Page 61 of Dirty Like Seth
Jesus.
She was so fucking gorgeous.It wasn’t exactly making this easier. Things were already hard enough. I wanted back in the band so bad I could taste it. So bad, it kept me up atnight.
And now I wantedElle.
Just asbadly.
No. Actually… there were moments, like when she took hold of my hands at the photo shoot this morning… when she wrapped herself around me tonight and I felt her heat, and I smelled her warm, coconuty smell… when she pressed in close to talk to me over the music and I could almost taste her soft lips… I probably would’ve told every other member of Dirty to go fuck themselves if that’s what it took to get hernaked.
I knew there wasn’t much blood left in my head right now, so my capacity for making solid decisions was kinda out the window, but if I could take Elle to bed… If she wanted me, right now, in her bed… I’d probably give it all up. Any chance of ever getting Dirtyback.
Because if I slept with Elle, I did not see thathappening.
Bad enough she’d already had a relationship with Jesse, and a breakup. Bad enough they all fucking hated me. Me, having sex with Elle, was hardly gonna lessen the drama with theband.
And still… it was all I could thinkabout.
Elle.Naked.
After seeing her in that bikini, I could too easily picture her that way. Her smooth, tanned skin. Her slender, tonedlegs.
Her rosy nipples, in mymouth…
Fuck…
What would she sound like if I fucked her? If I was insideher…?
Would she gasp? Would she pant? Would shescream?
Would she shove me on my back and take thelead?
Would she want me tolead?
Would she want it hard? Or slow andeasy…?
I had no idea… but I was imagining it all now. Curious… I was so fucking curious about her. My cock was aching withcuriosity.
I grabbed it now; I was rock-hard. Sprawled on top of the sheets, the warm ocean air from the open window breezed over me. Elle was up there, in the house, and I started jerking myself off, thinking about her in herbed.
Just like I usedto.
I stroked my hand along my hard length, up and down, slowly, and rolled my palm over thehead.
Then I groaned and slowed myhand.
What the hell was Idoing?
I stopped and took a breath. I tucked my hands behind my head and tried to think about something else as my cock pulsed. I closed my eyes and listened to the distant, almost musical rhythm of the waves. The chirp and twitch of insects in thetrees.
It was wrong, jerking off here. I was a guest. Just seemed like an asshole thing todo.
But the damage had already beendone…
All the blood in my brain had fled south, and my dick was throbbing almost painfully. My balls ached. No matter how I tried to change the direction of my thoughts, my cock won theargument.
So maybe I was anasshole.
I got up and went outside. Closed myself into the outdoor shower in the dark. I got the water running warm and stood under it, tried to catch my breath and calm down. I was so wound up, I was practicallypanting.
