It started with a look.
Not the kind of look shared across a crowded room, but a slower one. The kind passed in silence over the breakfast table while the kids argued over who got the blue bowl and my coffee was still too hot to drink. Nicholas had leaned back in his chair, watching me, a look that said we needed some alone time.
We hadn't had a day to ourselves in weeks. Life had been a blur of morning routines, work deadlines, sticky hands, bedtime stories, and half-finished conversations. We were overdue. So when his mother offered to take the kids for the day, we practically threw the car seats at her.
The beach was his idea. "Let's not do anything," he said.
By late morning, we had staked out a quiet patch of sand tucked behind a dune. The tide was low, the breeze warm, and I had finally stopped checking my phone every five minutes. Nicholas kept glancing at me from beneath his sunglasses, letting his fingers drift just a little too long over my curves when reapplying sunscreen. Did my ass really need that much? Probably not, but I didn't stop him. I loved the way he touched me when we were alone. Like he remembered every part of me.
We swam and he chased me into the waves. When he finally caught me, arms around my waist, I could feel the heat from his chest pressing into my back, even in the cool water. He kissed the spot beneath my ear and I tried not to shiver.
By the time we made it back to the car, the sun had dried most of the saltwater from our skin. My black suit was clinging to every curve and I pretended to not notice Nicholas hungrily staring. He popped the trunk to toss our towels inside and looked me up and down like I was the only thing he wanted to unpack.
The AC had barely started blowing when I slid into the passenger seat and leaned my head back against the rest. My skin was warm, slightly sticky with sweat and ocean. I closed my eyes for just a moment, letting the quiet settle around us.
That's when he leaned in, no words, no hesitation. Nicholas came across the center console, softly brushing his lips against mine until we fully collided. Small moans were pulled from my chest as he lightly bit my bottom lip before coming back for more, the sound of deep kisses filling the car. Salt from the ocean still lingered on our tongues as they danced together before pulling apart. A string of saliva connected us - our hot, gasping breath crossed the threshold - before it broke and we entwined against each other once more.
Our touch became more frenzied. I felt teeth nibble on my earlobe before traveling down to my neck. Nicholas' heavy tongue and soft lips expertly alternated, sending shivers down my body that transformed into goosebumps. His hand grasped my breast, firmly pulling and lightly twisting my pierced nipple, the movement of the metal only increasing my sensitivity.
"Ah!" I whimpered, biting my fist to muffle the voice of my growing desire. A slight breeze blew in from the partially opened windows. Across the parking lot, families and couples were coming and going from the boardwalk that led down to the beach. Only a few vehicles away, two women were trying to fit a couple beach chairs into the back of their car.
The chances of being caught were low, but not zero. I had to stay quiet. Yet I didn't realize how impossible of a task that might be until Nicholas' teeth were gently brushing against my nipples.
His hand pulled and twisted one while his lips and tongue flicked over the over. Despite my previous protestations about needing to stay quiet, a loud moan involuntarily escaped. The sensation was both tender and electric, a shiver of heat blooming beneath my skin and radiating outward, slowly traveling down in between my legs. Each flick and tease sent tiny sparks through my chest, tightening something deep in my core. My breath hitched and my chest pushed upwards instinctively craving more. The world around me blurred, narrowing to the exquisite pulse of pleasure that built with every touch. Yet it wasn't enough. My bathing suit was a frustrating barrier between his tongue and my sensitive nipples that were now excruciatingly hard.
Despite my black one-piece still being slightly damp from swimming, I felt like a furnace. Like a summer haze where you lounge around naked at home because it's just too damn hot, never finding an escape, a deep yearning was rapidly building from my center and spreading to the tips of limbs.
The windows had already started to fog, blurring the golden line of the beach beyond. The salty breeze crept in through the cracked window, only slightly cooling my overheated skin. But inside the car, everything felt thick. I hooked my finger underneath the bottom of the bathing suit and pulled the fabric aside, just enough for a cool breeze to hit the slick warmth beneath. I slowly slid my hand down and touched myself.
My hips moved instinctively. Every time his tongue swept over my nipple, the sensation changed; deeper, sharper now, need building in tight, delicious waves. I was dripping wet and two of my fingers slid inside easily before I pushed against my clit, slowly at first, before increasing my pace in time with his tongue.
"You're such a tease, wearing this tight little thing," Nicholas whispered, pulling back. He grabbed my face, locking his eyes with mine. "If you're not careful, I'm going to tear it off you next time and fuck you in front of everyone."
My breath stopped.
Holy fuck
, I thought.
The idea only made me increase my pace. "You promise?" I said defiantly.
My fingers slid through the slick heat between my thighs, and I had to swallow a gasp as Nicholas lunged back to my nipples, sucking and twisting even more fiercely. I was so wet, the kind of arousal that didn't just hum under the skin, it throbbed. Deep and aching. Thankfully, Nicholas satisfied my yearning, sliding two fingers inside.
I had to cover my mouth to muffle the scream of satisfaction that was wretched from my throat. He finger fucked me in perfect rhythm, as I circled my clit fast and hard with small, tight strokes, enough pressure to make my hips buck and my chest heave. Even as his fingers made me melt, Nicholas kept playing with my nipples, gently rolling them against his tongue and lightly biting just enough to make electricity shoot straight to my core. The two touches, his and mine, fed off each other, building something intensely erotic beneath my skin.
I let my head fall back against the seat, eyes fluttering closed as I slide my hand down, feeling his fingers part and stretch me, only to realize how truly soaked I was. The evidence of my desire made me moan, low and hungry, barely muffled by the thick air of the car.