Page 7 of Rock Candy

“Beg me, Eddy.”

I slid one hand down her torso, past her belly button, and toyed with the elastic band at the top of her panties.

“Henry…” she whined. I rewarded her by quickly smacking my hand against the fabric that covered her pussy. She yelped, a squeaky aching sound, but the effect was diminished by the water in my way. Desperate, she bucked forward, looking for more of my hand. I pulled her back by cupping my palm between her legs, but I didn’t move it at all.

“Oh my God, fuck you,” she said breathily, pulling a snicker from deep in my chest.

Dipping my fingers beneath the fabric, I tickled the hairs I found there. “Should I stop?”

“No.”

I slid my fingers lower. “Why not?”

“Because I need it.”

I pressed into the wet fabric of her panties, nestling the cotton between her fleshy lips and putting pressure on her clit. Her palms pressed into the muscles of my neck and she started to pant and moan.

“You need what?” I asked, unconsciously grinding my steel rod into the cleft of her ass.

As if I’d cracked open the hard shell of a coconut and revealed the sweetness inside, all her inhibition suddenly fell away. “Please Henry,” She begged. “Please, touch me. I need to feel your fingers inside me. I need to come.”

Slipping my hand inside her panties, I used two fingers to stroke circles around her sensitive nub as I clarified, “You need me to make you come.”

“Yes.” She shook in my hands, her arms tense around my neck, barely capable of standing. “Yes, I need you. Only you.” I pushed my hand deeper, driving my fingers into her pussy deep and hard. She cried out as she came, pushing all around me, but I didn’t stop. I kept rubbing her clit and plundering her depths until she pushed around my fingers a second time. Languid and shuddering, I carried her back to the beach and gently removed her wet clothes so that she could get dressed in her dry ones, and then we fell asleep, curled up together on the sand.

Eddy was already awakewhen I woke up. I was lying on my side, using my elbow as a pillow. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, flooding the sky with a shower of color. Parallel to my ankles, Eddy was sitting up with her knees pulled into her chest. I shifted and cleared my throat. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t help feeling anxious that maybe I’d snored. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that were creeping into my chest. In my life, I had noticed that what happened in the wee hours of the night didn’t always translate to the morning.

I mirrored her position, sitting about a foot away from her with my knees pulled up toward my chest. There was no awkward good morning. She looked out at the sea and drew in a heavy breath before she said, “I’m no good at relationships, Henry. I’m not looking for that.”

My stomach felt heavy in my belly, like I’d eaten a block of cement. It was clear from her tone that she wasn’t open to a debate.

“Bummer,” I said quietly as I wondered how I could fight for her.

She turned to look at my profile. I’d shifted myself a little and was focused on digging my fingers into the sand, trying not to reveal how truly disappointed I felt. She kept looking at me, so after a moment I met her eyes. She looked sad, but she smiled.

“I really like you,” she said.

“Me too.”

“Can we be friends?” she asked.

No. Not really. Because I know what it looks like when you come for me. I can’t unsee that. I can’t unfeel it. I’m always going to want to own your body, to be the man who sends you dirty text messages and makes you come on command.

I forced a smile. “Friends is good, better than strangers.”

Clearly relieved, she smiled and knocked her shoulder into mine. “We’ll never be strangers, silly.”

I kept the smile plastered to my face. We stood, dusting the sand from our butts, and started to walk back toward the town.

I felt despondent, ghostlike. Eddy chatted peacefully, talking about her schedule for the day. Just before I left her outside the door of the inn where she was staying, she turned to me and said, “Hey, I’m going to ask around about a gig for you.”

“Cool,” I responded, not really caring if she did or didn’t.

She teasingly smiled at me as she said, “Turns out you’re rad at networking.”

I managed to give her a little snicker before I asked, “Um… how so?”

“Because you wowed me, and I’m pretty sure I can find you the kind of gig you want. So, you know, no need for… How did you put it? Platitudes and brazen self-aggrandizing.”

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