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Seven

Hailey

17 years old

Even days later, I was struggling to make sense of what had happened between us. How, in the blink of an eye, we went from sinfully hot moments of passion to strangers.

One moment, he was pressed against me, his mouth on my nipple, and the next, he regretted going that far. I could tell he wished he hadn’t let himself get so carried away. His face was a picture of dread, his eyes darting around at the possibility of our parents popping out at any moment. He wanted no one to see us, and his words only confirmed my fears.

“No one will find out. I have no idea what just got into me.”

He practically ran out of there, like the devil himself was after him, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

My head was in a state of total chaos, with opposing sides engaging in a fierce internal battle .

One side latched onto his parting words and that distressed look on his face, while the other side argued that he must have enjoyed it, given how into it he had been.

Colt isolated himself after that, and I didn’t get to see him the rest of the stay — until the last night, that is. That night, after spending hours overthinking things, I pulled myself together and decided we needed to have a talk, just to get things out in the open.

Coming here, I’d been hoping for some kind of sign, anything, but I got more than I bargained for. Problem was, none of it seemed to make much sense.

I was standing outside his door about to knock when I heard grunting and groaning. It was the same noises he’d made as he hovered over me a few days before. Did he have another girl in there? In a fit of madness, I silently opened the door a crack as slowly as possible. Colt groaned, “Hailey!” So he either had another Hailey in there, was calling my name while having fun with someone else, or …

I pushed the door open more, and there he was, sprawled out in his big bed, buck-ass naked, asleep, moaning, and fully erect. Holy fuck.

Any normal person would have quickly turned around, probably mortified, and rushed out of the room. At that very moment, I discovered that normal wasn’t really my thing.

I was transfixed by his hulking form on the bed, the sound of the waves crashing, and his potent masculine scent. This time, though, he smelled somehow muskier, saltier, and more intense, and it drew me in like a moth to a flame. I tiptoed toward him, silently on bare feet, and the moonlight streaming through the open window allowed me to admire him closely .

He was impressive. Even asleep, he exuded strength and virility, and my gaze was glued to his heavy shaft like a magnet. To be fair, it was the first cock I’d seen in real life; I hadn’t even kissed anyone else before Colt. Every time I came even close to trying, I couldn’t go through with it — they weren’t him. Given that it matched his size, I figured it wasn’t likely to be average length.

Opaque, milky liquid trickled out of the fat tip, tempting me to lap it up. What I was doing was insane, completely inappropriate, and borderline sick, but I couldn’t stop myself from edging closer. He could wake up at any moment and find me staring at him in the quiet darkness. Maybe my conscience would have made me leave if he hadn’t moaned my name again.

“Hailey.” His deep voice always sent shivers down my spine, but hearing him moan my name was a whole new level. He was dreaming about me .

I lost all sense of reality and knelt on the bed, my hands finding their way to him without even being aware I was doing it. I wrapped my hands around his hard, smooth length slick with his arousal and let myself get lost in the moment. It was my name he moaned, my name he kept moaning as I touched him — my name on his lips as he came, his hot cum shooting all over my hand.

My mind cleared up, and I had enough sense to realize it was time to leave before he actually caught me. No matter how many times he’d moaned my name, what I was doing here wasn’t what you’d call normal.

I rushed out of the room, my body burning with a blazing heat and an overwhelming desire. In a flash, I was back in my own bed, then buried my still-wet, sticky hand covered in his cum right between my thighs to give myself some relief.

Moaning, I circled my swollen clit, massaged his cum into my folds, then came violently, and my toes curled into the sheets beneath me. I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts, shaking and breathing heavily. I’d gone to Colt’s room to talk things through, and while I’d gotten some clarity, it wasn’t exactly what I’d expected.

As an added bonus, I also discovered that when it came to Colt, I was fucked in the head. I’d overthink this whole situation later, but for now, the important thing was that I’d finally found what I’d been looking for all week.

This was my sign that my infatuation wasn’t just one-sided, that there was a chance despite what he said after our … uh, “roll in the four-poster lounge.” His subconscious — and maybe his dick — were already on track. I just needed to convince the rest of him. Good thing I already had a plan.