Sex and Sorrow

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Heath sat with his back against the railing of the balcony, his legs spread in a v, and his face raised to the sun. Like the rest of them, he didn’t wear a stitch of clothing.

“This is the life,” Cameron grinned laying spreadeagled on the rugs that covered the floorboards whilst Rhett sucked him off. “Drunk on wine, sunshine, and sexed up.”

Aislen rolled to her knees and crawled between Heath’s legs, turning and wriggling until her back was against his chest. She reached for the bottle that he was holding and took a mouthful of the sun-warm wine before resting her head back against his shoulder as she swallowed.

He took back the wine and took a mouthful as he lifted her leg to hook over his knee. She moved the other to mimic the position as his free hand found her clit, and moaned as he began to toy with it, turning her head so that her lips grazed his cheek, breathing in the scent of the river water that lingered on his skin along with the scent that was