I know he's on hold but could we get some bruno smut please?
SEX ON THE BEACH
S4 | Bruno/MC | 2800+ words | @mrsbsmooth
In 'Never Have I Ever', someone asks 'Never have I ever had sex on the beach'. Bruno drinks.
Here's the story.
Michelle couldn’t stop looking at him.
He’d been stealing glances at her all night, and had clearly gotten just tipsy enough to start meeting her eye.
His hair was ridiculous. His brightly-coloured hawaiian shirt was hilarious. But he was alone, and he was fucking hot. She could already tell from how tight his sleeves sat on his arms that he’d look amazing with his shirt off.
And what the hell? She was leaving tomorrow.
She sipped her wine, leaning against the bar, and glanced over at him again. He was watching her. She looked him up and down, approvingly, and smiled slightly, catching his eye once more as she turned back to the dregs of her drink.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him get the hint.
He moved to the bar, and she turned her back slightly, smiling to herself as he approached, his hand behind his back.
He cleared his throat. “Hi.”
Michelle turned to him, smiling. “Hi.”
His steely grey eyes made her a little delirious as they met hers, holding her gaze, as he spoke again.
“Sex on the beach?”
There was a long beat of silence, and her mouth fell open, until he brought his hand from behind his back, revealing a large orange cocktail, with fruit covering the rim. She physically could not stop the smile from plastering itself on her face as she burst out laughing at the dumb joke.
“Oh my god, that’s… wow!”
He beamed at her, and she shook her head as she accepted the drink, smiling up at him as she took a sip.
“So, how often does that work?” she laughed.
He smiled. “It has literally never failed me. Not once.”
“How many times have you tried it, then?”
“I came up with it five minutes ago.”
She laughed again. Hot and funny. The accent was hot, too. Not too many scousers in Ibiza. If he had a nice dick, she’d get his number.
“Ok, we’ve got a comedian here, that’s good to know.”
He chuckled. “You have no idea.”
They smiled at each other, and his eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked her up and down subtly. “So, are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to guess?”
“Oooh, go on, funnyman. Guess.”
“Gertrude.”
She laughed. “Guess again.”
“Agatha.”
She shook her head, grinning like an idiot. “Nope.”
“Michelle.”
Her eyebrows raised, and her hand flew to her neck, and she watched his dazzling smile break out again, as her fingers caught the cool metal of the gold necklace that featured her name.
“That’s cheating,” she laughed. “But yeah, it’s Michelle. What’s yours?”
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as if he was about to tell her a lie. But there was an honesty in his face that she couldn’t help but trust.
“It’s Bruno.”
It was only about three more drinks until Michelle slipped her hand into his. They were warm. Soft. She pulled him toward the door, and he almost looked a little surprised.
“Where we going, then?” he chuckled, as she pulled him down to the beach.
“For a walk,” she whispered, as she pulled off her heels. He took off his shoes as well, and they continued their conversation. He really was unbearably funny. He had her cracking up with laughter so hard that she thought she’d start tearing up.
But after one particularly loud laugh, he stopped her, and before she even registered what was happening, he’d pulled her in close to him, pressing his lips to hers.
Michelle melted into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck, and moaning softly into it. His hands fell to her waist, holding her to him, and he teased her lips with his tongue. She opened to him, groaning contentedly at how good he kissed her.
Their chemistry was electric, and it was all she could do to not kick his legs out from under him and fuck him right there on the sand. Shit, she might do just that. The thought seemed more and more appealing the more his hands roamed over her backless dress.
But they broke apart, if only briefly, and she teased him softly.
“What’s that about then? Just ‘cause I laughed at your jokes doesn’t mean I wanted to kiss you?”
He smiled mischievously at her, sending a spark through her body. “I know I'm not that funny.”
She laughed again, slipping her hand back into his, pulling him up through the darkness toward some beach loungers arranged on the sand. He slid into one, and she straddled him kissing him deeply as he lay back. It felt effortless, kissing him like this. His lips on hers. It was driving her absolutely crazy. His hands roamed over her back, and she threaded hers through his hair, pulling on it gently. He moaned under her hands, and she leaned back.
“You like that?” she whispered, “When I pull your hair?”
He gazed up at her, and smirked playfully, as if daring her to do it again. She pulled it harder, and his mouth fell open with a gasp.
She leaned down, kissing him deeply, letting her teeth drag over his lower lip. He groaned, taking a handful of her own hair, pulling her closer to him. Bruno’s other hand curled around her waist, pulling her body down to his. He held her by her hair, moving her head to the side as he kissed her neck with purpose.
His tongue trailed downward, over her collarbone, kissing and nipping at her skin as he gently moved the fabric of her dress to the side. He pressed his lips to her exposed nipples, tracing his tongue over her, and she moaned. He dropped his hand to her thigh, sliding it upward slowly, as if testing the waters to see if it was what she wanted. She rolled her hips on him, and he slipped his hand under her dress, gently tracing his thumb over the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, and he read her like a set of cue cards, as he slipped his hand inside her underwear. He traced a finger slowly up her slit, sighing into their kiss as he felt how wet she was. He drew a sigh from her in return as he parted her lips, pressing his fingers against her clit.
Michelle dropped her hands to his shirt, starting on the buttons, and kissing his neck as he touched her. She flung it open, revealing an impressively toned physique, and her fingers fell to the hair sprinkled across it, before slowly tracing down his stomach. She fiddled with his belt for a moment, flinging it open, masterfully unbuttoning his shorts and the zip between them with her lips pressed to his. She slid her hand into his boxers, groaning with delight at the size of what she found within.
Bruno took a break from kissing her skin to glance up at her. “Hey… wait.”
She paused.
“I… I’m leaving in a few days. Just so you know. Like I’m not… gonna be around long. It wouldn’t be fair for me to not tell you and–”
She shook her head. How the fuck was this guy single?
“--That’s good, because I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Oh, well in that case,” he chuckled, pulling her in to kiss her again, his pace lifting slightly on her clit. “How would you feel about walking a little further? Say… four hundred metres that way towards the nice hotel I’m staying in?”
She looked down at him. “What happened to sex on the beach?”
He looked a little surprised at the challenge, and for a moment, she wondered if he wasn’t as bold as he seemed.
But he smirked at her. “I suppose I did offer?”
Michelle laughed again, as he resumed his movements, his mind seemingly made up. She moved her hand up and down gently on him, her hand teasing his tip, as he groaned into her skin. He kissed her exposed breasts, the perfect pressure on her nipples as he…
She gasped, as he ever-so-gently ran his teeth along her breast. God, this man had a magic mouth. Funny, sweet, fucking incredible kisser, he… oh.
He flipped her on to her back, and made moves. Big moves. Southward.
Michelle smiled to herself as he took a last glance around. Finding them satisfactorily cloaked in darkness, he reached beneath her dress, pulling her underwear down and over her legs. He handed them to her with a smirk, and kissed the inside of her thigh as he pushed her dress higher. She could feel the warm night air on her exposed skin, only made warmer by Bruno’s breath as his lips moved higher up her thigh. As his tongue connected with her, she let a deep breath flow from her. But it turned to a long shuddered, moan as his mouth moved with an expertise and enthusiasm that had her writhing.
Her hand fell back to his hair, and he followed where she led him, moaning as if he’d grown it out for this exact purpose. His eagerness to please had her legs spread wide underneath him, his strong arms wrapped around her thighs as his mouth worked against her. He was good. Too good. Fuck.
“Bruno, fuck,”
He moaned his approval into her as her legs started to shudder a little. She wanted to push up into him. She wanted the depth of it. She wanted him to take his cock out and–
Too late.
He brought her over the edge with his tongue before she could even stop to beg him to fuck her. But as she came down, she started begging for it anyway.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He rose to his knees to dig his wallet out of his pocket, and she sat up. As he fumbled with it, she pulled his shorts down, releasing him from his boxers and taking him in her mouth. It seemed to short-circuit his brain for a second, as his wallet fell to the sand beside them, and he groaned, bringing his hands to the back of her head. Fucking hell, this was the most fun she’d had mostly-clothed in ages.
“Ohhh, fuck, you’re good at that. Shit.”
She glanced up at him, and he angled his hips away, retrieving his wallet and slipping a condom out. He had it on in seconds, and she almost laughed at how decisively he laid her back. He angled himself downward, swiping his tip up and down her slit, before pressing into her.
Michelle’s breath caught as he did, the intoxicating stretch of him filling her drawing her legs to around his waist, pulling him deeper. She took a second to get used to him, and glanced up, only to find him watching her.
“You okay?” he whispered, and she nodded, her cheeks warming a little at the care in his eyes. He smiled down at her, but didn’t move.
“What?”
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered.
“Stop being a melt, and fuck me,” she teased.
His mouth fell open, and she laughed at the scoff of mock offence that left his lips. But he drew his hips back, and thrust into her. Hard.
She gasped, and he dropped his lips to her ear.
“You asked for it.”
He thrust into her again, withdrawing his hips and rolling them back against her with the expertise of a dancer. She hadn’t been expecting it. This rhythm, the flexibility, the… god, he felt so good.
Bruno’s arms were underneath her, holding her in place by her shoulders, the angle perfect, she depth flawless. Her dress was up around her waist now, his shorts around his ankles, fucking her so good she forgot that she’d only met him hours ago.
“Bruno, Jesus, fuck,” she moaned. “You feel so good.”
“Says you," he growled his approval into her ear. "God, I could do this all night.”
Michelle gasped, a flush of heat rushing to between her legs, and she ran her hands through his hair again. He grabbed the top of the sun lounge for leverage, fucking her harder, deeper, and she could do nothing but let her mouth fall open. He was going to make her come again, she was fucking sure of it.
All she needed was more of him.
“Let me on top,” she gasped, and he immediately complied, pulling out of her, and flipping onto his back. She slid herself back on to him, and had him in the perfect spot.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she groaned, as he bent his knees, his fingers digging into her hips as he moved with her rhythm. She arched her back, her exposed nipples hardened by the ocean air.
Her hands fell to his chest, pressing down hard onto him as she fucked him, intoxicated by the sound of his muttered curses between her desperate gasps. She leaned back, and felt him right at her g-spot, and she practically cried out, begging him to keep fucking her, not to stop, to hold it there. He read her again, giving her every movement she needed, and her head fell back as it sent her over the edge again.
“Bruno, fuck, yes,”
He groaned with delight as she clamped around him, thrusting into her at just the right pace to hold her at her peak. He pressed his thumb to her clit, sending her back to the crest, the waves of it washing over and over as he held her there.
Eventually, it all became too much, and she pushed his hand away, too sensitive to do anything other than shudder on top of him. She could barely move her legs, so she slid off him, ripping the condom off him and taking him in her mouth. He gasped as her mouth enveloped him, and she flicked her tongue against his tip from inside. His hands fell to the back of her head as she licked and sucked at him.
“Ohh, just like that,” he groaned. “Fuckkk,”
She gave him as much of her as she could possibly give him, desperately working her mouth until his grip in her hair tightened.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, fuck”
She took him as deep as she could, feeling him pulse under her lips as he came down her throat, hitting his peak with a deep gasp that almost made her want to go again.
She waited until he’d caught his breath before releasing him from her mouth. As she pulled his boxers back into place, she glanced up at him, his arm across his eyes as his chest heaved.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “That was fucking amazing,”
She crawled up next to him, and he lifted his arm, pulling her into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his waist, and frowning to herself. Why, of all the days for her to meet someone like him, did it have to be now?
There was something about him, something so unbelievably special, it almost felt strange. She already knew she liked him. She kind of wanted to date him. She definitely wanted to get his number. The sex was phenomenal, the conversation effortless…
He sighed. “I hope this isn’t weird, but I’m actually kinda bummed you’re leaving tomorrow.” He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead, and making her swoon a little.
She smiled, snuggling in closer. “Same. Never thought I’d be unhappy about going to Mallorca.”
“Oh, shit,” he laughed. “That’s where I’m going, too, but in four days.”
“Ha!” She laughed. “I’d say I’ll see you there, but I won’t. I’ve got something on.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got a commitment that might keep me there for a while, and I won’t be able to socialise.”
It… wait. She propped herself up on one elbow.
“Hang on…” she questioned. “You’re not talking about…”
His eyes went wide, and his lips parted in shock. “No fuckin’ way,”
“Are you—“
“Are you— “
They both went silent, waiting for the other to say it.
She whispered. “Love Island?”
He burst out laughing, and nodded. She cracked up alongside him, burying her head in his chest.
“So much for a one night stand.” He laughed. “We’re about to be locked in a house together for weeks.”
But she bit her lip, full of liquid confidence, and high on the excitement of it all. “Can I just say…”
He raised an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to go on. She buried her face in his neck. Even though it was dark, she was sure the blush would come through in her voice somehow.
“I’m actually kind of thrilled I get to see you again?”
There was another small silence, and she lifted her head again. Almost on cue, he lifted his hand to her hair, pulling her into him, kissing her deeply as she traced her fingers along his jaw.
Bruno smiled at her. “Same. And now, I already know who I’m picking once I get in.”
Five days later:
Will was practically jumping up and down to get the game started.
“Never have I ever had sex on the beach.”
Michelle’s eyes caught Bruno’s and they both smiled, sharing nothing with anyone but each other.
He lifted his drink, hiding his smile, and averted his eyes, as if innocently pondering the question.
And she smiled as they both took a long, deep sip of their cocktails.
God, this was hot AND sweet. What the hell 😭😭😭♥️♥️
