She brings one to her lips and bites into it, her gray eyes shining as she stares right into mine, licking juice from her lips, leaving them wet as she chews. I swallow hard, trying to resist but failing to not get turned on by her eating a fucking strawberry. I struggle watching her wrap her lips around the rest of it, then drop the leafy top back into the bowl only to pull another one out. She brings it to her mouth and bites the tip off as she comes towards me, her lips making sure none of the juice escapes.
I have to fight past my clouded mind to finally speak.
“You can’t just have fruit for lunch. Not after all the energy you just burned,” I say as she nears me. “And you have to wash the chlorine off. I’ll make lunch for you while you-”
“Shh,” She’s right in front of me now. She brings the strawberry she bit off of to my lips and holds it against them. “Relax. Eat a strawberry. They’re refreshing.”
I stare down at her as she holds the half-eaten fruit to my mouth, and I part my lips to allow her to slide the rest of the strawberry in. I bite it off, and she gives me a devious smile before dropping the strawberry top into the bowl and taking another one out.
She puts it to my mouth, and as I bite into that one, she doesn’t break eye contact as she says, “I’m not going back in that room, so stop trying. But you can make my lunch, though.”
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she sidesteps me, and I’m about to let her go on with whatever she’s about to do, but I can’t let her walk away from me right now.
I catch her by her upper arm, and she stops to look down at my hand. I pull her back in front of me and take the bowl from her, meaning to guide her back down the hallway to her room, but instead…I look at her lips, still red from the strawberries she ate. If it were Megan, I wouldn’t hesitate to taste them. I wouldn’t hesitate to do anything at all. And it is Megan, deep down. Isn’t it?
I’m making excuses because I want to kiss her, and I know it. But when I lean forward to let my mouth brush against Alana’s, she doesn’t hesitate this time. If anything, she kisses me back as hungrily as she wrapped her lips around that strawberry. As I taste the juice on her tongue, I feel like I’m losing my grasp on reality.
But this isn’t Megan. It’s Alana, and she’s not going to let me lead for long. She twists around, backing me up against the wall as I try to regain control of the situation, nipping at her lower lip. She moans softly, making all the blood in my brain rush instantly to my dick, and as she goes up on her toes to get a better angle on my mouth, I know I’m getting in far too deep. Her hands grab my hips, pulling me against the swell of her belly, making it impossible for me not to touch her. My hands slide over the curve of her stomach, down her back, and I can feel hers on my bare chest, sliding over the ridges of muscle as she travels upwards. When her hand curls around the back of my head, tugging it forward so that she can latch onto my earlobe with her teeth, I’m instantly so hard that it’s painful.
“Alana,”I groan, needing her to slow down just a bit.
“Hmmm,” she hums right next to my ear, and it’s like music in my brain.
“Slow down… We can’t.”
“You started it,” she drawls.
I almost lose it when her tongue slides up my neck.
But it also snaps me back to where I am.
I catch her by her shoulders and hold her at arm's length, taking deep breaths as my gaze falls on my tented swim trunks. Then I focus my gaze on Alana, whose calculating eyes are already pointed towards it.
I have to get away from her now.
I tighten my grip on her upper arm and begin pulling her back toward the room.
“No! Stop, Kam! I don’t want to go back in there!” She yells, trying as hard as she can to get away.
She tries to escape my grasp, but I’m walking too fast, and my grip is too tight for her to free herself. It might end up bruising, but I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I need to stop what's about to happen.
She yells and tries to loosen my grip on her, but it’s no use. I get her into her room, and after a ton of maneuvering, I swiftly get out the door and lock it.
But she gets up much quicker this time because just as I lock the door, the knob violently jiggles, and two hard bangs come from the other side.
I turn around and go back to the kitchen. I glance at the puddle of water in front of the refrigerator, then I look at the bowl of strawberries on the counter, and lastly, my attention finds the wall my back was against. Alana’s first day out went in a completely different direction than I thought it would, but it falls in line with everything about her.
I have to get my head back in this, and right now, I’m not thinking straight at all.