"You wanna go see a movie?" I ran my fingers over the head of my cock, glancing down to watch my need for the girl on the phone manifest fully. I dropped my head back, pressing my teeth into my bottom lip. I had no shame—nor would I ever.
"No. I want to grab something to eat and go walk along the beach together. I'm thinking maybe I might have misjudged you on a few different levels." She paused. "You are masturbating, aren't you?"
"I told you I was. I can't stop thinking about last night. You left me needy and aching." I groaned as she laughed into the phone.
"Are you for real? Who does that?" She laughed, but I could tell she was inte
rested in what was going on with me.
"Me. Come over." I thrusted again and groaned. "Hurry. You're going to miss the explosion."
"Did I really call you to ask you to take me to lunch?" Her voice tightened.
Fuck.
"I was just teasing with you. Jeez." I scoffed and released myself. "I'll be there at eleven. Is that good enough?"
"Yeah. I'll let you go so you can continue with whatever you're up to." Another nervous chuckle.
"I'd rather you stay on the phone with me so I can hear your voice when I-”
"Brody!"
I laughed and rolled onto my side. "Alright. I'll see you in a little while. I'm just teasing you—or am I?"
"You're so corrupt."
"I am, but you're thinking about me laying here naked, working myself into a frenzy over you, aren't you?" I licked at my lips as pleasure pulsed through me.
"You know it. Don't be late." She dropped the call, and I rolled over, taking myself back in my hand and doing just as I promised I would: working myself into a frenzy over her.
*
"You smell good." She pressed her shoulder to mine as we walked toward town.
"You look good." I licked at my lips. "Can you believe just a few days ago you wanted to string me up as the town whore? Me. Me!"
She rolled her eyes and slid her hands into her shorts pockets as she turned to face me at the stop sign. "You're still the town whore, and I still want to string you up."
"Tie me up? Wow. This conversation took a fantastic turn." I wagged my eyebrows at her and reached over, pulling at her wrist before taking her hand and walking across the street toward the beach. "Does a taco stand sound okay?"
"What's up with you and Mexican food?" She glanced over at me, and the sunlight played through her chestnut locks. Beautiful wasn't strong enough of a word to describe her.
"I'm full-blooded Mexican. Hello? How do you not know this?" I tugged her hand and nodded toward the water. "The best stand is right over here. They have this mango salsa that will make you want to slap your mother."
"What if I already want to slap her?" Cora turned toward the water, keeping me from getting a chance to read her expression.
"Then, this will only enhance it?" I chuckled and released her hand to wrap my arm around her shoulders. "You really think I'm a whore, still?"
"Are you?" She slid her arm around my lower back, surprising me a little. The girl was wishy-washy hot and cold with me. Where it should have been aggravating, it wasn't. It was almost entertaining.
"Nope. I just like women. I love hearing them moan." I shrugged. "There's power in bringing someone pleasure."
"And, what about your own pleasure?" She moved up to stand in line, but turned to face me. "Isn't that what you're really after?"
No way in hell I was spilling my issues to her. She'd never understand and would likely make fun of me. Even thinking about her teasing me over my lack of contentment in the bedroom made my stomach sick.
"There is that, too, but no... I think it's about acceptance, right? We all want to be accepted. I'm no different." I stepped toward her and reached out, turning her with a tight grip on her hips. "Check out the menu and figure out what we're sharing."