Dillon turns to face me, singing along to the song, some chick crooning about being “Drunk in Love.” She starts swaying her hips in time to the music, and I watch her for a while, but it gets to the point where I can’t not go over to her.
I walk into the water and stop a few feet away. Something raw and animalistic crawls inside me.
“Take your bikini off.”
She stops dancing. “What?”
“I said, take your bikini off.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
She glances around, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I want that lip in my mouth. Then around my cock.
“What if someone sees?”
I chuckle darkly. “There is literally only you and me here. The only things that are gonna see you naked are the fish. Maybe the occasional bird.”
I wait a beat, watching her. I can see her chest starting to rise and fall with excitement. That telltale flush climbs up her chest. And I know she’s into this. I wouldn’t push it if she wasn’t.
She reaches back and unclasps the bikini top, freeing my favorite tits from their confines. Then, she hooks her fingers into her bikini bottoms and pushes them down her legs, stepping out of them.
I hold my hand out for her bikini. She tosses it over to me. I catch it and then throw it onto the beach.
I hook my fingers into my swim shorts and shove them down. Those get thrown to the beach too.
Her eyes go to my hard dick. I was hard the moment she started dancing in the water.
I’m always fucking hard around her. I feel like a teenager again, walking around with a permanent boner.
Her gaze comes back to me, and she arches her brow, as if to say, Now what?
“Touch your tits.”
There’s no question from her, and I fucking love that. She trusts herself with me, and that turns me on something fierce.
She cups her tits with those dainty hands and starts to play with her nipples. My dick starts to throb, so I wrap my hand around it and give it a firm squeeze.
I see Dillon’s eyes go straight to my hand, and then they lift to mine. Desire pools in her eyes.
“Touch your pussy,” I say to her. My voice sounds raw. “I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
There’s a little hesitation in her movement this time, and I wonder if this is the first time she’s done this in front of someone before.
I really fucking hope it is.
With her teeth digging into her bottom lip, she slides a hand down over her flat stomach and between her legs. She parts her legs a little and pushes a finger inside herself.
The throb in my dick is getting insistent. I slowly start to jack myself off, watching her finger herself.
“Fuck, that’s hot, Dillon. You’re fucking hot.”
Hazy eyes meet mine. Little hot gasps are coming from her mouth as she works herself up. “I need you, West. I need you to fuck me.”
Who am I to deny her?
Still working my dick with my hand, I walk across the space between us, stopping right in front of her.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and lift her hand from her pussy to my mouth. Curling my hand around hers, I part my lips and wrap them around her fingers, sucking her juices off them.
Fuck, she tastes good.
Her eyes are wide and needy.
She needs my cock inside her now.
First things first though. Letting her hand fall from my mouth, I slide my hands around her hips and kiss her. Just because I fucking can.
You won’t be able to in three days. She’ll be back in England, and you’ll be home.
She loops her arms around my neck, pushing up onto her tiptoes, getting closer to me, and my mouth slants over hers. She tastes of the strawberries and syrup she had on her waffles at breakfast.
She sucks on my tongue, and I know it’s because she can taste herself on me.
Fuck, I’m so hot for her.
“I want you,” she whispers into my mouth.
“You have me.” And in this moment, she does.
Grabbing her ass, I haul her up, and she wraps her legs around me.
My dick is trapped between our bodies, leaking pre-cum against her. I need inside her now.
“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.
“What?” she gasps.
“I left the condoms in my shorts.” Which are on the fucking beach. I’m gonna have to go get them. “Wait a sec. I’ll grab one.”
“Unless …”
I tilt my head back, staring at her. “Unless what?”
Her cheeks start to redden under her tanned skin. “I mean, we don’t have to. Actually, forget it. Go get the condoms. I’ll wait here.”
“Are you suggesting we fuck without a condom?”
She glances away from me, so I grab her chin and force her eyes back to mine.
“Is that what you want?”
“I’m clean,” she whispers. “I had a test done before I came here. With the … cheating and … you know, I figured I should get checked. And I’m on the pill.”
“I’m always clean.” I never fuck without a condom. Ever. “I have regular tests. Last was a week before I came here, and you’re the only person I’ve had sex with since.” Like I need to clarify this.
Am I actually considering this?
Yeah, I guess I am.
I want to know what she feels like. Maybe I’m losing my fucking mind.
“So …” She chews on her lip.
“So … we’re doing this?”
Her eyes lift to mine. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Are you sure?”
She smiles. “I’m sure.”
Fuck. I’m about to go bareback for the first time in my life. It’s like losing my virginity all over again. Actually, I sound like I’m losing my virginity all over again.
Well, fuck.
“Have you ever … before?” she asks me in a whispered voice.
I shake my head.
“Me neither. Why does it feel like a big deal?”
I look at her. “Because it is.” It’s a huge fucking deal. I’m about to stick my dick inside her without a safety net.
“We don’t have to,” she says quickly, and when she says that, that’s when I know I definitely want to.
“I know we don’t. But I want to. With you.” Then, I kiss her. And I don’t stop kissing her, even when I lift her body up and slowly lower her onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss against her mouth as her tight heat covers my bare dick, taking me deep inside her body.
Hands on her ass, I lift her up and then back down, fucking her tight little body with my cock.
And it feels amazing.
One of her hands is on my shoulder, nails biting into my skin. The other is tangled up in my hair.
I swallow all of her breathy moans, feeling like I’m going to lose my mind any fucking second now because nothing has ever felt this good.
I feel the tightening in my balls and that telltale tingle at the base of my spine, and now, I’m gonna come. Honestly, it’s a fucking miracle that I’ve lasted this long. But I won’t come without her.
“I’m not gonna last. You feel too good,” I pant.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It will be if you don’t come in the next few seconds. Are you close, or do you need me to get you there?”