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The smell of her skin, the way her tongue darts out to soothe her bottom lip after biting it, her sexy ass rubbing against the tops of my legs, the number of times I’ve pictured her sitting just like that on my lap, but she was straddling me, looking down between us as my cock disappeared inside her, all shiny and slick with her wetness every time I pulled it out….
Fuck.
Christ.
My dick is in my hand before I can even take in my next rasping breath, a moan slipping past my wet lips as soon I tighten my fist around myself and make the first rough, sliding tug up to the swollen, sensitive tip. Every fantasy I’ve ever had about Birdie flashes through my mind as I start jerking myself harder, stroking my cock faster, the images in my head more vivid, sharper, hotter now that I’m back on the island and I’ve had her body pressed against mine, the smell of her skin fresh in my nose and seeping into my pores.
Birdie sprawled out on my bed naked, her blonde hair fanned out around her, back arched, one of her hands skimming down the front of her body, legs spreading for me.
My tight fist works quickly up and down the base of my wet cock, not even feeling the temperature of the cold water raining down on me anymore as I squeeze my eyes closed and let the fantasies play.
Birdie bent over her desk at SIG after hours, her skirt pushed up around her waist, those thick braids wrapped around one of my fists with the fingers of my other hand digging into the skin of her hip as I slam my cock in and out of her tight, wet heat while she moans my name and begs for more.
A groan flies out of my mouth, and my balls tighten with painful pleasure. Blood pounds in my ears, my heart pounds inside my chest, and I squeeze my fist harder around my shaft, my hand shuttling up and down my wet cock faster, my breath coming out in pants as the water drips down my face and flies off my quickly jerking hand while I stand under the spray.
Birdie on her knees in front of me, eyes on mine while I slide the swollen head of my dick past her full, pink lips until I reach the back of her throat, her mouth wrapping around me, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking hard, letting me pull my hips back and fuck her mouth.
Stroke after stroke, my body quakes as I roughly jerk my hand up and down my dick, sliding my thumb over the tip with each pass, thrusting my hips and fucking my own goddamn hand, wishing it was Birdie’s hand, Birdie’s mouth, Birdie’s tight pussy wrapped around me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan loudly, smacking one hand against the wet tile as I come in the tight fist of my other hand, letting the shower wash away my guilt and shame that I just jerked off to thoughts of a woman I’m trying to build a friendship with again.
My whole body lets out a shiver when the last of my shame goes down the drain, and I suddenly hear a fist pounding against the bathroom door, followed by Bodhi’s muffled shout from the other side.
“You finished yanking your wank in there yet? I gotta take a dump!”CHAPTER 16Birdie
“It looks pretty wet down there.”“What’s her problem?”
I hear Murphy’s voice as I lift my head from the bar, where I had been thumping it repeatedly, to see him walking across the room.
“She set her vagina on fire masturbating last night.”
Murphy never stops walking; he just turns right around in the middle of the bar, going back the way he came as soon as Tess says masturbating.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Murphy!” Tess shouts after him, topping off my to-go cup of coffee and putting the plastic lid back on the Styrofoam cup. “You ready for day three?”
“Of the golf outing or of slowly being tortured to death by a hot, annoying golfer?” I ask, sliding off the bar stool and clipping my radio to the waistband of my short, black, fitted golf skirt that clings tightly to my hips and upper thighs but is stretchy and moves with me when I walk all over the course.
Unfortunately, I slept right through my alarm, because I was, in fact, guilty of what Tess told Murphy, and the only clean skirt I could find before I had to shimmy it on with my white SIG tank top and run out the door after my shower was the only one that doesn’t have a pair of tiny shorts sewn inside. I have to remember that when I bend over, or I’m going to flash everyone my ass cheeks and white lace thong. Fucking Campbell.
