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hard. Fucking torture. What the fuck am I gonna do when she’s done? Be in pain and fucking miserable for hours, I suppose .
    Better than catching something. I keep reminding myself of that as I get more turned on, watching her.
    “I want you, Will,” she begs.
    “Can’t do that tonight, Julia,” I tell her quickly, and I’m sure she can hear the conflict in my voice. My words say one thing, but my tone says something completely different. “This is as much as I can give you.” I shake my head, looking remorseful before I dip my head into the crook of her neck and kiss her some more. She wrestles her hands free from mine and scrapes her nails down my back. “Ahhh, fuck.” Our bodies move together in sync with one another. She tucks her hands beneath my boxers and grips my ass tightly, pulling me into her harder with each thrust. It’s apparently what she needs to get off, because tiny squeaks start to escape her lips before she tells me to go faster.
    God, I may come just like this, and I haven’t come dry humping someone in years. I imagine myself buried deep insider her and groan, increasing my speed as she grinds against me.
    “Oh, Will,” she says softly first. “Will,” she says again.
    “Julia,” I say back go her, propping myself up on my hands to get better leverage. I’m not going to last much longer at all. I feel the constriction and warmth and know the release is coming soon.
    “Will!” she shouts. “Will! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Will! God! Oh, my God! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, just stay right there… stop.” When I hear the word, I’m trained to do just that.
    I open my eyes and look down at her, my movements ceased. Her hands haven’t moved; they’re still gripping my firm cheeks and holding me tightly to her. She continues to rock against me a little, but she’s completely in control… and she’s not moving enough to let me finish.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
    “Just sensitive… that’s all,” she says, “but that was amazing.”
    I lick the sweat from my top lip, then bite down on the bottom one. “Can I move now?” I ask, short of breath.
    “Depends on where…”
    “Just need to rest my arms,” I tell her. “I’ll move to the side, if you want…”
    “That’d be good.” Fuck . And why was this a good idea? Gingerly, I climb over her and lie on my side, adjusting myself and trying to ignore the throbbing ache as I focus on my breathing. If she offers me some facetime, I’m not turning her down. No fucking way.
    I squeeze my eyes shut, making sure to make my discomfort visible to Julia. She pushes her skirt and shirt back down and smacks my sunburned forearm with the flick of her hand, making me wince in more pain. “Too bad that’s all you could give me,” she says, swinging her legs out of the bunk and ducking beneath the curtains.
    I stare at the space she vacated next to me, feeling a bit like she cut me off on purpose. Rolling on my back, I kick the bottom of Damon’s bed, needing to get my aggression out on something. He’s just a few feet away with Tavo, Ben and all the women now. There’s no way in hell I’m taking care of this problem on my own with ten people right outside my sleeping quarters. Eleven, if Peron’s still around. I’m assuming he’s hiding out across from me in his own bunk.
    Suck it up, Will .
    I pull my shorts back on, and when I get out of my bunk, I’m met with a round of applause. Without looking at anyone, I wave one hand toward them and smile as I dig through the drawer under my bed for another t-shirt. My Radiohead one hits me in the head. I check it out to make sure Ben hasn’t taken out his anger on it, but it’s fine. After slipping it on, I turn around.
    “Peron.” He doesn’t answer me. “Peron!” I say louder. He still doesn’t respond, and I’m sure he’s got his headphones in at this point, needing to block out all the noise around him. Not wanting to reach into his bunk, I find my phone and text him. His skinny