Page 10 of Privilege

Chapter Eight

Cara

I push myself off the mirror. “I need a shower,” I murmur, as Rich brushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck affectionately.

What I actually need is a lobotomy.

“Let’s go for a swim instead,” Rich says. He steps back and his cock slips out of me.

“I’m a bit of a mess,” I say, blushing. Our cum is leaking down my legs.

“Who cares, Cara?” Rich’s voice is chipper, his cock bouncing as he heads to our suitcases and rummages around for my bathing suit. He chucks it at me, an ear-splitting grin on his face. He’s very much himself again. Happy. Relaxed.

Dane’s face flashes across my mind. Yup, I definitely need a lobotomy. Put an ice pick in my eye, please and thank you.

Rich playfully slaps my ass and kisses me sweetly on the mouth.

“Come on babe, the pool is great at night. We can float around and smoke a joint. Get unsticky. Maybe get sticky again.” He waggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but smile—it’s been such a tense day, and he looks so delighted. Who am I to ruin it.

I slip into my one-piece and he drapes an arm lazily around my shoulders, steering me into the hall and towards the elegant grand staircase. He’s chatting about something but I’m not really listening; all I can think about is those dark eyes on mine.

They weren’t on me at first, though, were they?

I swallow, trying to ignore the images in my head of his gaze fixated on Rich’s cock, pure lust pouring out of him like electricity off a generator.

I frown, and can’t help but wonder what he was even doing visiting our room.

With how him and Rich had been acting I certainly wasn’t expecting any visits; I figured we’d all be forced to interact with each other at what I was quickly gathering were very regular social events over the course of the summer, but that for the vast majority of the time Dane would be busy plowing his way through every woman in New York and Rich and I would hopefully try to turn the summer around and have a good time.

Instead, I’d found myself having the best orgasm of my life while staring right at the fucker.

“Is that okay?” Rich says.

I snap out of it and blink. “Um, sure,” I say, with zero idea what I’ve agreed to.

“Thanks, babe,” he says as he pushes open the sliding door and we step outside onto the poolside patio, his voice relieved. “She’ll really appreciate it.”

“She?”

“He means Jamie,” comes a very unwelcome voice. Both of our heads snap to the pool, where Dane has casually draped himself across two pool noodles and is floating in the middle of the water. The dark blue underwater pool lights cast a neon glow across his tan skin, lighting him up from underneath.

He’s naked.

“What about Jamie?” I hear myself ask. Am I speaking ?

Dane snorts. “I’m going to guess that she’s convinced Rich it’s a good idea for the two of you to hang out.”

I wait for Rich to deny it, but he glares at Dane.

I sigh, not wanting to add fuel to their animosity. “It’ll be fine. She’s kind of mean though, Rich.”

Rich shifts uncomfortably, finally breaking his eye contact with Dane, who is shaking with laughter in my peripheral vision. I hope his dick gets stuck in the pool filter.

Rich is floundering. “Yeah. Maybe not the best call. Um.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say cheerfully, but I already feel exhausted.

I drop my towel onto a lounge chair and two sets of eyes run down the cutouts in the sides of my suit, exposing my ribs. As I stalk towards the pool, Dane stares openly at my crotch, his lips parted, and I can’t help but think he’s picturing my cum-filled pussy.

Yeah that’s right. I’m full of Rich’s fucking cum. Look all you want, asshole. But my lower belly clenches deliciously at the thought.

I launch myself into the water, tuck up into a cannonball and aim directly for Dane.

I hit the water a foot away from him and drench him in a tidal wave of pool water as I sink beneath the surface.

The coolness soothes my soaked pussy and makes me feel less exposed, somehow.

Like if I can stay beneath the surface, everything will be okay.

I hear the muted thud of another body dropping into the water, see Rich’s shadow as he swims towards me, grabs my waist possessively, and gives me a squeeze.

Can’t we stay down here?

I feel like he wants to, too. But we aren’t fucking fish, and eventually we kick towards the surface, breaking through at the same time and gasping for air.

“I’ll tell Jamie not to come,” Rich says quietly. “It was stupid. I’m stupid.”

“It’s fine.” And I mean it. “I’m not worried about us, Rich.” I say it firmly, and I say it for more than just him.

Rich dips his head and presses his lips to mine. He tastes like chlorine. I kiss him back harder as he pulls my weightless body towards him and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Dane chooses this exact moment to launch into a breast stroke, the wake slapping Rich and I in the face. I glare at him as he swims past, but before I can open my mouth to call him a dick I feel the soft caress of his fingertips brush against my back.

He pulls himself gracefully up out of the water and swaggers into the house without a towel, bare ass glowing in the dark. I’m sure he’s leaving a slick trail of puddles all over the tile inside.

The water may be cold but my skin is burning.

Lobotomy. Please. Anytime, now.