Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 12

Sam and I lay on the yacht with our feet hanging in the water. We watch the stars together as one shoots across the night sky. Sam whispers to me,
"Make a wish."

I sit up slightly with a smirk on my face, looking down at him. He raises an eyebrow at me, confused. I grasp both my hands around his muscular arm, trying to pull him. He doesn't budge. He chuckles,
"Are you trying to pull me into the water?"

Darn it! In a swift movement he stands up and pulls me into his arms, holding me above the water. I scream and cling to him tightly,
"Don't you dare!!"
He laughs devilishly with the biggest grin on his face,
"What? But you were just about to push me in, weren't you?"

I squeal as he tosses me into the water. My hand reaches out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the water with me. The water splashes loudly as we plummet down. I feel the water holding me. A feeling I've always loved, but then I feel something even more beautiful. One of Sams arms wraps around my waist and I feel us moving up, just like that I forget where I am. I just want to stay down here with him and the water.

Both our heads burst through the water, we struggle to catch our breath through the laughter. I push out, away from the boat and splash Sam. He dives on top of me, his arms compressing my body up against his own. I lift my arms around his neck, holding his head. his arms travel to the small of my back. He floats on his back with me on top of him back to the boat. We lean against the boat holding each other for a few more seconds then needed.

Once we finally go back into the yacht everyone is passed out drunk over the sofas. Sam hushes me as we tip toe to the single room, leaving a trail of water behind us. Sam looks at my wet clothes then at his own. He offers,
"Do you want a change of clothes?"

I look down at my dripping clothes and nod. Sam walks over to the closet and pulls out some clothes. We stand at opposite sides of the room with our backs turned to each other. I take off my shorts and shirt, then peak over to Sam. He has a new pair of shorts on and is pulling a white button down over his back. scattered on his back are bruises. I gasp slightly, making him turn to me too. I forget that I am only wearing a bra and underwear and I walk over to him, my eyes examining his bruises that are also on his stomach and chest. I look up to him, he looks unfazed. His own eyes concentrated on the curves of my body. I ask, concerned,
"What happened?"
Which brings him back to reality, but his expression only becomes disgruntled. He whispers,
"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

I look at his bruised body, my expression only becoming more concerned. I gaze into his eyes and start to talk,
"I am going to worry abo-"

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He pushes me against the wall, making my breathing heavy and cutting off my train of thought. He tilts up my chin so I am looking into his engulfing eyes. His hand holding one of my arms up against the wall. His body pressing mine tightly against the wall, his knee pressing in between my legs. I stand on my tiptoes so my body doesn't press against his knee. His hand holding my chin up slowly moves around my throat. I feel my legs wobble, making my hips fall down onto his knee, the area in between my legs pressing on his upper leg. I gasp, feeling tingles rush up through my body. His husky voice whispers into my ear,
"I said don't worry about it."

His lips brushing against my ear, making my neck arch up. I reach my free hand to push up from his thigh slightly to removes some pressure. Instead I find my hand moving to his inner thigh. I try to convince myself this is a bad idea, but my body doesn't listen to me. He moves ever so slowly away from my ear, but his face stays just as close to my own. I turn to him, my whole body begging for his lips to be on mine. I feel my mouth watering, I want it so badly. His thumb moves to my bottom lip, pulling it down. I let out another tiny gasp. He seems amused with me as he tilts his head slightly with a small smirk.

Finally his lips press against mine softly at first, then become more rough. I close my eyes as he bites my lower lip, I trail my tongue softly around the inner part of his lips. His hands move to the sides of my waist and he lifts me onto his hips, pressing me against the wall even harder, my legs spread apart. I move my hands to his neck, then my lips softly brush down to his neck too. Sams hand lightly brush up my back, sending chills down my spine. They move to the back of my bra, in a swift motion he unhooks it and takes it off. Leaving my perky chest exposed. I pull away from his neck where a large red mark is left as Sams hand gropes around the side of my breast. His thumb traces around my nipple, making my head lean back. I bite my lip trying to not make any noise. His lips move to my breast, he makes out with it softly. My back arches in and my hand moves to hold his hair. I feel his hand move under my underwear, he grasp my ass then slowly moves it up along my hip and to my lower stomach area. I feel my body pulse in that area. I have never wanted something so badly.

Suddenly he pulls away from me, his hands go to my hips as he gently puts me back onto the ground. My checks are rosy and I look at him with my confusion written all over my face. He looks down to the side then into my eyes, his hands leave the sides of my waist and in turn I slowly take my hands away from his neck. All he says is,
"Sorry."
He looks ashamed. He scratches the back of his head and turns to leave. I reach my hand out for him, but the voice in my mind stops me. Of course he doesn't want you. I let my hand fall back to me. I let him leave.