Society Girls: Waverly (7 page)

W
averly

I should probably be participating, but Knox is doing such a good job on his own, and what if I do something wrong? No, I’m just going to lie here like he asked me to. Then, when he thinks we’re done, I’ll do some of the things I know how to do. Things I’ve never done, but was trained to do.

Thoughts of my training make my whole body go rigid, and I immediately realize my mistake. Knox was just biting down on the sensitive skin behind my ear, but he immediately sits back on his heels, a panicked look on his face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Dammit! Why can’t I be normal? “I-I was just thinking too much.”

“We can do this another day. Let’s just kiss. Is that okay? Kissing?”

I nod, ashamed of my past, and embarrassed in the present. “Thank you.”

“You shouldn’t be thanking me for doing something I love,” he says, lying down next to me.

He wraps one of my curls around his finger and tugs. When I turn my head to look at him, he leans in and touches his lips to mine. It feels so good, and so right, making me even more embarrassed about freaking out. I want more with him. I want it all. It’s time I finally took what
I
want, instead of letting my past—and what I forced to see—scare me.

I move a hand down, and slide it into his trunks, grabbing onto his penis. His skin is so soft, but the muscle underneath it is hard as steel. It jerks in my hand as I rub up and down his shaft. His lips leave mine as I whimper, and he tries to shift away from me.

“Wave? What…oh, God, yes…I mean, no…fuck, that’s good…I said today was for you.”

“This
is
for me. Let me, please.”

In answer, he takes my mouth again while one of his hands closes over mine, and shows me how he likes it. He feels so good in my hand, growing even bigger as liquid begins to leak from the tip. Without thinking, I reach my other hand down, and swipe the moisture off. When I pull my mouth back, and lick my finger, he starts to jerk under my hand.

My name is on his lips as he covers us both with his semen. I liked the taste of him, maybe even loved it, so I push him onto his back, and lick his stomach clean. I’ve given myself orgasms before, and I feel my body close to one right now. All I’d have to do is touch myself.

I start to do just that, when I’m flipped onto my back. Knox looks a little crazed as he practically rips my bikini bottoms off and buries his face between my legs. I scream at the first contact of his tongue on my sensitive skin, and it seems to make him even crazier.

His broad shoulders spread my thighs wide while his thumbs spread my labia open. I try to pay attention to his mouth, and tongue, and teeth, but it’s no use. My brain cells aren’t able to continue functioning as my body starts to spasm. I’m crying out again as my hips buck, and my hands go into Knox’s hair. My eyelids are heavy, but I make myself watch him feast on me like he’s never tasted anything better.

He doesn’t let up as my orgasm ebbs, bringing me over two more times before I try and push him away. “I can’t, Knox. It’s too much. Please.”

He slows his tongue, and moves his mouth down to my vagina, licking into me with lazy strokes. “Not stopping. I’ve been dreaming of this pussy, fucking myself with my hand to thoughts of your taste. It’s better than I fantasized about, and I need more. I need to keep hearing my name from your lips. I’ll slow things down, but please don’t make me stop.”

How can I say no after that? “Okay.”

I can feel him smile against me, before he places a soft kiss on my thigh. I lie back, letting go of his hair as he goes so very slow. Kisses, and licks, soft bites, and sweet sucks. He brings me over two more times, and each one is more explosive than the last. I have no doubt he’d continue, but at that point, I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, it’s dark in the room, and I’m under the comforter and sheets. Naked. A very naked Knox is wrapped around me, one hand cupping my mound. I’m cleaned up, and I feel things I’ve only ever felt before from my best friend. I feel safe and cared for. Not in the same way Ken cares for me, but the feeling is just as powerful. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me, because there’s a limit on my time with Knox.

I don’t know if I should stop this now, while I still feel strong enough to survive it, or if I should just jump in and enjoy it while I can. Both options have their pros and cons, but I don’t know which one will hurt less. Either way, I’m going to hurt—that’s not even a question at this point.

“Please tell me you’re not regretting what we did,” Knox says, nudging my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck.

“No,” I tell him honestly, turning to face him. “I don’t regret it.”

He hisses out a breath as I rub my hardening nipples against his chest. Sliding a hand up, he cups one of my breasts in his hand, and rubs his thumb over the hard peak.

“I wanted to play with these so badly this afternoon, but you were worn out, so I had to let you sleep.”

“I seem to have gotten a second wind.”

“Is that an invitation to a play date, Miss Stein?”

“Why yes, yes it is, Mr. Edwards.”

He kisses me sweetly while he rolls me under him. His hands are kneading and pinching me as we both moan. After a few minutes, he moves his mouth down, taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucks and bites my breast as I writhe under them. When he’s satisfied that one is well tended to, he switches to the other, giving it the same attention as the first. I could almost come from how good it feels, and I tell him so.

“I’m so close, Knox.”

He lifts his head to look at me. “What do you need? Tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything.”

I know what I want. I may not have done things, but I
know
about things—and not just from what I had a watch as a girl. I’ve heard the Society women talking to each other when they’re getting patched up, and they say things when we’ve hung out together. They’ve talked about things that sounded
good
to me, and I want to try one so bad.

“Can you fuck my breasts?” I ask, rushing the words out so fast they probably run together.

He blinks, and blinks again. Swallows hard, and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they are blazing with more fire than I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes before. I almost shrink back because they’re so intense, but then he smiles.

“I can, I will, I want.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’m going to take those answers as a yes.”

“Yes. Yes, please,” he tells me with a nod.

“I want to lick and suck, too, if that’s okay,” I add, remembering that as well.

“There is a God. I always knew it, but now there’s no doubt.”

K
nox

I almost came on the spot when Waverly asked me to fuck her tits. She
asked
. Like I would say no. Like any living, breathing hetero male would say no. Hell, with her tits, a few gay guys might go for it, too. None of them can have her, though. She’s all mine. At least for now.

I kiss her again, this time with an urgency she matches. While our mouths are still fused together, I put my hand under her pillow and pull her down the bed with me. Placing her hands on the sides of her tits, I lift up to look down at her.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she says, squirming under me to let me know she’s as turned on as I am.

I move up, and brace myself on my hands above her head. When I slide my cock in the valley between her soft and luscious tits, she pushes them together until I’m fitting snuggly in between them. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I’ve fucked tits a few times in my life. But this, with her, it’s different. I force myself to stop thinking about why that is, and just do what my body demands.

As I move back and forth the first time, she flicks out her tongue to lick my tip. It’s good, but not enough. I’m going to have to be a little rough, but since it’s her mouth, and not her pussy, I’m not feeling too much guilt about asking for it.

“Suck me, Wave. I need you to suck me.”

She does it as I thrust up, taking the top of me into her mouth and sucking. It’s still not enough.

“Harder. Suck it harder.”

On the next thrust, she captures a few inches of me, and pulls me in tight. I keep thrusting as she sucks me hard, just like I asked. I can’t move as much as before, but her mouth is Heaven, and her tits are cradling me tight, so it’s not going to take me much longer to lose myself.

“That’s it, babe. Feels so good. Your mouth and tits were made for me. I know your pussy’s going to make me lose my mind, but that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to own my cock. Guess what? It’s already yours. Take it like you want. Like
I
want.”

She’s moving under me, but since her hands are holding her tits, there’s no way for her to get the release she needs. I’ll take care of her soon, but right now it’s my own orgasm I’m chasing. I’m all for the ladies first way of thinking, but she said she wanted this, so she’s getting it.

Her hands push her tits even tighter around me, and when she leans up to take more of me in her mouth, I come undone. I don’t remember thrusting hard, and I don’t remember wrapping a hand around her hair. All I know is I’m yelling out her name, and unleashing my cum down her throat as my vision goes blurry.

“Sweet mother of God,” I say, flopping over onto my back. “That…you…spectacular.”

She doesn’t answer right away, and it takes me a few seconds to be able to move my head so I can look at her. When I do, I get hard again immediately.

She’s got her eyes closed, her back arched, one hand pinching a nipple, and the other hand buried between her closed thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter. I could watch her like that all day, but my need to join in is stronger than my urge to watch.

I swing back over her, latching my mouth to one nipple while my hand joins her. I showed her how to jack me off, and now she’s pushing my fingers inside of her so she can focus on her clit. She’s soaking my two fingers as I pump in and out of her, looking for that magic spot that will send her flying. I know I’ve found it when she bucks up and screams. Oh yeah, there it is. A couple twists of my fingers while I bite the soft flesh of a sweet tit, and she’s shaking so hard and long, I don’t think she’ll ever stop. I keep sucking, biting, and fingering her until she pushes away.

“Can’t. Don’t try and say I can like the afternoon. I really can’t.”

All at once I feel guilty for bringing her over so many times. I wanted her to know how good it can be, but I forgot she’s not used to coming even once, much less the seven or eight times I’ve taken her over today. My mouth wasn’t too invasive, but I wasn’t gentle with my fingers. She didn’t seem to want me to be, but still.

“How sore are you, Wave?”

“Pretty sore,” she admits, covering her eyes with her hand. “I love it, and I want more, really I do, but I can’t.”

“Stay here while I run us a bath,” I say, standing up and leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“A bath sounds wonderful.”

“It will be. Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

“You’ve been taking care of me a lot today. I may get used to it, and then you’ll have to do it all the time.”

“Count on it.”

“Until this is over.”

“I’m not looking to the end, and I don’t want you to, either. Let’s just make the present the best it can be. Let me take care of you, and make you happy.”

“As long as you let me do the same.”

“Deal.”

Best deal I’ve ever made, although the reminder of the end isn’t sitting well with me. I’m afraid that organ I’ve been hiding behind a wall of water and fear is coming to life again. I’m falling in love with Waverly Stein, and even knowing it won’t last doesn’t seem to be chasing that feeling away. The biggest difference between Gwen and Waverly is that I may not survive the broken heart this time, even though I know it’s coming.

W
averly

“Hey Coh, can I talk to you?” I ask, as we’re getting settled at the swim center on Monday.

“Of course. What’s up?”

I look around, and try to figure out where to go so we can have a little privacy. We can’t be out of sight of Knox, but I have questions and I don’t want an audience for that. Since no one’s diving today, I decide the high dive platform is probably our best bet. I can dive to his rescue if something happens, and so can Cohen.

“Let’s go up there,” I say, pointing to the ladder.

“You’re not going to push me off, are you?”

“If I did, you’d be fine. You were a competitive diver, after all.”

If he’s surprised I know his background, he doesn’t let it show. I know all about him, and how he was supposed to be the golden boy of diving while Knox filled the same role in the water. He got involved in drinking, drugs, and even more women than he has now, taking him out of the running for the last Olympics. He could’ve come back, like Michael Phelps is doing in swimming, but he chose to manage his best friend’s interests instead.

“The past tense is what’s important here.”

Oh no. I just screwed this up. “Do you mind going up? I didn’t think about you not wanting to go there. It just seems like a good place for us to talk.”

He gives me a wry smile, and starts walking. “I’m not afraid of the platform, or even diving. I’m going cliff diving this weekend, in fact. I ruined my own career, and then I chose to not fight my way back. It’s no one’s fault but my own.”

“You overcame more than most people could.”

“Thanks for saying that. I’m happy to be on the sidelines now. I can eat what I want, jump off cliffs without worrying about injury, and I could date a girl without my sport and its commitment ruining it. I’d say I’m doing pretty good.”

“You are, and don’t think I missed the message you just gave me.”

“Is that what you want to talk about?” he asks from behind me as we climb.

“No, because that’s between me and Knox.”

“Good answer.”

We don’t say anything else until we’re sitting up on the highest board, leaning on the railing with our feet hanging over the side. Since I was the one who requested this talk, Cohen waits for me to get things going.

“I need more information about those threats Knox received.”

“We told you everything.”

“I know you think you did, but nothing more has come up and I feel like we have to be missing something. Even something that seems insignificant could be the key to all of this.”

“I’ve gone over it all so many times, and there’s nothing. You know if I could help, I would.”

“I believe you, but why don’t you humor me and tell me everything one more time.”

“You know if he doesn’t need your protection anymore, things will be over for the two of you.”

“His safety is more important than prolonging something that’s going to end anyway.”

He lets out a low whistle. “That’s cold. Like, whoa.”

“Would it serve us all better if I burst into tears?” The one time I did that was already one time too many.

“No. I get it. You’re protecting yourself.”

“And him. Now, please tell me about the threats.”

“Okay, so the first one was after a party. Knox had a stream of chicks through his room that night, and—oh shit, sorry.”

I wave him off. “I know all about it, so you’re not telling me anything that will shock me. I only care about the now with him.”

“Okay, cool. So yeah, he got a bunch of head and I took a girl to my room, too. There were all kinds of people still in the house when we woke up. Some were still even partying. Anyway, Knox got up, and went into his bathroom. After rubbing his eyes, he opened them to see a message on the mirror in red lipstick. It said ‘I’m coming for you.’”

“So creative,” I say with an eye roll.

“Yeah, that’s why we didn’t take that one seriously. We figured it was one of the chicks who didn’t get invited to stay, since none of them ever did. But then, a skunk was jammed into his front door with a hunting knife, and a note. That one said he should watch his back. We didn’t get that smell out of the front hall for over a week.”

“And you still didn’t ask for help. Even though whoever did it got in your gate.”

“Everyone gets in the gate, and you know the security cameras weren’t working. We should’ve had them fixed, but we didn’t really think it was a big deal. Knox is a swimmer, and we didn’t think anyone would really want to go after him. At least not to hurt him. Paparazzi and random chicks were a problem sometimes, but nothing too dangerous.”

“Then he was drugged.”

“Yeah. We were out at a club, and he started acting strange, grabbing women in ways he wouldn’t normally do. I sent him outside to get some air because he was pissing me off. When I went out to check on him a few minutes later, he was on the ground, and someone was standing over him. I’m pretty sure it was a woman, but whoever it was had on all black with a mask, and ran when I yelled. We called an ambulance, and then when he was okay, we called you guys.”

“How did he find the Society?” Reina probably knows, but she didn’t tell me and it’s one thing I’m really interested in.

“Knox’s grandma went to school with Jane Corrigan. They’ve remained close over the years.”

“Gotcha.” No wonder his case was moved to the top of a very big pile of requests. “And you have no idea who would want to kill him?”

“No. I mean, chicks sometimes get upset because he only wants to be sucked off, but usually they just cuss him out or slap him. He tells them before they do it, so they shouldn’t be surprised, but I guess they think they’ll be so good at it that he’ll magically change his mind.”

“I don’t get it. If a guy told me he only wanted a suck or a fuck, I’d either do it or not. Then I’d move on.” Or at least I think I would.

“You’re not most girls, Wave, which is a good thing. They’re not bad themselves, just misguided.”

I don’t want to ask, but I have to, and not just because I need the info to try and protect Knox. “What about Gwen?”

“Ask Knox.”

“Will he tell me?”

“Probably not.”

“What if she’s the one behind this.”

“Ask Knox.”

That’s just it. From the information I have, Gwen was his college sweetheart, and they were together for five years. He even gave her a ring, and his parents loved her. It all looked perfect, until they broke up. Since she was seen a few days later with another swimmer, I’m guessing she’s the one who did the breaking, but I need more info.

“There’s been no threats on social media, email, or by snail mail so far. You probably spooked whoever it was, but I thought they’d show themselves by now.”

“Maybe they can’t get to Africa as easily as we can.”

“We’ve thought of that, and it’s very possible as well. But I would’ve thought whoever it was would’ve emailed or something if they couldn’t get near him. Maybe they just want to threaten him in person. At this point, I just don’t know.”

“You’re doing your best, and so is everyone else. We appreciate it.”

“Do you know when he’s planning on going back home?”

“Do you two even talk?”

“Yes. Maybe.”

He shakes his head. “About two weeks. There’s a big human trafficking fundraiser he wants to go to next weekend, and then we’ll work out here a few more days. It’s good here, but he needs to get back into his own pool.”

I look down, and watch Knox as he slices through the water, his powerful arms and broad back looking even better from all the way up here. He’s like a merman, owning the pool. That’s where he belongs. In the water, winning medals. I need to find out who’s behind these threats, and keep him safe, even if protecting him means losing him. I’ll just milk every drop of pleasure and happiness out of the time we have together until then.

We slept together the last two nights, but we didn’t go all the way. He wants to make sure I’m ready, but with our time running out, I don’t want to wait any longer. Tonight, I’m giving him all of me. I’m actually already his, whether he knows it or not.

K
nox

I usually grab something for lunch somewhere between this swim center, and the university, where I train in the afternoons with their swim teams. Today, I want to do something different, and fun. I can do laps in my pool tonight to make up for it, but I want to go out with Waverly today. Especially after I saw her on the dive tower with Cohen. I want to know what they were talking about.

“I’m going to do things a little differently today,” I tell everyone as I walk out after my shower and ice bath. I hate those things, but once a week they save my life.

“How different?” one of the coaches I hired to help me asks.

“Wave and I are going to lunch by the beach, and then we’re going to Sea Point to swim.”

“Are we?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” one of the other coaches says, speaking up. “It’s too crowded there for you to train in any of the pools.”

“I’ll do laps in my pool tonight.”

“You could play with your girlfriend in your pool tonight, and stick to the plan we all agreed on.”

“Or I could just fire you. Your choice.”

I’m not kidding, and he realizes it, throwing his hands up and walking out. The other coaches follow. I seriously don’t care. I’ll be going home soon, back to the team I’ve been with since I was a boy. I hired this travel team so my regular guys could stay with their families, but after all these years, I know how to train myself if these assholes not decide to take me up on my offer.

“You cleared this room pretty fast,” Cohen says with a laugh.

“And you’re surprised?”

“Not at all. Have a good time you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do in a pool.”

“Since it’s a
public
pool, you have nothing to worry about,” Waverly tells him.

My best friend and I share a look, and then he salutes me before walking out, too. I take Waverly’s hand, and walk with her out to my rental car. “Do you have a suit with you?”

“Yes. I figured I should always be prepared since I see you staring longingly at the beach every time we drive past it.”

“I really want to go in, but I know I shouldn’t. There are too many variables I can’t control in open water.”

“We should at least put our feet in.”

I look at her and smile as I open her door. “Yeah. We should.” I lean over and kiss her because I can, and then we’re on our way.

I pull into the restaurant, Blues, which is no less busy than Beluga, but it’s more casual, and I don’t think we’ll be stalked by the paparazzi here. Even if we are, I don’t really care right now. Waverly’s in a black one piece shorts thing that dips low in front, showcasing her fantastic tits while still looking classy. I want to show her off, and let everyone know the fiery redhead is mine.

We’re seated at a table inside, with a view of Camps. I must look wistful, because Waverly brings up the beach again. “We can sit outside if you want.”

“You’re not worried about a sunburn?” She’s fair-skinned, and redheaded. Not a good combination for the strong sun outside.

“I have sunscreen, sunglasses, and a floppy hat. I wouldn’t have agreed to go to an outdoor pool on the ocean if I didn’t.”

“That’s different. We’ll be swimming, and playing in the water, not just sitting outside to bake. Plus, I want to see your face and eyes while we eat.”

“So romantic.”

“For you, I’m willing to try.”

“You weren’t romantic with Gwen?”

My hands grip the menu tight. The woman in front of me shouldn’t be speaking that other woman’s name. Ever. In a perfect world at least. In this world, she’s my bodyguard as well as my lover, so she knows things without me even having to tell her. Or having the chance to do it. Right now, I’m not happy about it, but it is what it is.

I school my features, and answer her honestly. “I bought her flowers, candy, and jewelry, so I guess I was romantic.”

“No romantic walks on the beach in San Diego?”

“I don’t want to talk about her with you. She’s in the past.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but the waitress must be a mind reader, because there she is, taking our drink order. Once she’s gone, I put the menu in front of my face, effectively stopping any further conversation for the moment.

Waverly lets it go until we’re eating. She’s got seafood linguine, and I’m having the linefish of the day. Mine is delicious, and hers looks just as good. It doesn’t deter her, though.

“I need to know about her if I’m going to keep you safe.”

“I can’t do this with you.”

“I’ll have to leave if I can’t protect you properly.”

I know she’s right, but it doesn’t make this any easier. I set down my fork, take a long drink of my water, and look her in the eyes as I speak. “I loved her. I wanted to marry her. I trusted her. She cheated on me. I caught her. End of story. Are you happy now?”

“Did she still want to be with you, even though she cheated?” she asks, ignoring
my
question.