48

SOLEIL

So much for our 2-point lead.

Brice is being a nuisance. He's ruining the game - for me that is. He won't let me get a hold of the ball and when I do he's all over me. The game is touch-rugby, kind of like tag, not fondle-me rugby. My teammates have even stopped passing me the ball. Despite their best efforts, even with Brice trailing me, he's quick to get at the opposition and it's near impossible to get over their try line.

Hidde calls our team in this time and we gather in a huddle.

"Okay, new plan: Soleil, I need you to run to the try line as a right-wing. Keep your focus on the ball as if you're anticipating a pass all the way to the line. Olivier, you trail behind me. We'll alternate passes and when you see Brice coming, look like you're about to toss it to Soleil but give it to Analise instead who'll be running left-wing waiting to catch and score."

"So, I'm just a decoy?" I ask Hidde.

"Pretty much. Analise, can you bring it home for us?"

"Yeah, but I'm getting tired."

"Same here," I add.

Hidde looks at us in annoyance. We suck it up and get into position. I miss Olivier as captain.

I run as instructed making a big show of heading for the try line. Brice's gaze volleys between me and whoever has possession of the ball. This might work considering the proximity between us. Baptiste and Brice focus on the guys in the center while Antonella and Remy focus on defending my and Analise's efforts on the wings.

The plan seems to be working when Hidde throws the ball down the line to Analise and for whatever reason she tosses it back and it makes its way over to me. I fumble the catch and nearly drop the ball but somehow manage to grab onto it and make it to the try line.

"Score!" I shout after feeling a hand on my waist.

I expect to see Brice, but it's Remy instead.

"Doesn't count. I touched you before your touchdown."

"No way! I was over the line even before the touchdown."

"Great job!" Olivier gives me a high five.

"Doesn't count. I touched her first," Remy argues.

"You touched my girl?" asks Brice.

"Yeah!"

"No, I think he's high," I counter.

"No, I'm pretty sure I touched you," says Remy refusing to concede the point.

"You're sure you touched my girl?" asks Brice.

"Yes!"

"Soleil, you're off the team," interjects Hidde.

"What? Why?"

He looks at me and then at Brice, silently communicating his reasoning with an unimpressed expression.

I roll my eyes. "Fine. I'm tired of playing anyway."

I head over to the table and grab a bottle of water which I chug down as I make my way over to the braai stand where the meat is beginning to pile up. I pick up my favourite piece – a boerewors. It's still hot so eating it is a bit of an extreme sport in itself. Brice joins us and selects a pork chop.

"Guys, come now! We'll bring the platter over to the table once we're done," complains Louis.

"You've been eating this whole time which explains why they aren't done," argues Brice around a mouthful.

I don't say anything because my mouth is full, but I pick up a couple more boeries – one in each hand.

"That's it. Both of you, go find something else to pick at from the table," chides Louis, moving the plate out of our reach.

I do as I'm told with my hands full, meat burning my fingers, and skedaddle to find a plate. I'm dishing up a few sides when I feel Brice press himself against my back. I'm used to him hovering so I ignore him and focus on the food. That is until his hand reaches for my boerewors.

"Hey, get your own!" I turn around to complain but he's already shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

"You're always eating my food. How does it feel?" he says around a mouthful.

"You're so nasty. I never pegged you for a savage."

I wolf down the remaining piece just in case he decides to go for it too. He swallows and moves closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"What are you doing Brice? Can't you see I'm trying to eat?"

"I'm defending my territory, sunshine."

"Can you not?"

I can't fight the smile that tugs at my cheeks despite my weak protest. Does he consider me his territory?!

"Can you blame me? I mean..."

He steps back and when I look over my shoulder, I see him ogling my ass.

Our flirting comes to a stop when Hailey and Jessica join us at the table and start serving.

"That was an interesting game," comments Jessica with a lopsided smile directed at me.

"Sure. I haven't seen you all day – actually, since the party last night. Where'd you disappear to Brice?" asks Hailey.

"Had to tie up some loose ends at grand-père's office," he replies.

"Anything to do with the fight you were in last night?" asks Jessica as she nibbles on a piece of lettuce.

"Yeah, what was that about? I meant to ask you last night when we got back but the lights were out when I came by the pool house," adds Hailey.

Damn. I'd forgotten about the fight. The thought of what went down before and after has me choking on my food. The smug smile on Brice's face indicates he knows where my mind is at – in the gutter as has been the case of late.

He takes the plate out of my hand and sits it on the table, tapping my back gently until I calm down.

"Are you okay?" he asks, ignoring the previous questions levied at him.

I nod my head. My eyes are watering and I reach for my bottle of water.

If looks could kill I'd be buried 6 feet deep in beach sand according to Hailey. Jessica seems to be having a laugh though she keeps it in and walks away.

"We'll catch up later, Hailey," says Brice.

Just as I regain control over my bodily functions, I'm picked up and tossed over his shoulder.

"Brice, you're ruining my day!" I protest.

"I'm about to ruin you."

What the – I hang limp like a rag doll, my imagination running wild.

He carries me away from the beach and back to the house. The entire time I wonder what he has in store for me as thoughts of everything he's ever done to my body heighten my senses. He walks around the side of the cottage and finally puts me down.

There's an outdoor shower here that I'd never noticed. Then again, I hadn't bothered to explore the place after my initial tour. There are no walls, let alone glass panes. Just a shower head and inconspicuously designed trim which is why I squeal when I feel the water pouring over my hair. Before I can protest, Brice tugs on my tresses and tilts my head back to kiss me.

I'm groaning for a couple of reasons. One of which is my hair. I don't know why I even bother doing it anymore. I might as well rock wash-and-go's for the rest of this holiday. I melt into his touch when I feel his hands caress my backside and run up my back. The string of my bikini top loosens and the material slips down my chest.

"Brice! Someone will see us!"

I'm trying to hold on to the top and my dignity as his lips make their way down my neck. So much for that, when he yanks the item out of my hand and tosses it to the side. He hoists me onto his waist and his mouth latches onto my nipple.

I wrap my legs around him for balance. Big. Mistake.

His fingers go to work undoing the string of my bikini bottoms. He's an amazing multi-tasker while I, on the other hand, can't think straight. I attempt to still his fingers but he's too quick, too strong. He pins me against the wall and gathers my arms above my head.

I feel my bottom slowly slipping away from my modesty.

"Do you want to give your boys a show?" He stops sucking on my breast and looks at me; his grey eyes darkening. "I'm sure they pictured it on the beach, but now there'll be nothing left to the imagination," I continue to goad him.

He growls like a wild animal and presses me into the wall even more.

"You didn't seem to mind giving them a show," he fires back.

"It wasn't a peep show, but if that's how you want to play it..." I shrug my shoulders feigning indifference.

His lips are back on mine in an instant, prying my mouth open as he rips my bottoms off my body. I feel the breeze everywhere and shiver in delight. His hard length rocks against my center under the water-resistant material of his shorts. His fingers push into my core.

I hiss and shut my eyes feeling a slight sting. I lift my hips trying to squirm away from his curious digits.

"Brice, I'm still sensitive from last night. I don't think I'm ready for that."

He relents; pulls his fingers back and carries me into the pool house. Instead of the bedroom, we make our way into the kitchen where he settles me onto the island.

"This is not hygienic."

"We don't even cook here."

I don't know what he has planned but I'm about to jump off when his words stop me.

"Don't move."

He opens the freezer and retrieves a tray of ice.

"Brice..."

I remember the spanking I got after saying I would suck on Mark's dick after watching Brice tongue down another girl. I'm not ready for a repeat performance of "punishment" for wearing a bikini and playing touch-rugby of all things.

"It will help. I promise."

My eyes widen. What the hell is he up to?

I must be in a trance because despite my apprehension I do what he says and remain still.

"Remember last time?" he asks, spreading my legs and setting my feet on the counter.

I think back to him massaging my ass and my face heats up.

I inhale sharply at the sudden and cool sensation. I wasn't ready for him to run the ice cube along my slit.

It feels.... good. Cold, but good. After a few strokes, he pops it into his mouth and then goes down on me.

It feels great - amazing. My eyes roll to the back having a mini seizure over the hot and cold sensation. Even my nerves are fucked up not sure what to make of this. My brain logs off when he pushes the cube inside me. I shiver and it's not just from the cold.

His mouth goes back to work, flicking my clit and slurping up the melting cube. It could also be my juices. At this point, I'm not sure which is which. My body is running into overdrive and thighs instinctively close around his head. He finally relents and pulls back.

I breathe a sigh of relief, that is until he drags my ass off the counter and I'm left hanging midair. I hear the material of his boardshorts drop and look up at him to see that glorious length of his pointed at the ceiling. The ice-cube is still inside me. He can't possibly...

The sinister smile plastered on his face says yes.

He slams his fat cock into me.

The cube moves further in and touches my cervix.

I shiver at the sensation.

He pulls out and slams into me again and again and again.

"Did he touch you?"

"Brice..." I can't think past what he's doing to me.

"Answer me!" he shouts.

"I don't know."

I truly don't know what he's asking me let alone what is happening to my body, but it feels good. Oh. So. Good.

He pulls out and drags me off the counter, positioning my feet on the ground. He turns me around and slams into me again from behind. I scream at the pain. He begins pounding into me and grabs a hold of my neck tilting my body back flush with his chest. I scream again this time in pleasure.

"Who do you belong to, Soleil?" he asks, his heated breath brushing against my ear.

"You. Only you."

He grunts in approval, slows his thrusts, and swivels his hips. I feel another ice cube, this one is placed at my clit. He continues to rock into me at a slower pace.

My nipples are incredibly tight and my skin is covered in goosebumps. I shiver coming around his cock. He doesn't stop. He tilts my head further back and kisses me. He fucks me through one orgasm and into another. I feel myself falling off one edge only to begin climbing another.

The ice cube at my clit runs up my stomach, sternum, and neck. He licks off the droplets of water he can reach. He moves the cube to trace around my nipples, bringing on another orgasm. My mouth is open, panting to catch my breathe and he takes that opportunity to pop it into the open orifice.

I shiver again when he kisses me quickly after. We play tongue hockey moving the cube between his mouth and mine until it melts into nothing between us. Brice speeds up his thrusts. He must be close. In an instant, his warm release flood my body. I close my eyes reveling in the sensation.

"Look at me," he demands.

My eyes fly open at his command. His warmth continues to pour into me as he looks down into my eyes. The change from hot to cold in my core brings on another orgasm but I dare not close my eyes.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

I'm his – forever. There will never be another like him. He's it for me. I love him.

2024 / 06 / 01

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