Is this awkward? Or completely normal? I’m so fucked up, I don’t even know.
My dick doesn’t know either but does know that he wants more by prodding at Ayla’s backside. When she parts her thighs so my cock slips between them, a groan rises in my chest. “Jesus.”
I push slowly. My shaft gets all wet and slick from her pussy, sliding back and forth against it, making the sensation slippery and smooth. I’m jerking myself between her thighs, and she lets out a long, shaky whimper. We rock our hips against eachother and she reaches behind her to grab my hip to give us both leverage.
I mold the soft flesh of her tit and pinch and tug at the nipple.
“What time is it?” she mumbles.
“No idea.” I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m happily rubbing myself between her thighs and along her wet slit.
She lifts her head to peer at the clock on the bedside table. “Oh shit!”
That doesn’t sound good.
She scrambles away from me and out of bed. “We have to get up! I have to go to Heppawa to get the balloons filled!”
“Fuck.” I fall flat on my back, arms at my sides, my rigid cock pointing hopefully at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry.”
I slide a glance at Ayla to see her staring at my dick. Hungrily.Christ.
“It’s okay.” I smirk at her. “I’ll deal with it.” I wrap my hand around it and tug it a couple of times.
“Oh God.” She’s still staring, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Then she shakes her head and lifts her hands. “No. I have to get dressed.”
“I’ll drive you to Heppawa.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “Thank you.” She disappears into the bathroom and I hear her brushing her teeth and whatever as I continue to jerk myself. I picture her naked in front of the mirror, her tits all round and tipped with pale nipples. My hand moves faster. Heat and pressure spiral inside me. I grit my teeth as my balls squeeze, my cock surges, and I grab tissues from the box beside the bed just in time.
I’m slack and gulping for air when Ayla returns. Still naked. Still beautiful, her hair brushed and a slick of gloss on her mouth. She gives me a long, heated look then digs through her suitcase for clothes.
“I wish we could stay here all day,” I mumble.
She glances over her shoulder. “Dream on.”
“I know.” I sigh and roll out of bed. “Give me two minutes.”
I use the bathroom, too, then walk out still naked.
I see Ayla’s eyes drop to my now soft dick. She does a slow blink, sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, then turns away. I smile and get dressed in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt.
“We need food,” I say as we’re ready to leave.
“Um. I guess.” She seems a little distracted. “We can grab breakfast to go from the buffet.”
“And coffee.”
“Definitely coffee.”
It’s about a half-hour drive from the resort to the town along a winding, two-lane highway, through snow-filled woods and sun-gilded mountains. This would be a great time to talk about what just happened, but neither of us bring it up. Both of us cowards, apparently. We keep things light and casual and admire the scenery.
Ayla is following our trip on her phone and directs me to the shop where we’ll get the balloons filled with helium. I follow her inside to help so I can help carry out the massive balloon chains, all in shades of purple and white and silver.
Back at the lodge, we spend the morning decorating and arranging flowers for the evening birthday celebration. Rachel, Elisa, and Bria join us, which gains my approval, even though Elisa and Bria still clearly hate my guts. How can I blame them? I let their sister down in the worst way.
Ayla takes charge and gives us all direction and soon the pavilion is decked out with purple and silver and white balloons, flowers, candles, and—totally blowing my mind—LED lights in the corners that will shine up on the walls and ceiling with purple light.
