Catherine
It was peaceful out there, just the laughter of those around us mixed with the sounds of the water flowing as we floated along. I’d never done anything like this before.
“What is your major?” I opened my eyes and looked to my left to find Eli watching me. “What exactly do you want to be when you grow up, Cat?”
“Broadcast journalist.” I saw the surprise in his eyes. “But I’m also almost minoring in creative writing. I love telling stories, whether it be through broadcast or by sitting down creating a world inside my own mind. Then taking that world and sharing it with others. I’ve played around in the writing field for as long as I can remember.”
My father was the only one to support that dream. He used to sit back when I was younger and listen to me read the stories I’d written in school. He would help me enhance them and create so much more depth. It was something else I shared with him that I would always hold dear. Those memories were my treasures.
Elijah wasn’t who I thought he was, that cocky guy from our first introduction at Porter’s. Okay, so I don’t know if cocky was the right word—overly confident maybe. At work I was nervous I would mess something up and be fired, forcing me to once again search for a job and send Carl on yet another rampage. In walked Mr. Smooth, or so I thought. He threw up line after line, flirted and watched me closely, which only enhanced that nervous feeling inside.
Now I had met a different version. Sweet and kind, and I realized those features were so much better. He still held that confidence, but it was tamed by the need to impress me.
He was. Impressing me I mean.
This was the perfect day.
“Tell me you actually have a back up plan, in case the football thing doesn’t work out.” He arched a brow at me making me laugh.
“Football thing?”
Suddenly I felt embarrassed referring to it as such.
“Football isn’t my life long goal, no. I’m actually interested in Sports Medicine.”
“I bet the coaches and scouts are highly disappointed to hear that.” Come on, the guy was huge and there was no way in hell I’d willingly step on a field with him knowing he could demolish me.
“They’d rather see me move forward with football, but understand that I’d rather be behind the scenes. Don’t get me wrong, I love football; it’s just not my life.”
A girl squealing followed by a round of laughter gained our attention and we watched up ahead as a couple tormented one another, their legs hooked together by each having their feet in the other’s tube. The guy continued to splash the water with his hand, throwing water up on the girl. She in turn kicked at him, trying to break free.
“That looks like fun.” I look over to find Elijah eyeing me with mischief in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned as I was already looking for ways to break free and gain some distance. He chuckled at my frantic search for safety and pulled me in closer.
“The only way I won’t splash you is if you give me another one of those sweet kisses.”
I had to admit, they were pretty sweet, but it was definitely more him than me. I’ve never kissed a guy who put so much effort into making them memorable. Each kiss, even the quick ones, were toe curling.
“You drive a hard bargain, mister, but I’ll take the deal.”
Very rarely did I find myself in such a comfortable state. It was sad really, how I lived my life feeling always on guard, like waiting for the ball tow rope, or for the next round of hell to fall into my lap. But with Eli, even in the short time that I’d known him, everything felt so natural.
***
I stood with my back to the door, knowing that just outside, on the opposite side of the curtain, stood Eli waiting for me. Maybe it was too forward of me, but I called out his name, asking him for help.
“Is it okay to come in?” I found myself nodding even though he couldn’t hear me, and my pulse quickened. “Cat?”
“Yeah.” There was urgency in my voice. “It’s okay.”
I hear the metal hangers slide over the bar above. I took in a deep breath and remained in place until I heard the hangers slide once more, indicating the curtain closed.
“What can I help you with?” The husky tone of his voice made it even harder for me not to attack him. I didn’t understand what it was about him that made me feel crazed and hungry for intimacy, but he did.
“I think my suit is in a knot.” Yeah it was, because I just put it there. “Can you get it loose for me?”
He didn’t speak, but I could hear his slow deep breaths. His finger trailed over my arm, along my shoulder, and ever so gently over my upper back. Closing my eyes, I fought the hormonal rush inside me, but I swore I could feel his touch in every fiber of my body.
“I’ve been in physical pain since you first walked out wearing this bikini.” I smiled when he whispered this near my ear. “And now you want me to touch you. I just gotta say, babe, this is torture.”
I pushed back against him and could feel how turned on he was.
Foregoing the task at hand, he wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his palm very low on my stomach. When he pulled me back harder against him, I tilted my head to the side, opening my neck to him. The moment I felt his warm breath fan out over me, my knees weakened and the space low in my stomach tightened. I bit on my lip to fight the moan bubbling inside of me, and closed my eyes just as his lips grazed my neck.
“You know exactly how much I’ve craved you, don’t you?”
I found myself nodding.
“What do you want, Cat?”
“You,” I pant, “I want you to touch me.”
I was acting so out of character but I couldn’t stop myself.
When his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms that moan I was attempting to hide escaped just as his fingers skimmed over my clit. My legs parted, and he continued kissing my neck as he slowly and torturously began to massage me. When he slipped one finger inside me he moaned too.
“Wow,” he praised, “so fucking wet.”
My hips began to move with the motion of his hand, which in turn had my ass moving against his hardness. It was a chain reaction that in seconds had us both panting hard.
It all felt so good.
“Shh,” Eli directed as I again bit my lip to hold back my vocal reaction to his touch. I could feel myself building toward release and began chasing it, thrusting against his palm. “There you go, let me feel you come.”
So dirty, so unbelievably good.
Then my orgasm ignited and to muffle my sounds, he covered my mouth with his other hand as he panted the words so fucking good in my ear.
And he wasn’t lying, it was so, so good.