let her ruin my evening.

She suddenly stomps her feet, throwing a tantrum. "I have a surprise for you in your bedroom," she says, her anger fuming as she kicks the ground. I hear my teammates holding back laughs, some shaking their heads in disbelief. The whole scene feels surreal, like something out of a dramatic play, but I can't let her theatrics get to me.

"Lena, fucking leave." Quinn says, clearly fed up with her games. He knows her tricks all too well. I nod in agreement beside him as she huffs and walks away, clearly annoyed. The tension eases a bit, and I can see my teammates trying to stifle their laughter.

"Oh, fuck off," I say to them, shooting a playful glare around the packed party. We organized this gathering to celebrate our season opener on Monday, and I'm laser-focused on making sure everything goes smoothly for the big day.

I don't need any distractions, especially Lena. Her constant drama is the last thing I need right now.

The significant distraction that had slipped from my mind hours ago, walks through the front door, exuding confidence. Every eye in the room is drawn to her, and it's no wonder why. Her figure is devilishly alluring, with tan, smooth skin that seems to glow. She's wearing a tight, skimpy navy dress that accentuates every curve, and I have to admit—she looks absolutely breathtaking. Her long, toned legs carry her with an effortless grace, making her stand taller and more striking than all her friends.

"Fuck," I mutter under my breath as Damian strolls beside me, casually sipping his beer. "She's a gorgeous doll," he remarks with a smirk, "I've been riling her and her friend up in biology." I shoot him a quick glance. "You know her?" He meets my gaze, a knowing look in his eyes. "Looks like you know her too," he quips, smirking before heading over to greet her. She blushes as he chats, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. I roll my eyes and turn away.

No more distractions.