A Wave Of Desire

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Ocean

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The taste of his literally exploded across my tongue. The moment that I started to explore the depths that his mouth had to offer I could sense the flavor of him spreading throughout my entire head. The flavors of his mouth perfectly matched what I had smelled coming off of him the other night.

As my tongue tangled with his I tasted oranges that had been coated with a thick, creamy layer of vanilla. It was almost like an orange creamsicle only instead of being cold like the frozen confection, it was hot and nearly burning me with the passion that I felt pouring off of him.

Without even thinking about it I snaked my arms around Makai's back and pulled him closer to me. The kiss hadn't broken yet at all, and I wasn't ready to let the feel of this go yet either.

My right hand going up to cup the back of Makai's head I held him in place for the kiss just a little while longer. My left hand, completely with a mind of its own, snuck its way down and around Makai's waist, past his hip, and cupped his ass cheek. Before I knew it, I was kneading the tender, yet muscled flesh in the palm of my hand.

I would have liked to say that I was the one who had broken the kiss. I would have liked to say that I was the one with the self control to stop what we were doing. But that was something I just couldn't say at all. Makai, with his infuriating calmness, was the one to pull away from me first, and he elicited a groan from me when he did so.

"Ngh!" I protested at the loss of his lips, and the heat that his mouth had provided me.

"Shh." He tried to silence me as he chuckled next to my ear. "We need to hurry or someone might come looking for us. We don't want them to find us in a compromising situation now, do we?"

I understood what it was he was saying. I agreed with what he was saying. But my stupid fucking body didn't want to listen. All my body knew was that I wanted to feel him pressed against me more. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to taste him some more.

"Shh. It's alright. We can do this again another time. Get dressed and let's go. We will talk about this another time."

I watched on in a daze as he turned around and grabbed his clothes. He didn't look back at me at all as he dressed, but he did before he left the locker room.

"I will tell the coach that you just needed a few minutes to cool your head. I will see you outside." He winked at me with a grin then left the room.

I felt like I was hyperventilating for a moment. What the hell had just happened? What had I just done? I hadn't just let him kiss me, which was the second time since last night, and the third time I had kissed him in just a little over a week. And the thing is, I had liked every single one of those kisses.

I had liked them a lot more than I had ever liked kissing Brittney. Kissing her had felt like a chore, something that was more like a means to an end. An end that never came. She was something that was there, and the kissing wasn't the worst, but it definitely wasn't the best either.

But why though, was kissing Makai so great? Why was it that having him, a guy, pressed against me was better than having a beautiful girl pressed against me? Did it matter who the person was or what that person was? Was it that he was a guy or did it matter that he just wasn't Brittney?

I mean, I could never imagine kissing Ryan, or Ben, or anyone else on the team. I had never fantasized about anyone else on the team slowly exiting the pool. And I definitely had never watched any of them from afar as they went about their daily life.

Makai though, I could barely take my eyes off of him. I felt drawn to him in ways that made my heart thunder inside of my chest. And after moments like that, he also made my dick so hard that I couldn't walk straight. God dammit, what the hell was I going to do?

It took a lot of time to concentrate and make myself calm down long enough to get the excitement to pass. I managed and eventually I was able to get dressed. When I made it to the bus the coach was a little peeved, but he just grinned at me.

"Come on, Ocean, we've got to get back. Let's celebrate once we're at home, alright."

"Y..yeah, Sure thing Coach." I tried to play it off as I went in search of my seat. Of course, the only open seat was next to Makai, this time he was sitting in the back with his head resting against the window.

When I sat down next to the guy that wound me up like a jack-in-the-box, I heard him chuckle softly.

"Did you take care of your little issue?"

"Yeah, no thanks to you." I growled at him softly.

"Well, I could have stayed to help, but I didn't think you would have appreciated that very much." I heard the answering murmur that was filled with a suggestive heat. "I will next time, if you want me to."

"No!" I almost said it too loudly but caught myself at the last minute. "No, that's fine. I'll handle it from here on out."

He was beginning to infuriate me. I don't know why, but he was starting to act like everything that he did was just so amazing and perfect, and I should be lucky that he was there for me. Dammit, why the hell did he have to be so good at everything?

It was already starting to get late by the time that the bus left the sports complex. Or, at least it felt late. It was still daylight at the time, but it was quickly fading. As the sun was going down, I noticed that Makai was starting to fall asleep against the window of the bus. I was growing sleepy as well, but I was trying my best not to nod off. I needed to stay alert. I needed to stay vigilant. I needed to stay on guard. I needed to wrap my little finger around his because it looked so soft and cute.

DAMMIT! Why the hell did that thought pass through my head? And, to make matters worse, why the hell was I doing it? Why was I actually moving my left hand closer to him and stealthily wrapping my pinky finger around his so that no one else on the bus could see what it was that I was doing? It made me feel so much closer to him, it made me feel so connected to him. It made me want to lean my head against his shoulder and go to sleep against him.

Just as my head was starting to inch closer to him, just as I could feel myself starting to prepare to use him as the perfect pillow, I saw him shift. He was still awake, and he knew what it was that I wanted. Should I stop now? Should I change my course of action so he would know that I knew he was awake? Or should I pretend I thought he was asleep the whole time, feign having been asleep the whole time myself, and pass the whole thing off as a dream gone bad?

Yeah, like hell he would buy that at all. I just knew that this was going to be one hell of a disaster when we got off of the bus. And I was fucking tired as hell. I might as well get some rest while I still could. It's not like I hadn't slept with my head resting against him before. Apparently I had done it the other day, and he had quite enjoyed it. I wish I knew if I had.

Stupid! That's not what I need to be thinking about. I was scolding myself even as I rested my head against his shoulder, rejoicing in the warm, soft feeling of his strong arm. He made for a firm pillow but still one that I would use again, if I was given the chance. Before I even had the chance to think anymore, I was out like a light. It had been quite the tough competition today, and I knew that the two of us had been completely worn out.

That's all any of this was. That's all any of this had been last night or today. None of it really meant anything. We were both just tired, sore, and worn out after having been traveling for so long.

That thought saddened me but I knew it had to be the truth. What else could it possibly be? He couldn't really like me like that, could he?