Page 23 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
My cry echoed softly through the early morning, and he caught my mouth in his, swallowing the sound as I shook with the force of it.
When I opened my eyes, he was already dropping his swim trunks.His cock was hard and heavy, and I reached for him without hesitation.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking from base to tip, and watched his jaw clench as he groaned.
“Fuck, Alice.”
He stepped between my legs, gripped my hips, and lifted me off the bar like I weighed nothing.I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the base of his back.
He thrust into me in one smooth motion.
I gasped.My head fell back, and my hands tangled in his wet hair.
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned.
He began to move.Slow at first, rocking into me as he held me against him.The water lapped softly around us, and the sun was just starting to peek over the motel roof.
His mouth was on my throat, biting, sucking, and driving me wild.I clung to him, moved with him, and chased every stroke.
“Faster,” I begged.
He obeyed.
Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and my body tightened with each one.
“God, Wrecker...I’m close again.”
“Let go, babe.I’ve got you.”
And I did.
I shuddered around him and cried out his name as he held me through it.
Two more thrusts, and he came too, groaning into my neck as he buried himself deep inside me.
We stayed like that for a long moment—tangled together and hearts pounding.
When he finally lifted his head, he was grinning.“Best morning swim of my life.”
I kissed him softly.“Same.Maybe we should get a pool.”
He chuckled and shook his head.“You’re crazy, babe.”
We stayed wrapped around each other with the pink glow of the swim-up bar hiding us from the world.
It was perfect.
Meg
I swung my leg over Lo’s bike and blinked at my seat.Another turtle, this one emerald green, sat there staring up at me.What the hell?
My head snapped up as Lo fired up the engine.
“Did you see this?”I asked, frantic.
He just smirked.“Another turtle, huh?”
I shoved it into my pocket.“Yeah.This is just getting weird.”I had a feeling that this was all Greta, but I wasn’t sure how she was doing it.Or why.Though with Greta, she didn’t need a reason to do something.If she felt like doing it, she was going to.I guess it was turtles this time.
