Page 69 of Beautiful Monster

With a jerk of his head, he barks out, “Get up on the deck. I want to see it.”

I let out a whimper as I place my hands on the side of the pool and muscle myself onto the surface. Scooting back, I rest my heel on the edge of the pool and lean back to my elbows.

Then, I start to rub at my clit again—not at all bothered by the fact that my bare pussy is now at eye level for him and I’m fully exposed and masturbating out in the open.

My body is tight and aroused. It feels so good everywhere. Arching my back and extending my neck, I let my fingers travel from my clit and curl them inside me. I’m slick and hot, and the sensation is like heaven, so I cry out again.

“Fuck, Sunny,” Alexander mutters, sounding much closer than he was before.

When I lift my head, I find him standing in the pool just inches away from where I’m fingering myself.

“Goddamn, you’re incredible. Look at you.” His voice stammers with the force of his hand stroking his cock.

I’m so close to coming, I can feel it on the brink. But I don’t want this feeling to end.

There’s a loud splashing sound, so I look down the length of my body to find Alexander hoisting himself out of the pool right between my open legs.

He rests one knee on the deck and hovers over me. One of his hands is positioned right next to my head, and the other is still wrapped around his cock. Without touching me, he continues to stroke himself while I rub circles around my clit.

He stares down at me, pool water dripping onto my cheeks and neck. We’re so close it’s as if we’re riding the same wave of pleasure.

Just before he comes, he stares at my lips. “What are you doing to me?”

And then, the current takes me. I cry out, pressing harder on my clit as my body jolts and seizes through the climax.

“Oh fuck, Sunny,” he shouts like he’s trying to call me back to him.

But I’m already gone. As our bodies both writhe with pleasure, we rub shamelessly against each other. My leg wraps around his. My hand scratches down his chest. His breath cools the wet skin of my throat.

And then, warm drops of his cum paint my bare chest, landing in small puddles above my belly button and between my breasts.

I imagine it on my skin like paint on a canvas.

I wear it with pride.

Still hovering over me, he hangs his head as he works to catch his breath. Lying with my back on the hot stone ground, I wait for his reaction.

Surely, he’ll see this as just fun. We didn’t cross a line. He didn’t even touch me.

Without a word, he stands and walks over to the patio furniture. I stand up and catch a glimpse of him before he covers himself. His solid body, the dark hair drawing a subtle line down his stomach from his belly button to that hidden place that suddenly disappears behind the towel. Alexander is truly breathtaking.

“Where are you going?” I call after him. He stops before he disappears into the house.

“I just need a minute.”

“Alexander,” I call, but it’s too late. He’s already inside.

I know he’s beating himself up, but I refuse to feel bad for this. I am fucking proud of myself for doing exactly what I wanted. I played by the rules last night, and I played by the rules today. Technically, Alexander didn’t make me come. I did that on my own. I pushed him away like he wanted, and now I’m being punished for it, and frankly, I’m really fucking sick of being punished for nothing.

Stirred by anger, I climb to my feet and follow him into the house, not bothering with a towel. Standing before him naked and dripping water all over the floor, I wait for him to react. When he spins toward me, his eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he blurts out, spinning away from me.

“I told my dad we were just friends. So, are we?” Stomping toward him, I yank his arm, turning him to face me.

“Jesus, Sunny. Cover yourself.” He looks around at the windows, afraid someone can see me, but at this point, I couldn’t give a shit. We just masturbated in broad daylight on his pool deck.

I don’t even hear him. I’m too fueled by burning this angst between us. The limbo he’s keeping me in is torture, and I’m done.