Danis Beachside Breeding Ch 01

Author's Note:

This is the first chapter of a four chapter episode in my 'Pandora's Box' series. The main sexual themes of the series are breeding, impregnation, and pregnancy risk, which feature heavily as a core part of the narrative. A simplified summary of the series, along with a full list of chapters and the chronological order to read them in, can be found in my bio for those interested.

Comments and constructive feedback are welcomed and encouraged, and I hope you all enjoy!

Underneath the Palm Trees

Daniella

The sun blazed overhead, soaring off its midday crest. Its warmth sank deep into Daniella Cruz's skin, diffusing a languid sense of ease to every inch of her body. A light sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, whereupon a single drop trickled down her temple and along the edge of her high cheekbone. The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore mingled with the faint laughter of children and the distant squawk of seagulls, a sound she had always found oddly soothing, even if it was muffled by the heat that presently dulled her senses.

The salty tang of the ocean hung in the dry air. Dani licked her full, glossy lips, tasting the slight grit of sea salt. The sand beneath her beach towel was hot and comforting, the sea breeze reliably stirring every few seconds to keep the worst of the lingering heat at bay. The Southern Doctor, it was called -- the local, vernacular term for the cooling coastal breeze, especially prominent in the afternoons, that occurred during Riviera City's summer months, always providing a welcome relief from the high temperatures.

The rustle of a tote bag being opened, its cluttered contents jostling as a hand or two perused its depths, brought her slowly out of her sun-induced fugue. She heard the click of a pair of sunglasses being unfolded.

"You got the suntan lotion with you there, babe?" The voice of her roommate, Martine Ruiz, filtered through the serenity with a bright and breezy energy. Dani remained motionless, her eyes shut and her heat-fogged mind taking a solid few seconds to find the words necessary to respond.

"I put it back in your bag," she replied, somewhat listlessly. "Check the bottom?"

There was no verbal response, just more rummaging, followed by a heavy thud as something inside the bag fell over. "Oh, here it is." Dani heard the bubbly popping sound of a bottle being squeezed. An aroma, sweet and coconutty, mingled with the salty ocean tang. "He's still looking at us, by the way."

Dani smiled coyly. "Our secret admirer?"

Martine giggled, a teasing little jingle that so often enchanted boys like a siren's call. "He's not being very secret about it."

Dani indolently turned her head to the side and cracked her hazel eyes open to a squint, raising an arm to shield them from the sun's glare. A lifeguard observation tower, comprised mostly of an elevated white cabin with a flat red roof, stood further up the beach on six splayed steel legs. The cabin was circled by a metal balcony and had a short flight of stairs leading up to it. She could make out a single male figure, leaning in the cabin's doorway.

"Is he staring?" she asked.

"Not staring. But he does keep glancing at us." Martine's tone was nonchalant as she rubbed suntan lotion into her streamlined tummy.

Dani snorted with amusement. "First those two gawking teenage boys when we arrived, and now him. What's with all the perverts today?"

"I know, right?" Martine smirked, shaking her head in fake disgust. "Can't two glamorous, gorgeous girlies like us go to the beach without getting ogled?"

Dani laughed as she sat up to get a better look at the tower. Their not-so-subtle fan did look to be in good shape, if the fit of his yellow lifeguard top over his torso was any indication, and there was something distinctly charming about the way he sauntered around the balcony and leant over its railing with such casual confidence.

"I think he could be kinda cute," Dani said. "I mean, it's hard to tell from here. But he looks it."

"Duh, lifeguards are always cute. Have you ever met an ugly lifeguard?" As she spoke, Martine deftly pulled at the string of her bikini top. The garment swiftly fell away to reveal a pair of small but pert breasts topped with dusky pink areolas.

"Hey, that's cheating, you whore," Dani tutted, picking up Martine's discarded top and flinging it at her. "Now he's gonna be looking at you more than me."

"Gotta iron out these tan lines somehow," Martine said, gesturing at the slender outline her bikini top had left behind, contrasted against her sun-kissed shoulders, arms, and stomach. "I bet he was already looking at me more than you anyway."

"You wish," Dani giggled. She cast a slightly vain eye down over her own hourglass body, admiring the sleek, toned muscles that she had sculpted through hours upon hours at the gym, yet never at the expense of her natural, feminine curves. Her slim waist dipped in just enough to exaggerate the gentle flare of her hips, her stomach was taut and flat, and her legs long and athletic. It was a body built to be admired, to say nothing of desired.

"Honestly, I don't mind my tan lines," she mused, sliding a finger under the delicate shoulder strap of her bikini top and lifting it. Beneath was a streak of untouched skin where her natural olive hue stood at variance with the surrounding golden bronze of her tan, like a thin brushstroke on an otherwise painted canvas. She let the strap snap softly back into place. "There's something kinda sexy about them."

"Sure, they can look okay when you're naked," Martine said. She tied her trailing blonde tresses into a messy bun, before squirting more lotion into her palms and liberally applying it to her newly bared breasts. "But, if we decide to wear those backless mini dresses tonight, it's gonna ruin the look if we have bright bikini strap imprints running across our backs."

Dani grinned, her stomach buzzing with excitement. "You reckon? Or is it gonna make all the boys think we're not wearing anything underneath?"

"Dani!" Martine exclaimed. "Now who's acting like a little whore." But her eyes sparkled with excitement, eyeing Dani suggestively with a smile playing on her lips.

"Anyway, the backless dress thing only matters if we actually decide to wear them," Dani said, giving Martine a pointed look. Her roommate nodded reticently.

"Well, at last count and excluding dresses, I've narrowed down tonight's potential outfit choices to..." Martine's eyes glazed over as she quickly calculated, "...six tops, three skirts, three pairs of jeans, two pairs of shorts, and two sets of sandals." She chuckled nervously. "You?"

"Five tops," Dani replied, lifting her eyes as she tried to remember. "Three... no, four skirts. Four pairs of shorts. Three pairs of jeans. Oh and, uh..." Her cheeks took on a shade of crimson as she grinned mischievously, "...two cute bikini sets to wear underneath. I have settled on my choice of sandals though. At least, I think I have."

"So," said Martine, picking up her phone, "the good news is that we have... roughly seven hours to actually make a decision."

"We need to be

at

Rico's for 7:30, and the girls are all coming round at 6:00," Dani said. "Let's be real, we actually have about four hours, at best."

Martine was struggling to suppress a grin. "Damn, babe. We're fucking screwed." With that, both girls burst into laughter.

"You know, Lauren told me that the house opens up right onto the beach," Dani reasoned, once they had both finished cracking up. "Between that, the giant hot tub, and the ginormous pool, she says everyone's gonna be down to their bathing suits after a couple of hours anyway."

"Doesn't mean we don't want to turn heads when we arrive." Martine's voice adopted an impish tone. "Besides, we definitely want you looking good for Rico tonight, don't we?"

Dani rolled her eyes, although she couldn't help smiling too, even if it was more out of exasperation than anything. "Marti, you're thinking far too deeply into this Rico thing."

"Babe, the man slid straight into your DMs

specifically

to ask if you were going tonight."

"Yeah, and? That doesn't mean anything." Dani didn't even necessarily believe her own claim -- she knew what college guys were like, after all -- but she stood her ground as it became Martine's turn to roll her eyes.

"Dani, he couldn't be more obvious about it if he tried. He didn't message me. He also didn't message Francesca, or Lexi, or Tabby, or anyone else we know. Only you. Do I really need to bring up the two of you last week at Sakura?"

"Ugh, are you ever gonna let that go?"

"Babe, I thought

he

was never gonna let go, the way his lips were clasped to yours for, like, a solid 20 minutes," Martine said with a teasing smirk, reaching across to nudge Dani's shoulder. "C'mon, girl, admit it. Rico's a total catch. That jawline! Those abs! Did you know his parents are absolutely loaded?"

"Well, duh. Everyone knows that. It's not like it's

his

beach house we're going to tonight."

"Hey, look, I'm just saying." Martine donned her sunglasses and lay back on her towel, although her pervasive grin continued to shine brighter than the sun as it reflected off her teeth. "If I were you, I'd want to make Rico's eyes pop out of his skull the second I walk through those doors tonight."

Dani scoffed and stared into the ocean, watching the flickering white caps dance across its deep azure surface. The brilliant blue sky stretched endlessly above her, so vivid it hurt to look at, dotted with the occasional cotton puff of a cloud drifting lazily by.

Rico Valente

was

hot. That was obvious enough to anyone. She hadn't made out with him that night at Sakura for no reason, after all. He had been eyeing her up all evening, like a gambler coveting the ultimate jackpot -- thinking himself subtle, yet only making Dani's stomach spark with an electric tingle every time she caught him in the act. Finally, she had let him corner her, trying so hard to act coy as her pussy drooled into her panties, waiting for the moment she deemed it socially acceptable to surrender to his advances.

She remembered his hand running up her bare midriff, the sensation surging up the base of her spine. The limitless tension in his strong arms as he cupped her firmly by the cheek. The hungering dance of his lips against hers. In the moment, Dani had tried so hard to convince herself that she was only kissing him to satisfy him, her alcohol-clogged mind assuring her that he would go away once he had what he wanted. Conveniently forgetting that, for any red-blooded college guy, what they wanted involved far more than just making out in a darkened, beachfront nightclub.

And she had wanted it so badly, even if she hadn't been able to admit it then. Her body grinding urgently against his, feeling the throb of his cock against her thigh and the pressure of his palms kneading her boobs through her crop top. Building up to the moment she found herself in his bed, naked and on her back, moaning zealously as her tight pussy was stretched by the voracious girth of his cock.

At least, that's how it was supposed to have gone. Instead, the lights had burst on, signalling that the club was closing, and she had lost him in the stampeding crowd before her friends found her and shoved her into their taxi. A real-life cliffhanger if there ever was one.

But a cliffhanger implied a follow-up. A sequel. Even if she was trying to play it cool in front of Martine, Dani knew her best friend was right. The kiss, the DM, all of it. Rico was going to be giving her his full attention tonight.

The thought alone caused an intense heat to knot in her stomach. Dani was well aware that she was in a particularly messy spot where her hormones were concerned -- the joys of a skyrocketing libido, courtesy of her impending ovulation, which was due to start in less than 12 hours. The idea of sleeping with Rico when she was in such a compromised state made her cheeks flush and her adrenaline spike. It was tantamount to pouring gasoline into a bonfire. But she couldn't ignore the fact that, over the past few days, throwing caution to the wind like this had gifted her some of the most thrilling and fulfilling sex of her life.

Dani pulled in a deep breath as she lay back against her towel, fiddling with her AirPods and trying to force her thoughts elsewhere. Tonight really had the potential to be one of the best nights of her entire university experience. She had been stoked for this party for months and months, and now it had finally arrived. There was no use letting herself get hung up on all the little things now, was there? All she had to do was make sure she was a little smart about it, as usual.

She navigated on Spotify to her favourite beach playlist, bursting with laid-back summer tunes to get her in the mood for the night ahead. Rico was going to be there all night -- she would have plenty of time to contend with him. But this, now, was her time, and she was going to make the most of it.

Dani closed her eyes, allowed all thoughts to flow out of her head, and let the sun wash over her body.

Federico

"Jesus, Valente, you really are shitting yourself about tonight, aren't you?"

Rico said nothing in response, merely casting his sullen gaze from his plate to Eric Allen's dumbass, grinning face for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Which was all the more impressive when he considered that they had only been awake for an hour or so.

Worse still than the fact that his stomach wobbled every time he even considered picking up his fork was the perpetual silence that persisted from his phone. Sure, he did have exactly 107 unread messages across Instagram, WhatsApp, Snapchat, and Facebook Messenger from a multitude of names and numbers he didn't recognise nor even cared to. All of them trying so hard to squeeze into his good graces, offering him help with college work, or even just straight up asking him for the party address.

But none of that changed the fact that one specific person, the one person he actually wanted to hear from, had yet to even look at the DM he had sent her yesterday, let alone reply to it.

"She still hasn't replied," Rico said, waving his phone in the air. He stared at the screen, as if doing so would materialise a response from her out of thin air. "Do you think I should message again? Maybe she didn't get it?"

Eric chuckled. "I can't remember the last time I saw you this wound up over a girl. You DM'd her, what, last night? Cut her some slack."

"She's a chick," Rico emphasised, rolling his eyes. "They're glued to their phones, all the damn time."

"Maybe if you hadn't ghosted her after making out with her last week, she'd be more likely to reply to you," Eric said, smirking. "Did you ever consider that, big guy?"

"It's not ghosting if she hasn't messaged me either," Rico grumbled, navigating to Instagram and staring at the brief but simple message he had sent to Dani Cruz. He initially resisted the urge to visit her profile, knowing it would only make him hate himself even more. But then he was scrolling, flicking the screen idly with his thumb as he absorbed the entire catalogue of her social media photo reel, from self-indulgent snapshots showing off her cute gym fits, to enticing bikini pics in which she threw peace signs and pouts across the beaches of a dozen different holiday destinations.

Daniella Cruz was one of those girls that pretty much every straight guy at Riviera City University would have sold their soul to fuck. She had those full, pouting lips that drew you in like a whirlpool; luxurious chocolate-brown hair that outlined her gorgeous face as a gilded frame does a Rembrandt masterpiece; and a body formed of such streamlined curves that it could give an hourglass a run for its money.

Rico and Dani had both hung out in the same circles for a year or so now, comfortably friendly but never overtly close. He and his male friends had, of course, occasionally joked in private about how badly they wanted to fuck her brains out, especially when the alcohol and testosterone was flowing. Anyone who said otherwise was kidding themselves. But as long as they continued to be respectful to her face -- which they did -- then no harm was done. Boys will be boys, right?

Then last week happened. Rico had noticed Dani giving him the eye across the dance floor at Sakura. At first he had ignored it, convinced he was imagining things -- wishful thinking was a powerful drug. But then, at the goading of his friends, he had tried flirting with her. Testing the waters, nothing too heavy. She had laughed at his stupid jokes, leaned into him, batted those sweeping, fluttery eyelashes at him. The flowery scent of her perfume had been intoxicating, her wide smile the sweetest thing he'd seen all evening, and the view down the V-neck of her crop top enough to make him harder than a concrete pillar.

Before his brain could even catch up with his rapid progress, they were making out. Fuck, she had tasted so amazing, smelled so amazing. He remembered grabbing her firm, gym-toned ass, every bit as glorious under his grasping fingers as it looked in the tight, black jeans she was wearing, their tongues battling it out as her warm, round tits squashed against his chest, her arms draped around his shoulders, his thumbs pressing into those sexy abs of hers as he held her by her bared waist.

Then the lights had burst on, and he had lost her pretty much instantly in the crowd, his cock throbbing in mutual disappointment. He should have messaged her the next day. Something cute, or casual. Anything at all, rather than nothing. Instead, he had opted to play it cool, to pretend like it had meant nothing to him, and wait for her to come to him. As if that had ever worked out for anybody.

Now, he couldn't help but think that he had only fucked his chances instead, and missed his sole opportunity to find out what it felt like to have Dani Cruz's undoubtedly vice-like pussy clenching around his cock.

It was going to take a long time to forgive himself for that one.

"Did you sleep?" Eric shoved a forkful of bacon and scrambled egg into his mouth, chomping noisily with one eye on his phone. "Apparently not, by the looks of it."

"You sound like my mom," Rico muttered, pushing his full plate away. The legs of his chair grated against the veneered wood flooring as he stood, opting instead for the marble-topped kitchen counter and sleek black cabinetry that wrapped in a wide U-shape around the room.

Copious swathes of sunlight streamed in through spacious windows embedded in the walls, as well as via the wall-length sliding patio doors that led to the backyard. A backyard in which his favourite feature was, despite all its modern amenities, the humble, rustic old gate at the far end, which led straight to the white and endless beach. Rico had thrown the patio doors open as soon as he had woken up, if for no other reason than to hear the distant rush of the waves breaking against the sand.

"If I was your mom, I'd be giving you a lecture about throwing this party tonight."

"And if you were me, you'd be shitting bricks also."

"Oh, no doubt. But, fortunately, I'm not you, neither am I shitting anything." There was a clink as Eric put down his fork and sat back in his chair, staring thoughtfully at Rico, who suppressed a smirk. You could always tell when the gears were turning in Eric Allen's head: the creased brow, the wrinkled nose, fingers combing his red hair. "You know what you need? Something to take your mind off it."

"Gee, you think so, Sherlock?" Rico said, pouring himself a mug of coffee. "It's due to start in six hours, and the only reason we're here this early is to set everything up. How the hell am I supposed to take my mind off it?"