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I remember teaching O how to swim in this pool. It took forever to get her to finally swim. She was scared to death of any kind of water outside of the bathroom until she hit her pre-teen years. Trying to teach a twelve-year-old how to swim with their little shitty I-know-everything and you-know-nothing-Dad attitude is probably what caused my gray hair to start sprouting.

Now she’s five feet and six inches of adult level smartass, with a body that was built to make the moon weep and constellations to burn out.

I don’t even need to close my eyes to imagine her. The image is burned in my retinas of how she looked tonight.

Wanton.

Fierce.

Divine.

Between the mask and the dress, she looked like a Greek goddess come to life. As if one of the museum statues stood up from its pedestal and walked right out and into the street.

The pale brown of her nipples playing games with me as we yelled at each other, each of us getting more worked up trying to talk the loudest. Fights with October are like fighting with a banshee. Loud and unruly.

Between her tits spilling out of the top, and her cunt barely covered by the slit in the dress, she should have just come fucking naked. Why does she even have such an outfit, anyway?

Stop Mav. Don’t think about it. You don’t really want the answer to that question.

I don’t, but it’s driving me mad. How many eyes saw her like that tonight? How many people approached her? Propositioned her? Countless, I imagine. It would be foolish to think that everyone turned a blind eye to her. I fucking saw her before I evensawher. If it had been anyone else, I would have tried to claim her for my own.

Goddamn bat tattoo.

I knew when I let Banks give her that first tattoo it would come back to bite me in the ass, and it may have been five years later, but it sure the fuck came in swinging. A jagged, bloody bite right out of my cheek.

Palming my throbbing cock does nothing to alleviate the ache I’m trying so hard to ignore. Sensible me is saying just ignore it. Don’t go there, because once you do, you can’t take it back.

But me, the true me. The one I try to keep satiated by using Opal as my playground is urging me on.

Do it. Just slip your hand in and feel your hard length in your hand and picture it’s her with the red-tipped nails that’s jacking you. Imagine how the nails will feel cupping your balls and playing with your taint. Just do it. Give in, Maverick. You know you want to, and isn’t it always more fun when you give in to desire?

Ignoring the voice, I set my glass and strip out of every article of clothing I’m wearing. Leaving them in a disarray across the wooden deck, I walk straight into the pool, not even pausing at the ledge.

The cool water engulfs me, and I sink to the bottom as it works to try and calm the raging inferno of need inside me.

I sit at the bottom, still, barely blinking until my lungs start to burn from the dissipating oxygen.

It’s only when every last bit of air has left me that I look up at the moon through the distorted water and take everything, every depraved thought about October and me, and shove it deep down inside me. Locking it away in a box and swallowing the key.

It’s for the best.

Even if I gave in, she deserves better than me.

All I’ve ever been is a curse.

CHAPTER9

OCTOBER

Shit. Sunday again and just like clockwork, I know I need to be at my dad’s. If I miss it without prior announcement, he’s gonna give me so much shit, and the last thing I need is more shit on my plate.

Or at least he would have.

I don’t even know what he would do now. It’s only been two days, not even a full forty-eight hours since whatever the fuck that was at Opal.

Thinking of that night has my pussy pulsating, and I feel my body coil up as the heady feeling of desire builds. I need to get fucked, and soon, before I spontaneously combust.

Seeing the veins in his arms bulge as his hips flexed, pushing and pulling himself out of the body beneath him, is playing on repeat.

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