Derrick is next to voice his plans. “We already talked about me having first watch tonight. I think I’m going to take a quick nap before we eat so I’m fully rested.” He walks over and gives me a quick peck before heading into the tent they already set up.
“I think I’ll go freshen up in the water,” I tell Alex and Klaus. Klaus pulls me tighter into his embrace for a moment, before letting go. Following the river, I walk in the direction taking me farther away from the waterfall. I would love to see it up close, but Marcus went that way, and I don’t want to disturb him if he decided to freshen up himself.
There are all kinds of flowers growing along the riverbed, and I can’t help but pick some and thread them into a crown. My mother and I used to pick flowers together and make temporary jewelry out of them whenever we traveled, and there wasn’t a village close enough to stay in. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from her yet. I’ll try sending a letter tomorrow if I haven’t received word.
Once I finish making my flower crown, I place it on my head and find a smooth rock on the riverbed to sit on. Pulling off my shoes and socks, I stick my feet into the water. Ahhh, yes, that’s the stuff. The gurgle of the water is soothing, almost lulling me to sleep.
Not wanting to fall asleep, I pick up my shoes and stuff my socks inside them, then I jump into the water, which only comes up to my knees. Thankfully, I changed into some cutoff shorts and a tank top when we were waiting for Britany to wake up, so I’m able to feel the refreshing coolness of the water caressing my skin. Slowly, I walk through the water, making my way farther down the river until it winds through trees once again.
A slight tug picks up on one of my bonds. It feels like one of my mates is close by, something I didn’t even realize I could detect since they’ve constantly been so close. It’s probably something to do with having more than one mate now that I think about it. I never felt anything like it with Marcellus, aside from when I sought him out on that last night.
Sitting on some grass, I direct a gust of wind on my feet to dry them, before putting on my socks and shoes. The tug on the bond brings me deeper into the trees, most of the remaining sunlight being blocked out by all the branches above me.
Keeping my vision sharp and my hearing heightened, I finally spot Marcus sitting on one of the many logs that’s fallen in this section of the woods like before. He’s slightly angled toward me, allowing me to see him through the trees. I quickly duck behind a trunk, to make sure he doesn’t catch me. Just for a moment, I want to be able to watch him when he doesn’t think anyone is around.
The way I‘ve treated him, caused him pain. I just want the chance to observe if he’s moved past it, or if he’s holding on to it when he knows I can’t read it on his face. He leans back after a moment and runs his hands over his head.
I’m caught off guard when his hands then go to his pants, and he opens them up just enough to pull his cock out. Awkward... I don’t need to spy on him going to the bathroom... except he doesn’t stand up. His hand begins to pump up and down before squeezing on the head. He repeats the motions, a slow buildup of pleasuring himself. Every now and again, he’ll fondle his balls. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
Biting my lip, I can’t resist being turned on by the sight. I’ve been on edge ever since this morning. Holding one hand on the tree I’m hiding behind, I use the other to undo my own button and zipper on my shorts so I can sink my hand into my panties. My pussy is already slick and I bring some of the wetness up to my clit so I can circle it with my fingertips.
I barely hold back a scream when hands wrap around my waist and lips press against my ear. “What a naughty angel!” Embarrassment floods my face, and I immediately try to pull my hand from my shorts. “Don’t stop rubbing that clit, my dirty girl,” Alex commands. His hands travel up my waist, pulling my shirt with them until he reaches my bra and pulls it up too, freeing my breasts from its hold.
He slowly massages my tits before moving on to squeeze my nipples. He pinches and pulls on them, sending zings of pleasure right to my clit where I’m still rubbing. A low moan escapes me from the sensations he’s pulling from me. “Shh... you don’t want him to hear us. Keep your eyes on Marcus. Watch as he pleasures himself thinking about you.”
“How do you know he’s thinking of me?” I ask in a low whisper. His hands leave my nipples and I miss his touch right away. He pulls on the wrist of the hand in my pants and I let him place my hand on the tree in front of me.
“Now be a good girl, and keep your hands here. I know he’s thinking of you, because you’re the only one any of us could be thinking of while rubbing one out.” He trails kisses from just behind my ear all the way down my neck until he has to pull my thin tank top strap off my shoulder. He adds in small licks and tiny nips as his mouth travels back in the direction it just came from.
His hands continue trailing over my skin, touching me everywhere. My arms get goosebumps with the featherlight touch, and I barely hold in a gasp when he reaches the area right above my panty line. Small torturous circles are repeated over my skin before one of his hands dips into my panties. I stop breathing, waiting for his touch, but he pauses before reaching my slit. He just waits there as Marcus lets out a moan enjoying his own ministrations.
“Please, Alex,” I finally beg.
“What is it you want, Angel?” he asks with a smile against the back of my neck where he’s currently kissing.
“I need you to touch me, Alex. Stop teasing!” I almost forget to keep my voice down in my exasperation, but to be honest, at this point I don’t care if Marcus knows we’re here.
“Where do you need my touch, Cecily?” I swear his use of my name causes me to get even wetter, it’s so rare for him to use it.
My breath stutters as I try to reply. “M-my pussy. I need your fingers inside me and on my clit.” Knowing how dirty Alex is, and how much of a tease he’s already been, I throw in a bit more for extra measure. “Pleasure me, Alex. Make my pussy cum on your fingers as they plunge deep inside me.”
His breath catches on my words, and he lets out a low growl before his middle finger slides through my slit, rewarding my dirty plea. Oh, yes! With his touch is the added buzzing of our bond, adding to the experience. His finger doesn’t stop sliding until his progress is stopped by his knuckles. Plunging inside of me a few times, he adds a second finger causing a delicious stretch.
His rhythm picks up, and when he adds his thumb to my clit, I let out a moan. My eyes close and my head drops back onto his shoulder. “Keep your eyes on Marcus, or I’ll stop until you’re watching him again.” They pop open with the threat, but it takes a moment for my vision to focus through my haze of lust.
Marcus has closed his eyes and sped up his pumping, hand sliding in fast jerky movements. Alex moves his free hand back to my left nipple, resuming his previous attention. My legs shake with my impending orgasm, my entire body is on the precipice with how good he’s making me feel. I’m so close to the edge, any moment now...
We hear a shout. “Yes, Cecily, give it to me, baby.” With his words, the first spurt of Marcus’ pleasure can be seen.
Marcus’ words and the “Do as he says, Angel. Come apart on my hand,” demanded in my ear, causes me to fall over the edge. My pussy clenches down on his fingers, as Alex continues pumping in and out of me, thumb never leaving my clit. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My arms give out and my chest hits the tree trunk, causing my nipples to rub against the rough bark. The sensation causes my orgasm to last a little longer.
Finally, as the flutters in my pussy subside, Alex pulls his fingers out. I turn around so my back is held up by the trunk. My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath. Alex places a hand on my waist while his golden eyes hold my gaze, I couldn’t look away right now even if I wanted to. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he slowly sucks my wetness from his middle finger. Pulling it from his mouth, he makes sure to lick the length.
I expected him to do the same with his shining pointer finger, but instead, he presses the finger to my closed lips. Without thought, I open my mouth allowing his finger to enter. I can taste myself, as I lick up and down, cleaning it off with my tongue. My bottom lip catches on his finger as he pulls it out of my mouth. He just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm and we haven’t even kissed yet, besides a peck.
My hands dart out clenching onto his shirt, and I jerk him to me, closing the space between us. Fuck, I need so much more of Alex right now. I want him to consume me. My lips slam onto his, my head tilting to the side, just in time for our noses to avoid collision. His arms band around my back and I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, as our tongues meet for the first time.
Our kiss deepens as I finally let go of his shirt, and wrap my own arms around him, trying to pull him even closer. He bites my bottom lip and I let out a whimper, then he licks the sting away and we’re back to kissing. My hands tangle in his hair and I give a light tug, causing him to moan as he squeezes my ass. By the time we pull apart, my lips are puffy and tender, bruised from the passion.
