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I dip my fingers into Olivia’s core and almost forget myself when I find how needy she is. Though we’re still partially submerged in the water, she’s so wet her pussy is slick and slippery under my touch. Ready for me right when I need her.

My cock, gone limp while I watched Charlotte, twitches against my thigh. I’m already imagining taking Olivia right here, right now, plunging inside her warmth so she can squeeze me tight. I lean in close, breathing her in, filling my senses with her. “Gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

She trembles. The look in her eyes is hungry, pleading.

Spearing my fingers into her pussy, I relish the way she takes me. So warm. So inviting. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off sinking my cock all the way inside, burying myself deep.

Fuck, the thought has me rock hard, grinding myself against her thigh while I work her cunt. She moans against her hand, and we share a breathless smile at how close we are to being caught.

Would I mind if Charlotte found me here like this? If I have to see her again, I must admit, this way would be preferable.

Let her remember what she missed out on.

Olivia sucks in a breath and her cunt tightens around my fingers and thoughts of my ex are suddenly the last thing on my mind.

“You like the way I touch you, hmm?”

She glances around, but it’s not lost on me how her pussy tightens even further. When I add my tentacle to rub her clit, her hand flies from her mouth and her lips fall open. And I can’t wait any longer.

Removing my fingers, I have my cock ready at her entrance before she can miss the feeling of being full. I slide home, watching the expression on her face as I really stretch her out. Her eyelids flutter and she whimpers with need.

God, she feels amazing. She’s snug and warm around my length, and with a few thrusts of my hips, she has me all the way. Only then do I come to my senses a little. I’ve gone in without a rubber. “Fuck. I didn’t bring a condom.”

She stares at me. “But you can pull out, right?”

I breathe out a sigh of relief, pressing my forehead to hers as I roll my hips to move inside her. “Yeah, I can pull out.”

I don’t have the willpower to stop now if she’s fine with it. In fact, it’s a struggle to hold my orgasm back as I plunge into her over and over. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I use my tentacles to brace us and move her back and forth on my cock as I fuck her.

It doesn’t take long before she’s right on the edge.

Her head falls back. Small damp tendrils cling to her flushed face. I almost wish we were underwater so I had an excuse to close my mouth to hers. To distract myself, I bring a thumb to her clit and give her a little nudge to help her over the edge.

Olivia’s eyes fly open and she flings an arm around my neck, holding me close. She’s trembling. I fuck and fuck her in a steady rhythm until she bursts in a sweet clench of muscles tight around my cock. The pleasure makes her whole body tense before she releases into a languid sigh of bliss.

It’s almost too much.

I grit my teeth and hold on until the last second. Until I can’t hold on any longer.

Then, with regret, I withdraw my cock, sheathing it in my hand instead. It’s a poor replacement for the perfection of Olivia’s pussy, but it will have to do. I won’t risk coming inside her. With a few quick pumps of my hips, I bury my face into her neck and groan out my own release. My cum clouds the water around us for a moment as it bursts from me in waves of orange and green. I shudder. Then I lift my head to find her watching me, a huge smile on her face.

“That was so hot.”

Laughter huffs from my chest as the understatement of her words hits me. “Yeah.” If only there was a stronger word. Hot doesn’t seem to do what we shared justice. I’m still reeling in the feeling when it occurs to me I lost track of our audience.

It hardly seems to matter now, though. And since I hear nothing on the track, I drag Olivia back into the water just so I can hold her close a few more minutes. Three tentacles and my arms curl around her tightly and I try not to think about how reluctant I feel to ever let her go.

FIFTEEN

Olivia

Something has changed between me and Noah. That afternoon he’s softer, quieter.

We find a sunny spot to dry off before collecting our clothes and dressing. I still can’t believe I dared to go skinny dipping in the middle of the day. And do…other things in public!

I’m sliding my leg over the back of his bike when he twists to look back at me. “You want to come back to mine for a while?”

I try to cover up the moment where my voice refuses to work and simply stare and make choked noises low in my throat with a cough. “Oh, well if you’re not busy. I wouldn’t say no to another Noah Wilson meal.” I waggle my brows suggestively at him, hoping he’ll assume I’m in it for the food, rather than because I might be quickly growing addicted to his company.