Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,26
all if I could put my mouth on Brayden’s tits just once.
Underneath the water’s surface, thankfully hidden from view from onlookers, my dick is pitching a tent in my boardshorts that’s big enough for a whale to hide under. I’m so damn hard it hurts, without any real relief in sight. I probably have a better chance of a fish biting off my dick than having Brayden touch it.
And I do want her to touch me, even if I shouldn’t want that.
“Don’t look so grumpy,” Brayden says when she looks over at me from her floating position, dark sunglasses covering her eyes. “Aren’t you enjoying this even a little?”
Fuck, yes.
“Not really,” I mutter since I hate having this stupid, immature inner struggle going on between my head and my cock. I’ve never let the phallic body part control me or let it lead me astray even once, and I’m proud of that fact. There were all sorts of temptation in college, but I focused on studying, being the top of the class, rather than wasting my nights with random women.
“Fine,” Brayden says as she gets into a sitting position, causing the water to drip from her hair down her chest and over her breasts like the most awesome waterfall ever created. “We can go back to the shore.”
“No, that’s okay,” I reply in a rush since my swollen erection is way too noticeable to be viewed by any sunbathers. I need a few minutes to try and figure out what to do about it. “Lie back down and do your thing,” I tell Brayden.
“Are you sure?” she asks with an eyebrow arched over her shades.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she eventually agrees before she lies back down and lets the waves caress her backside.
What the hell am I going to do about my hard-on? I try to think about legal briefs, habeas corpus, reciting the Miranda rights to myself, but nothing makes the damn thing go down.
I wonder if I could ease my hand into the front of my elastic waisted shorts and pull my cock out to give it a quick tug without anyone, especially Brayden, who is the closest to me, noticing.
I’m pretty sure that her eyes are closed behind her glasses, so I go for it. With my back to the beach and facing Brayden’s incredible body, I slip my hand down the front and fist my cock…Oh god, that’s what I need. The relief in just grabbing hold of my aching shaft nearly makes me moan out loud before I bite down on my lip.
Closing my eyes, I free my dick from the confines of my shorts and start stroking it from root to tip. Fuck. I’m already so close. How is that even possible? I keep jerking it right to the edge; but for whatever reason, I can’t get over the hump.
Opening my eyes and seeing Brayden laid out on the waves before me makes my shaft swell, and it’s exactly what it takes for me find my release. My cock jerks, and then I’m milking every last drop out of it, never wanting to stop because it’s the most incredible release I’ve ever had. I’m even panting before I get to the very end.
“There you go,” Brayden says, making my hand pause a second because I think she’s figured out my secret. “So you do know how to relax,” she says, and with one last stroke, the final shudders of my orgasm subside.
“Feel better?” Brayden asks as I quickly tuck my cock back in my shorts.
“Yeah, I do actually,” I reply with a sated smile before I let myself fall back into the water and float alongside Brayden.
Chapter Thirteen
Brayden
So now I know how to get Logan to loosen up.
He apparently holds all of his stress…in his dick.
While I’m not entirely certain, I’m pretty sure he jerked off in the ocean.
Which is ironic, since he was so concerned about the germs that could be in the water. But I am perfectly fine with what he did, because I got to watch him. And no, I couldn’t see what was going on underneath the water, but I could see his face — and that was definitely the slack, sated face of a man getting off. God, it was hot. I just wish I could’ve been the one to give him the relief that he obviously needed so badly that he couldn’t wait and take care of himself in private.
And knowing that he was looking at me as he pleasured himself