6 Coitus interupt-us (1/2)
Joslyn wiggled her hips eagerly against him, taking pleasure in the heat pooling between her thighs that was being intensified with every brush of her body along his. Only when she broke the kiss to toss her head back in a deep moan did she notice a small group of people that had gathered on the shore near their discarded clothes. ”Shit!” she groaned pushing her upper body away but leaving her legs still around his hips. ”We have company.”
Confusion clouded his expression causing the molten gold of his eyes to reseed leaving only the beams of emeralds. He glanced over his shoulder to figure out what had caught her attention. He let out a low curse, ”Great, what now?”
She forced her gaze away from the small crowd to look him in the eyes as she said, ”Well, we can either get out,” a large grin overtook her face as she said option two, ”or we could continue and hope they leave.” She felt his body respond to her words as he grew against her thigh. To her surprise, he recaptured her lips for a furiously passionate kiss only to break it seconds later.
He let his hands trail over her body as she unwrapped her legs, noting that it felt like she was only wearing a pair of lace panties. He retrieved the bikini top that had fallen down into the water between their bodies and handed it to her. ”Do you want me to help you tie it?” When she shook her head 'no' he turned toward the shore. ”I'll go back first and make them head back to the party.” He said with disappointment heavy in his voice.{Well this is just my luck. I try to slake my lust caused by someone I shouldn't lust for, only to find the one 'gentleman' left on the whole damn planet.} Joslyn came to shore as the last of the crowd left. She knew it should be the normal response to feel embarrassment over what had taken place and at her current state of undress, but the feelings just wouldn't come. Instead, she held her head high, the wicked grin returning to her mouth as she saw desire play across Xavier's face as she emerged from the water. She watched as Xavier began moving toward her, shirt still in hand. But their affair was just not meant to be, not tonight anyhow. She jumped back in shock as Russ stumbled toward them, hands clenching his stomach. Worry and irritation collided within her as she bent to gather her clothes. Russ was just reaching them when she finished tugging her shorts on over her damp skin.
”I… Oh…” Russ had turned a sickening shade of green as he came close enough for her to make out his features well, ”gonna… be…” [blah (vomit noises)]
”Ah, sick!” Joslyn cried out as Russ lost the alcohol-saturated content of his stomach, all over her and Xavier's bare feet.
”Sorry.” Russ's voice quivered as he lost balance and fell directly into Joslyn. She balanced his large frame the best she could as he swayed back and forth.
”I have a cooler of water back at my booth if you want me to bring him a couple.” Xavier said looking back and forth between Joslyn and Russ with concern.
”Yes, please. Thank you.” Relief colored her words as she looked back up at Xavier. He had already replaced the sunglasses and was pulling the surf shirt back down over his wet torso. She watched as Xavier set off in the direction of the crowd and booth at a steady jog.
”I really am sorry.” Russ wobbled against her heavily. ”You're wet…” the words slurred as he fumbled with her hair.
Joslyn had the good grace to be embarrassed as she struggled to find a good response while trying to balance him. ”Yea, I went for a swim.”
Russ brought his other hand up to steady himself on her shoulder as he continued to play with her hair. ”With that guy from the booth?” His unsteady gaze stayed on the clump of wet locks in his hand. ”It's not safe… out there… here… yea know… could be seen…” [Hiccup]
”It wasn't like that, Russ.” Joslyn said trying to move him around to see if there was any way to get him back toward the crowd by herself.
He locked his feet refusing to be moved as he looked down into her eyes, struggling to maintain a stern gaze. ”Then, how was it? It sure as hell looked like that.”
She tried to push against him again to get him to move but he wouldn't budge. ”Russ, please. We need to head back. This isn't any of your business. I don't have to explain anything to you.”
Russ buried his feet deeper into the sand as he laced his hands more firmly into her hair. He began to bring his head down to hers, but luckily for her with his level of drunkenness, his movement was off enough that it was easy for her to block the incoming kiss.
”Russ, you literally just threw up. Please don't try to kiss me. Just help me get you back to the car before you pass out.” Joslyn sighed in relief as Russ awkwardly released her hair and yielded to her attempts to move him.