Chapter Thirteen
Ashley
The feel of his hard, pulsing dick pressed up against my body, which tingled with excitement and fervor, while his rippling muscles encased me in a cocoon of strength that made me want to enter even deeper into him.
Taking control immediately, I felt Tyler’s arms grasp me and hold me against him, making me feel almost as though I could not get away, even if I wanted to. However, I didn’t want to.
At first, I was elated by the feel of his body rubbing up against me and the sensation that he provided by grasping my hair in his fist and twisting my head in order to direct my head where he wanted it to go.
I felt his tongue massaging the inside of my mouth with a skillful certainty, while his lips caressed my own, making them sizzle from the emotions that were encasing us.
While the waves crashed all around us, the fortitude of Tyler’s hold was enough to keep us steady and fighting together against the current.
In my almost crazed state of mind, I groaned with pleasure as I delved my own prodding tongue deeper into the depths of his mouth and wrapped my leg around his.
I then felt the hand that was not directing my head come up and grasp my cold, wet, yet, overly sensitive breast.
I tried to yelp at the shot of emotion that coursed through me, causing me to feel a warm moisture seep out between my legs, which was overcome quickly by the ocean water, but Tyler’s mouth, attached solidly against my own, muted any sound.
Feeling my cry, however, he yanked my head back and to the side so that my body was more exposed to him and as he continued to kiss me, I felt his thumb begin to rub around my nipple, causing me to feel another shot of overtaking emotion; the sound of which was still muffled.
I felt my hand, which had found a home on his shoulder, clasp onto it with a sense of need that was primal, as once again, I tried to groan, but was stopped by the motion of his tongue.
It was at this moment that he pulled his head back and tilted my head up, before his mouth moved over to my ear as he hissed, “You will only scream when I want you to scream…”
He then moved back to kiss me again and even though I wasn’t usually one for giving my partner the upper-hand completely, his seductive nature, along with the promise in his voice which told me he was about to give me the best damn sex I had ever experienced, only made me feel weak in the knees.
However, when his mouth moved back to capture my lips again and his hand began to slink off of my breast, down my stomach, towards my womanliness, which was going absolutely crazy with anticipation, I suddenly came back to my senses and I reached out to grasp his hand.
When he stopped moving, I found myself grow extremely disappointed, but I was also mortified that I had let it get this far.
Of course, I wanted to continue feeling his kiss and allowing him to take me, body and soul, since he had awakened a part of me that I hadn’t even known was there and we hadn’t even made it past touching, but I knew that it was wrong.
This was exactly where I wanted to be, but I knew that I would regret it once it was over, no matter how good it was going to feel and no matter how much I needed this kind of skilled release.
So, when I was given the chance, I pushed him back and his hands fell.
I looked up at him and then down at the water before I whispered, “I can’t…”
“What?” Tyler demanded, so sharply that it caused me to glance back up at him as he cocked his head to the side in wonder. His expression was such that he honestly could not believe that I was resisting him. I was lost for words and so after a moment, he laughed in a humorless, demeaning fashion before he spat, “Are you serious?”
Unable to take the look in his eye or the disappointment of my own loins any longer, I quickly nodded my head and sheepishly answered only, “I’m sorry,” before turning around and moving as fast as I could to get away from him.
My body was sluggish from the alcohol and the disappointment. My feet felt like lead, which caused the experience of getting out of the current to be even more degrading and difficult than I could have ever imagined.
Throughout all of my struggling, I didn’t hear anything from Tyler and I imagined that he was still wearing the same dumbstruck expression I had turned away from, but by the time I reached the edge of the water, I heard him shout to me in a cocky manner, “Well, fuck you too then!”
I wanted to yell and cry. I wanted him to feel badly for me and I wanted to be comforted. Instantly, I was angry and felt used, but I knew that there was no response in the world that would make me feel better and therefore, instead of responding, I just rushed up the beach to find my clothes and put them on, before making a mad dash back to the house.
By the time I made it into my room and onto my bed, I realized that I only had one saving grace. While I felt dehumanized and taken advantage of, even though all of that had happened and I knew that I still had to spend the summer with him, there was still one thing I could be proud of.
No matter how tempting it was and no matter how hurtful his words, I had managed to make it all the way back to the house without looking back at him and if nothing else, I counted that as a victory.