MasukThe orgasm crashed over me like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. I came with a sharp cry that echoed into the night, body clenching around his fingers, hips bucking as pleasure pulsed through me in long, shuddering waves. He kept moving, drawing it out until I was boneless and gasping beneath him.Only then did he slow down, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean while watching me, eyes never leaving mine, the raw hunger on his face making my inner muscles flutter all over again.He leaned down, kissing me slowly and deeply so I could taste myself on his tongue.“I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he murmured against my lips.And from the way his cock throbbed against my thigh, hard and insistent, I believed him.Andrew shifted over me, his weight settling between my thighs as he kissed me again…slow, filthy, his tongue stroking mine like a promise of what was coming. I could feel him hard and hot against my core, the thin barrier of his board s
His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide in the moonlight. For a second he searched my face, making sure, and then something shifted…the gentle steadiness gave way to raw intent. He didn’t answer with words. He answered by sliding one hand up my side, slow and deliberate, until his palm cupped the curve of my breast through the thin cotton of my sundress.I gasped into his mouth as he kissed me again, deeper this time. His thumb swept over my nipple, teasing it through the fabric until it tightened into a hard, aching peak. Then he closed his fingers around my breast fully, squeezing with just the right pressure…firm, possessive, sending heat straight between my thighs.He pulled back an inch, eyes locked on mine, and slipped his hand beneath the neckline of my dress. The cool night air hit my skin a moment before his warm palm did. Skin on skin now, nothing between us. His fingers spread over my bare breast, kneading slowly, learning the weight and shape of me like he had all the time in
Andrew turned to face me, brushing a strand of hair the wind had whipped across my cheek. “You’re not that girl anymore.”“Am I not?” My voice cracked a little. “Because sometimes it feels like I’m just… on pause. Like I ran away instead of figuring out who I actually am.”He stepped closer, hands settling on my waist. “Mikayla. You design album covers for indie bands from a laptop on the beach. You bartend with surfers and drive forty minutes on a whim for a bonfire. You left a whole life behind because it didn’t fit. That’s not running away. That’s choosing.”I looked up at him, eyes stinging from salt air or maybe something else. “You make it sound simple.”“It’s not,” he admitted. “But it’s yours.”We stood there for a long minute, waves rushing in and out like breathing. Then he took my hand and tugged me gently back toward the fire.“Come on. Tony’s threatening to tell the haunted lighthouse story again. You can hide behind me when it gets scary.”I laughed for real this time an
The truth was, I loved them. Fiercely. Mom, who still sent care packages with my favorite off-brand granola bars and handwritten notes in perfect cursive. Dad, who’d taught me how to change a tire and never missed a single one of my high school art shows. Emily, who used to steal my clothes and beg me to braid her hair. Even Sophie, who’d started mimicking my old eye-rolls but still texted me memes at 2 a.m.But loving them didn’t make it easier to breathe when I was home. Every visit turned into a gentle interrogation…When are you settling down? Have you thought about grad school? Don’t you miss having seasons? And underneath it all, the unspoken question, When are you going to stop this phase and come back to who you really are?I wasn’t sure they recognized who I really was anymore or if they ever had.The bonfire light flickered ahead, and I could hear laughter carrying on the breeze…Andrew’s voice cutting through, loud and unapologetic. I grabbed my bag, stepped out, and let the
MikaylaThe night started like any other Saturday in late summer, my apartment felt like a sauna, the AC rattling its death throes, and my friends had all texted excuses about why they couldn’t make the bar crawl. I paced the living room in cutoff shorts and a tank top, scrolling mindlessly until Andrew’s name lit up my phone.“Hey, you up? Bonfire at Crescent Cove.”I laughed out loud at the screen. We have been circling each other for months…late-night drives, stolen kisses that lasted too long, conversations that always ended with one of us pulling away first. Nothing official, just heat that kept flaring up whenever we got too close.I told myself I wasn’t going. Forty minutes was a long drive for maybe and I had an early shift tomorrow. I should be smart.But the apartment walls pressed in, the city noise outside felt too loud, and the idea of cool ocean air sounded like salvation. Before I could overthink it, I was tossing a towel, sunscreen and bikini into a canvas bag. I threw
I couldn’t answer…Tyler’s shaft was still sliding lazily over my tongue, keeping my mouth full but a desperate, muffled moan escaped around him, my body clenching involuntarily at the words.Marcus pressed forward slowly, the blunt head forcing against the ring already stretched around Jake. The pressure built, burning, impossible…until Jake shifted his hips just enough to make room, and Marcus breached me with a slow, relentless push.The stretch was overwhelming. White-hot fire exploded through me as the second cockhead popped past the ring, sliding in alongside Jake’s. Inch by thick inch, he worked deeper, both of them groaning at the impossible tightness, my ass forced to accommodate two hard shafts at once.“Fuck…feel that?” Jake hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s squeezing us so goddamn hard.”My scream came out choking around Tyler’s cock as they both bottomed out…two cocks buried to the hilt in my ass, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever felt. Full didn’t even begin to d







