You Were Mine
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She didn’t seem to mind. Hell, she looked at me like I was the only person she wanted to see. That felt pretty damn good. I was aware that she had a crush on me. It was too obvious to miss. It was becoming increasingly hard not to touch her. I really wanted to touch her. But right now, I’d settle for a kiss.
I sat outside her trailer on my bike, waiting for her. She didn’t want me coming to the door, and although I didn’t like it, I honored her wishes and waited on my bike. We were going to Destin tonight for a summer jam concert I’d gotten tickets to. Several bands would be there that she and I both liked.
The door to her beat-to-hell trailer opened up, and she came running out wearing a short little sundress that showcased her hot body. I was a goner. I swear, I was ready to break. Keeping my hands off her in that outfit was going to be impossible. Guys were gonna stare at her tonight, and I’d be damned if I let them think she was available.
She stopped and looked up at me as she got to the bike. “I was going to wear shorts because of the bike, but I have my bikini on under here, and I figured it would be OK to wear this.” She seemed nervous. We’d spent so much time together over the past two weeks I wasn’t sure how she could still be so uncertain around me.
“I like the dress,” I assured her, holding out my hand to help her climb on back. Then I handed her the helmet I kept just for her.
“You have to be home at a certain time?” I asked, already knowing the answer was probably a no. Her father wasn’t home much. Only when she was at her aunt Darla’s did she have a curfew.
“Nope. Dad won’t be home tonight,” she replied, slipping her arms around my waist and pressing her chest against my back. That never got old. Feeling her tits up against me was part of the addiction I’d developed.
“Good. You’re mine for the night,” I replied before starting the bike and pulling out onto the road. I glanced down to see her naked legs locked around mine, and I had to take a deep breath. That was nice. Too damn nice.
I would speed up at times just to hear her squeal and squeeze me tighter. Thinking about giving her up at the end of the summer was bothering me. Who would be here to take care of her? She was so sweet and innocent. I couldn’t stand the idea of someone hurting her or taking advantage of her. And if I was honest with myself, I hated the idea of anyone else touching her. I had no claim on her, but it felt like she was mine.
When she looked up at me with those adoring eyes, all was right with the world. She belonged to me then. I knew it by the way the stars in her eyes only appeared for me. I had watched her with other guys while she worked, and no one got the same adoring gaze I got. That was just for me.
Once we got to the beach where the concert was being held, I found us a spot and laid out the blanket I had brought. I figured we would be standing most of the night to see over the heads of everyone when the bands started playing, but right now, we had more than an hour before the show got started. People were sprawled all over the place on their own blankets and chairs, drinking and partying.
Bethy sank down beside me but left some space between us. I didn’t like it, but she always gave me space. As if she were afraid I’d push her away if she got any closer. She was being smart. I just couldn’t be smart any longer.
I reached over and hooked my hand around her waist and pulled her up against me until her leg was touching mine and her side was pressed up against me. She made a surprised sound but didn’t try to move away. But then I knew she wouldn’t.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I told her.
Just like always, she blushed at my compliment. “Thank you,” she replied softly.
I kept my hand on her waist and began tracing little circles with my finger against her side. She stiffened at first, but then she shivered. That was my breaking point. “Come here,” I said, then moved her to straddle me. Her eyes went wide as she sat on my lap facing me. I cupped her face before I could change my mind and covered her mouth with mine.
She inhaled sharply, and for a moment, she didn’t react. Then her hands were in my hair as I slipped my tongue along her bottom lip. She opened for me slowly, and I dove in, ready to taste her. The feel of her honey-sweet warmth made me shiver this time. It was better than I’d expected. I slid my hands under her dress to feel her bare skin as she made a soft moaning noise and leaned closer into me.
Fuck, this was good. No, this was perfect. This was one of those kisses that changed everything. I wanted to feel more of her, but we were on a public beach, and I didn’t like the idea of other guys watching what was mine.
When she arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest for friction, I broke the kiss before I lost control and put my hands on her tits, which I’d been using as inspiration daily.
Bethy’s face was flushed, and she was breathing hard as I pulled away from her. She looked dazed, and I wanted to roar with pleasure that I’d put that look there. I held her close to me as I caught my own breath. Her eyes flickered from mine to my lips and back.
She let out a long breath and sank down onto my lap. My erection greeted her, and she stilled. The fact that she was straddling my dick was not helping me calm down. “Don’t move, baby,” I told her through gritted teeth. I reminded myself that other guys could see this. I didn’t like them seeing her like this. It was the only reason I managed to pick her up and move her off of me. The urge to press against her center was intense. But not here. I couldn’t do that here.
I sat outside her trailer on my bike, waiting for her. She didn’t want me coming to the door, and although I didn’t like it, I honored her wishes and waited on my bike. We were going to Destin tonight for a summer jam concert I’d gotten tickets to. Several bands would be there that she and I both liked.
The door to her beat-to-hell trailer opened up, and she came running out wearing a short little sundress that showcased her hot body. I was a goner. I swear, I was ready to break. Keeping my hands off her in that outfit was going to be impossible. Guys were gonna stare at her tonight, and I’d be damned if I let them think she was available.
She stopped and looked up at me as she got to the bike. “I was going to wear shorts because of the bike, but I have my bikini on under here, and I figured it would be OK to wear this.” She seemed nervous. We’d spent so much time together over the past two weeks I wasn’t sure how she could still be so uncertain around me.
“I like the dress,” I assured her, holding out my hand to help her climb on back. Then I handed her the helmet I kept just for her.
“You have to be home at a certain time?” I asked, already knowing the answer was probably a no. Her father wasn’t home much. Only when she was at her aunt Darla’s did she have a curfew.
“Nope. Dad won’t be home tonight,” she replied, slipping her arms around my waist and pressing her chest against my back. That never got old. Feeling her tits up against me was part of the addiction I’d developed.
“Good. You’re mine for the night,” I replied before starting the bike and pulling out onto the road. I glanced down to see her naked legs locked around mine, and I had to take a deep breath. That was nice. Too damn nice.
I would speed up at times just to hear her squeal and squeeze me tighter. Thinking about giving her up at the end of the summer was bothering me. Who would be here to take care of her? She was so sweet and innocent. I couldn’t stand the idea of someone hurting her or taking advantage of her. And if I was honest with myself, I hated the idea of anyone else touching her. I had no claim on her, but it felt like she was mine.
When she looked up at me with those adoring eyes, all was right with the world. She belonged to me then. I knew it by the way the stars in her eyes only appeared for me. I had watched her with other guys while she worked, and no one got the same adoring gaze I got. That was just for me.
Once we got to the beach where the concert was being held, I found us a spot and laid out the blanket I had brought. I figured we would be standing most of the night to see over the heads of everyone when the bands started playing, but right now, we had more than an hour before the show got started. People were sprawled all over the place on their own blankets and chairs, drinking and partying.
Bethy sank down beside me but left some space between us. I didn’t like it, but she always gave me space. As if she were afraid I’d push her away if she got any closer. She was being smart. I just couldn’t be smart any longer.
I reached over and hooked my hand around her waist and pulled her up against me until her leg was touching mine and her side was pressed up against me. She made a surprised sound but didn’t try to move away. But then I knew she wouldn’t.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I told her.
Just like always, she blushed at my compliment. “Thank you,” she replied softly.
I kept my hand on her waist and began tracing little circles with my finger against her side. She stiffened at first, but then she shivered. That was my breaking point. “Come here,” I said, then moved her to straddle me. Her eyes went wide as she sat on my lap facing me. I cupped her face before I could change my mind and covered her mouth with mine.
She inhaled sharply, and for a moment, she didn’t react. Then her hands were in my hair as I slipped my tongue along her bottom lip. She opened for me slowly, and I dove in, ready to taste her. The feel of her honey-sweet warmth made me shiver this time. It was better than I’d expected. I slid my hands under her dress to feel her bare skin as she made a soft moaning noise and leaned closer into me.
Fuck, this was good. No, this was perfect. This was one of those kisses that changed everything. I wanted to feel more of her, but we were on a public beach, and I didn’t like the idea of other guys watching what was mine.
When she arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest for friction, I broke the kiss before I lost control and put my hands on her tits, which I’d been using as inspiration daily.
Bethy’s face was flushed, and she was breathing hard as I pulled away from her. She looked dazed, and I wanted to roar with pleasure that I’d put that look there. I held her close to me as I caught my own breath. Her eyes flickered from mine to my lips and back.
She let out a long breath and sank down onto my lap. My erection greeted her, and she stilled. The fact that she was straddling my dick was not helping me calm down. “Don’t move, baby,” I told her through gritted teeth. I reminded myself that other guys could see this. I didn’t like them seeing her like this. It was the only reason I managed to pick her up and move her off of me. The urge to press against her center was intense. But not here. I couldn’t do that here.
