Page 58 of My Brother's Best Men
“You’re not throwing me in there!” she says, squirming.
“Oh yes I am.”
“Matt! You’ll ruin my dress!” she whines.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”
I bend to set her down, but stumble as she situates herself, wrapping her legs around my waist as she tries to climb me like a tree to avoid the water.
My cock jumps, because her legs are wrapped around me and her ass is definitely exposed, and the sudden realization hits me.
I’m more than aware of how close she is to my aching hardness, and I lose sight of my focus and stumble forward, both of us going down like a stack of cards. I hold her close to me, shifting us at the last moment so she’s on top of me, so she doesn’t fall hard against the shells and sand.
I brace for the smack, and it does hurt, but I don’t focus on that at the moment. The water rushes up around us, around her knees which straddle my hips. Water soaks my shorts, my shirt, but I hold on to her tightly, not wanting to let go.
The tide recedes and when I look up at her, I see the glimmer of something in her eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“You okay?” I ask, and then she moves and rubs right against my erection. I let out a faint gasp as I realize she can probably feel it. And I don’t know how to process…that.
Sure, I’ve thought about this moment a lot, especially when I was younger.
She nods, and I brace for her to freak out. To move. To maybe even yell at me and tell me how inappropriate this is right now, but she doesn’t do any of those things.
“Are you…okay?” she asks.
My cock throbs against her where she has me pinned. I have to remember how to breathe, because right now, this…
It feels really fucking good. I want her to keep moving, keep grinding over top of me, but I’m overwhelmed by the fact that she hasn’t moved yet and she’s the only thing keeping the evidence of how aroused I actually am, covered.
I should have jacked off this morning.
This is my fault.
I’ve definitely slacked on taking care of my needs while I’m here, because I’ve just been so busy doing things. And now…
Now I’m laying in the surf with the one woman I’ve always wanted with my clothed, wet cock between her legs.
Holy fuck.
“No,” I say, because it’s pointless to lie. I’ve never lied to Sophie and I’m not going to start now.
She moves slightly to get off of me and help me up, but I stop her. I hold her thighs with my hands. “Please don’t move,” I whisper, because I can feel my balls tightening already.
“Are you in pain?” she asks, her voice concerned.
Oh, I’m in pain alright. But it’s not because of the seashells digging into my back.
The water rushes around us and my cock throbs, aching for release.
“No, I just…” I swallow harshly.
“Matthew,” she whispers, leaning forward as she brushes some hair from my face. The movement is too much. Her warm pussy slides over the edge of my covered cock and I come. Hard.
“Oh fuck.” I close my eyes as embarrassment floods me.
This is not how I wanted this to happen. Ever.
“Hey,” she whispers, her hand in my hair smooth and gentle.
