Page 18 of Never Tear Us Apart

The guys and I are ready to party. We haven’t had a bender since the night we won the championships and the four of us are planning on getting totally shit faced. Between the full bar in the kitchen, and kegs outside, it doesn’t look like that’s going to be a problem.

“Well, I don’t know about you fuckers, but I’m sweaty as hell and need a swim.” Cal lifts his shirt overhead. “Anyone else?”

“I’m down,” Marcus agrees, doing the same.

The two slide open the patio door and head outside. There’s a loud splash, followed by another.

“Are they doing cannonballs?” I shake my head with a laugh.

Jake looks out the window. “Yup. Like a couple of six year olds. And you know what they say…” He takes off his shirt and drops it to the floor. “If you can’t beat ‘em…”

He makes a mad dash for the backyard and when I hear a splash, followed by Cal and Marcus clapping, I can’t help but laugh again.

This is why we’re here. To let loose and have fun. Seeing as we had more than enough alcohol to satisfy the letting loose part, I make my way outside so I can get started on having a little fun.

It turns out to be a great afternoon. After horsing around in the pool, we grill some steaks, then head inside to play a little SEGA. By the time the sun sets, we’re ready to party, and we each head up to our rooms to get ready.

Since I booked this place, I claimed the master bedroom, and it did not disappoint. The bed was king size, with Egyptian cotton bedding, and sliding glass doors that opened up to a deck overlooking the ocean. While the bathroom was full-on luxury, with a walk-in shower big enough for two, and a jacuzzi tub.

I would definitely be checking out the tub. The jets would be good for my muscles and throwing my leg over the side while sipping on a beer sounded like perfection. Right now, however, nothing beats a cool shower after a hot day, so I peel out of my swim trunks and turn the water on.

That last summer with Ellery I must have taken two, sometimes three showers a day. Between the humidity and sweat from stolen quickies, I seemed to always be going in or out of the bathroom.

She used to love surprising me—waiting for me by the door, with my towel in hand and a grin on her face.

The rush I used to get fucking her on or against the bathroom counter, with one hand over her mouth so our parents wouldn’t hear, and my other on her hip…shit, there was nothing like it. I used to love pounding her from behind while watching our reflection in the mirror. The way her eyes locked on mine, making it feel like I was the only one in the world.

I may have been Ellery’s first, but I knew her body better than my own. Each of her airy breaths and sweet moans… I knew just how to draw them out, and which meant she wanted to be in control, and which meant she wanted to be consumed.

It stirred something primal in me to know Ellery was mine, and only mine, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Satisfying her was like a drug, and being owned by her was a high like no other.

But there was nothing like seeing her on her knees. There was nothing better than gathering her long honey-colored hair in my hands and watching her lips wrap around my cock, while she stared up at me with those piercing green eyes. She learnedhow to do it with me and the girl was a pro.

She never looked away. Not when she was licking me like a lollipop or even when I came down her throat. She’d swallow, eyes locked on mine, then trail kisses up my chest, before kissing me so I could taste myself. She wanted me to know that she owned me, even if I couldn’t tell the world she was mine, we knew, and that’s all that mattered.

She was my freaky, sexy, feisty peach, and if I were being honest with myself, it wasn’t being back in Cherry Cove that reminded me of all I felt for her once because I’d never forgotten. Girls like Ellery you don’t forget. You just learn to live with the fact they will never be yours.

Jake was right. I did have a type at Highland. I went for girls that looked the exact opposite of Ellery. I didn’t want to run the risk of seeing her in their faces and made sure no one held my interest longer than it took to satisfy their needs, and never had sex with the same girl twice.

Maybe that’s what I needed right now. A good, quick fuck. I was pent up and needed release. Only, no one was here yet, and honestly, I’d probably wind up thinking about Ellery the whole time.

Deciding the best and only option really, is to take care of myself, I drop my towel to the floor, grab hold of my dick, and start stroking. As I close my eyes, I imagine it’s Ellery’s mouth on my cock and not my hand. She’s kneeling before me and I have one hand in her hair, and the other is massaging her throat so she can take me deeper.

“Shit,” I punch out, as my body tightens at the thought of her throat bulging, stuffed full of my cock.

I pump my dick faster, thinking back to what it was like to feel her lips around my dick, tight and warm as I grip her head with both hands, fucking her face while she held onto my hips.

I blow out a charged breath and brace my hand on thecounter, remembering what it was like to be consumed by her. The way she would hollow her cheeks and suck…it was a kind of pleasure that was on a whole other level. But when she’d swipe her tongue up the base of my shaft while cupping my balls…

“God, fuck,” I groan as my climax hits hard and fast.

I just came quicker than I did when I was a teenager and I can’t help but think that wouldn’t be the case if I were with Ellery. She and I could go for hours. Sometimes all night. We were addicted to sex the way you are at that age when it’s all you can think about and shit, why can’t I stop thinking about her?

I stroke my dick until the last drop of cum leaks out, and when I let go, it slaps against my thigh, spent. Suddenly, the idea of being with anyone but Ellery is so unappealing it makes my stomach churn.

After cleaning myself up, I get dressed—throwing on a T-shirt, a clean pair of shorts, and slipping into a pair of flip flops—then head downstairs, locking my door on the way out. I didn’t want anyone fucking in my room tonight. There was nothing worse than falling into bed drunk and feeling a wet spot on your back.

When I make it to the kitchen, the guys are already pre-partying. “Liquor before beer,” Cal says with his trademark smirk while handing me a red Solo cup.

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