Rising from bed at five, Cat knew this was one of her and Nicholas’s final days together. He’d asked her to walk the beach and watch the sunrise. He had a flight that morning and would be back later that night. She brushed her teeth, slipped on her bikini, and wrapped the sarong around her waist.
A gentle knock sounded—it could only be him.
With her keycard in hand, she greeted Nicholas at the door.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He leaned down, cupping her neck, and kissed her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“Good morning. What a wonderful greeting.” Joy blossomed from inside. She wanted to savor every second they had left together.
He laced his fingers between hers and led her through the quiet hotel out the back, into the darkness. They had the beach to themselves. A gentle breeze blew, and the waves washed and retreated ashore, creating a lulling melody of relaxation.
“How about we head up that way?” Nicholas pointed to the east.
They walked hand in hand, passing other resorts, without a soul in sight.
“You know, I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone.” He broke the silence, voicing her exact thoughts.
“Me too.” She glanced up at him. “I’ve learned so much from you. I’ll never forget this time.”
A light breeze ruffled his hair, and the corners of his lips curled. “Me either.”
She couldn’t dwell on not seeing Nicholas again. She’d grown accustomed to having him around during her beach vacation. These last two weeks had been spectacular and Nicholas had played a large role. When she thought about leaving, she ached inside. Instead of being thankful for not mourning the loss and ruminating over Jack, she worried what life would be like in Austin without Nicholas.
They walked several more minutes, getting glimpses of deep pink in the horizon.
They came to the last resort in the row. She could barely make out the small residential houses lining a less-manicured beachfront.
He stopped them at the last wooden cabana structure set for hotel guests to take a break from the sun. “I don’t think we should go any farther.”
“I agree.” She pivoted to return the other way, when he held her wrist. She looked up at him in question.
“Cat, my Careful Cat, I want to try one thing, out here with you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t make love to her out here, when in about fifteen minutes the sun would be on full blaze in the sky.
“Don’t worry.” He slipped off his T-shirt, leaving only his swim trunks. “I’ll be the naked one.” His erection tented his shorts.
She looked left and right. “Um, what did you have in mind?”
“Last night, you were giving me the most wonderful blow job… that we didn’t get to finish.” He reached for the string at his waistband. “Do you think we could finish that now?”
She swallowed hard. Somehow, doing this last night felt different, safer, hidden in the lush greenery of the gardens.
Nicholas slowly pulled against the string of the shorts, loosening them, and pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the sand. He stepped out of the fabric. Taking her hand, he moved to lean against the cabana post, his back to the direction they’d just come from.
He stood completely naked, tanned skin and ridged muscles on display for her.
Moisture began to dampen her bikini bottoms.
His deep dark blue eyes met hers. “Would you put your mouth on me, baby?”
She looked over his shoulder—the coast was still clear. Cat lowered herself, her knees sinking into the sand, skimming her fingertips along his stomach and wrapping around his hard length. Without another care about privacy, she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
He groaned as he fingered her hair, gently gripping her head. “Perfect. Oh God, so fucking good. I dreamt of this last night.”
She worked his length up and down, licking and sucking on the way up.
“God, Cat. I can’t get enough of you. It won’t be long, baby.”
She tasted his pre-cum, the sweet-salty flavor making her mouth water more and her pussy ache.
He panted and pulled out. “Cat.”
She raised her head to meet his eyes. Why had he stopped her? Not another skunk!
“Let me come on your breasts.”
Oh, geez. That sounded hot. And scary as hell.
His hand reached to the back of her neck at the bow of her bikini top.
Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes darted around him.
“It’s okay. No one’s around. Please let me come on your breasts. You can keep it on you all day, and smell me while I’m gone. Feel me with you all day.”
A gush of liquid oozed onto her nether lips. This might be the hottest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. She was proving to herself she could be more adventurous…
He pulled loose the tie at her neck, and the bathing suit top flopped down, exposing her breasts.
“Gorgeous.” He held his cock for her.
She looked one last time at him, then down at his raging erection. She opened her mouth and swallowed him, going back as far as she could handle.
“Yesss, baby,” he hissed. His hips flexed, and true to his word, it didn’t take long. He pulled out, and with his cock in hand, aimed for her chest.
She watched as the ejaculate squirted, shooting directly on her chest and the top of each breast.
“Take your hands, baby. Rub it in,” he said between gasps.
She held his gaze as her hands spread the warm liquid over her breasts, making circles, caressing them as he would.
“Fuck, baby.” He grabbed her upper arms, hauling her to standing, and crashed his lips to hers. He kissed her with a commanding finesse, and she met him with equal vigor.
She wanted anything Nicholas would give her. She wanted all of it. Including rubbing his come over her breasts. The rush of passion rolling off when she did that was empowering.
How had she gotten here?
He scattered hot, moist, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and along her collarbone, then latched on to each pointed nipple, sucking hard.
She whimpered.
He broke the kiss and spun her body against the post he’d been leaning on.
She could start to make out the houses in the distance as the sun rose—the third even had a light on.
Nicholas’s hand skimmed down her belly and over her bathing suit bottom. “Baby, I know you want to come, don’t you?”
Oh God, he would do this here?
Nicholas didn’t wait for her reply. “How about you reach your hands up and grip the post?” He took one wrist and induced her to lift her arms.
In this position, she looked like a seductive mermaid—bare on top, covered on bottom. And he wanted more.
He hadn’t planned to do anything illicit—he’d merely wanted to spend time with her on their second-to-last morning together. When the idea came to him of getting her naked in the dark, he couldn’t tamp it down. This might be one of his last opportunities to bring her out of her shell.
He slipped a hand under the scarf wrapped around her waist to her pussy. Tunneling under her bikini bottoms, she was soaking. He pushed through her slick channel, loving the mewls spilling from her mouth.
He retrieved his finger. She watched him intently as he stuck that finger into his mouth, sucking her essence clean off.