Bittersweet

Bittersweet: Chapter Eleven

THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.

THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.

So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER ELEVEN has been rewritten & updated.

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Chapter Eleven

Austin

My eyes were trained to her every God damned move. She was lying flat on her back wearing nothing but a skimpy, tight swimsuit. The shorts that she had been wearing were bundled up underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. Her skin was slightly pink from the sun and her blonde hair was damp and balled up in a messy bun on top of her head. Even from this far away, I could see the sweet tendrils hanging loosely around her face. But her clothing, or lack thereof, wasn't the reason I couldn't look away. Fuck no. Her legs were slightly parted and gently bent at the knees. Perfect, little Elizabeth Hart had her small hand nestled between her legs.

She was playing with herself.

I quietly sat down on one of the rotting steps leading down to the dock, not wanting to get caught just yet. I needed to see this. I'd been daydreaming about her for the past two weeks, harboring a constant erection just at the mere thought of that night. And it didn't help that she was everywhere. Every single fucking time I turned around she was in somewhere in my peripherals. Nothing gave me relief-not even the multiple showers I took daily just to stroke myself until layers of come were coating the floor of the tub. In my mind, each time I was coming in her sweet cunt. I needed to see her come undone again and while I knew seeing this would only fuel the agony I was feeling, I didn't care.

The...hunger I had for her was an incessant bitch.

I had half a mind to march right over there, jerk her up off the ground. If I hadn't been captivated by what she was doing, I would have been pissed. She was out in the open, and anyone would have walked up on her. What if it hadn't been me her father asked to come get her for lunch? What if it had been Tommy? I growled at the thought of him watching her, needing her like I did.

Her hand was working herself over the small strip of the swimsuit, but the way her head thrashed and groaned in annoyance told me that she wasn't doing anything but making it worse. She had no idea what she was doing. Damnit, she was too innocent for words, and her attempt at what she was doing made me grin. Knowing I wasn't interrupting anything of value, I pulled the cigarette that had been tucked behind my ear and stuck it to my lips. I grabbed my lighter and lit the cigarette sucking the deep warmth into my lungs. When the smoke released from my lungs, I blew it directly in her path.