Thrust

Chapter Three- Humidity

“Earth to Maddie?” Jocelyn spoke at my side as we were laying poolside in the serene silence of this particular June afternoon as I had become lost in my thoughts regarding Shane yet again. All throughout junior high and high school, these thoughts had remained rather innocuous with the idea of him picking me up in the rain after a kiss or reaching over across the couch and interlacing our fingers, but after the night before last as our hearts were on top of one another, the lustful words of D.H. Lawrence had now conjured scenarios that would make even the executives at HBO blush.

“Are you getting too much sun or something?” She inquired to the blush of my cheeks as I had envisioned on this particular moment that this touch had lifted a lather of sunscreen to my skin before replacing his fingers with his kiss that would turn me to my back and lower still; leaving me with curled toes and an arched back as the flick of his tongue would bring me to a quivering o****m. The thought was thorough down to the smell of the air altered by the scent of his light cologne and soft locks styled loose and without much effort that always seemed to fit him so perfectly.

“Maddison!” My eyes connected to Jocelyn once again as she had now chuckled at me. “Care to share?”

“Just enjoying the sun.” I lied as she would now turn onto her stomach as her ‘session of tanning her front’ had now met its cessation, all while I was wrapped in my summer dress to keep from tainting my usual alabaster skin into an easy burn by the unkind reach of the sun’s gluttonous rays.

“Well you aren’t going to get tan wearing that-”

“I don’t want to be-”

“The ‘ivory’ thing has been ‘out’ since the final Twilight was released...Just a little bronze wouldn’t hurt…” Looking to the space around me and realizing there would be no harm in a slight glaze, I would remove the cover of my skin and allow the warm sun to kiss my skin as I closed my eyes to return to my visions once again. This time, it would be a shadow, followed by a hand, and finally a set of fingers slowly cresting the lines of my thighs until keeping me stiff to the impression of his fingertips learning the depths of my anatomy.

“Dreaming of me?” His voice would suddenly force my eyes to shoot open as I moved immediately to my palms and pulled my cover completely over my torso.

“Don’t you have a home?” I glared as he would clench his jaw and turn his expression from me before letting out a scoff and lifting his hands in surrender.

“I come in peace, ribbons…” As he spoke these words, Chase suddenly made his way from the French doors leading from the living room out onto this portion of our backyard sharing a fence with our neighbors as it was rather uncommon for anyone in our town to possess a pool, we were one of the lucky few.

“Don't worry, we made nice...But I do think he needs to talk to you…But you hurt her, I won’t go easy next time...” My gaze widened as Chase still wore a black eye and busted lip from Shane’s ‘easy’ wrath until my eyes would between them both as Chase would now possess the end of my chair with his own weight shifting me even lower. I would be polite and listen to Chase’s excuse that held details I couldn’t comprehend a single note of. Instead, my peripheral vision would focus upon Shane as he kept his eyes focused onto me until now taking the details of his gorgeous physique across from me. The thing about his torso was not that it was rippled with muscles; instead, he was lean with definition-impressive definition that left the true knowledge of his strength one of the many mysteries of the world as my mind began to conjure scenarios of him lifting me around him once more and around those very muscles.

“So I hope you don’t think completely horrible things of me-”

“No..” I lied, well aware that I deserved to have someone who made me a decision and not an option, but having that blaze behind Shane’s eyes for the first time in a decade was refreshing; and so I would swallow my pride as well as my morals and allow Chase to stay.

We would discuss similarities in music and movies but beyond this, we were complete polar opposites. The way we saw the world in the collections of conversations we had that ranged from favorite ice cream to the stance on abortion was substantially different. It was clear even in the way he spoke to me that he saw me as an inadequate partner in conversation with comments such as ‘you’re probably too young to understand that’ or ‘it can’t effect someone who hasn’t experienced it’, and yet I bit my tongue still as I refused to give Shane a single fraction of confirmation of his aforementioned words. However, with the heat of the day turning sharper, I would convince Chase to evade from the lengthy yet lack of compassionate conversations, I would ask for him to lift his touch to my skin to press the sunscreen into my delicate skin slightly crimson from the cruelty of the sun overhead as he was all too quick to oblige.

Feeling Shane’s eyes glare at us from across the pool as he had now taken himself beside Jocelyn to try and gain a rise out of me, I would close my eyes and move my head as if Chase’s touch was a godsend of sorts. But instead of holding an effect of annoyance and rage that would bring him to the soles of his feet and cast away to leave me alone from that threatening and annoying gaze, I watched him as he seemed to find this as a game of chicken to see how far I would go. Even if the only man to touch my fully nude frame had been that of the doctor who first brought me into this world, there bore a peak of confidence as my fingers moved to the string of my bikini as I pulled it loose to expose my bare back. Holding the fabric covering my breasts together to keep from allowing anyone from Shane to Jocelyn to witness my vulgarity, I arched my brow to him, before laying on my stomach, and allowing Chase to run his hands throughout my skin.

This would seemingly be enough for Shane as he would now abandon the edge of the pool and move quickly into the house, abandoning Jocelyn mid-conversation, and allowing me the peace of his absence.

“Your brother is really protective…” he would speak as I launched upwards, retying the back of my bathing suit and covering myself completely within that gown I had worn earlier in the day.

“He is NOT my brother…” Chase would narrow his eyes to me in confusion.

“He’s my brother’s friend-he’s family in a way…” I pinched my eyes as I was desperate to keep Chase somewhat on a string as I was aware by his inability to keep his ‘dates’ straight was actually to my advantage as I knew he was using me just as much as I intended to use him-without the ambition of anything moving beyond topical seduction for the intent of another man. I was curious if he knew this now as my explanation of Shane’s involvement in my life seemed insincere in acceptance by his narrowed eyes before he would eventually accept it with only a nod.

“Well since bygones are apparently one in the same as themselves...could I convince you to go out with me tonight?”

“Tomorrow? I’m just pretty tired…”

“Sure...Yeah.” he nodded as I offered to walk him out before moving into the direction of my room. But as I passed the bathroom, finding the door parted, the sound of a heavy breath drew my attention into the small divide of the door.

Although my heart knew deep down what I was about to witness my libido and childish wonder was curious to what caused such a breathless and melodic pace to echo within this space. My lips would part in surprise as I would watch him stroke his thick c**k with the quick pumping of his dominant hand while swearing beneath his breath. Immediately, my creativity conjured the sight of me standing before him, bringing that very pleasure to him as my eyes would pull beyond my long lashes and rise to him in tears from his length reaching the depth of my throat as I would allow him the extent of my willing mouth. Yet in reality, I hoped this had been for the sight of myself exposing my virtue to taunt him but I was not certain; for the sake of argument waged between my mind and heart in this moment however, I had convinced myself this had been the source.

“Yes...fuck…” he spoke beneath clenched teeth as a final growl made its way from his throat and out through his parted teeth now lifted into the direction of the ceiling. My own breath was quick in comparison to his as I would watch him turn to face me with a grin, well aware I had been watching him until he reached completion. Mortified in a way I could not compare to any other event synonymous in my life, I would quickly retreat to my room and throw myself upon the bed while struggling to share in his footsteps of bringing myself completion by the torment pooling between my legs and made up of burning desperation.

It had appeared as if my s****l awakening had come from the night of that drunken mishap to where I bore my feelings to a man who now only used them against me in unfair torment. I loathed how easily he could rouse me and anger me, and yet, a part of me lived for it as it made me feel wanted and powerful in a way I was absent until he took interest in me; all while the hurtful words of our shared past reminded me of how heartless he could be.