Sangwoo: *knocks on the bathroom stall door* open the door Bum. YoonBum: NO! Sangwoo: You lockin doors Bum!? *starts pounding and kicking the door endlessly* U LOCKIN DOORS BUM !?!?! U LOCKIN DOORS!?!? YoonBum: * S C R E E C H E S * (It's from a vine lol)
April 1st 7:33am - “That all ya bringin’?” he asked me, brows raised in surprise. I glanced down at the one smaller suitcase by my feet and my relatively tiny carry on bag.
“What is it not enough?” I said back to him, tucking my hair behind my ear as we stood in his foyer. He bent down to pick up his shoulder bag, slinging it over and looking back at me.
“Just not used to me packin’ more than a girl,” he retorted with a chuckle, reaching over to grab the handle of my suitcase from my hand. “Ya know we’re gonna be gone for eight days, right?”
I nodded my head, licking at my lips. “Yeah, but I’m not really planning on wearing much clothes.”
His blue eyes widened slowly, the corner of his mouth tugging down slightly in a smirk. “Fair enough,” he mumbled followed with a breathy chuckle. “Not gonna argue with that.”
“Didn’t think you would,” I let out a laugh, flipping my hair over in my hand as I heard the car pull up outside, making me flick my head towards his front door.
“Car’s here. Got everythin’?” he asked, juggling his suitcases along with mine.
“Yup. Good to go.”
He gave me a smile, one of his huge bright smiles that could light the sun with that sweet little dimple pressing in his cheek as he tipped his head down. Reaching out, I couldn’t help but grab at the rim of his hat, playfully wiggling it back and forth before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss to his cheek. He looked over at me through the corners of his eyes, giving me a wink before nodding towards the door.
Opening the door, I let him walk through with our bags, the driver meeting us at the front step to help load up them up in the car. We both stood at the back of the car, watching as the man lifted the bags inside before Niall grabbed my carry on bag off my shoulder and tossed it in the back.
“Ready, darlin’?” he whispered as he leaned in towards me a bit, his hand coming to rest at my lower back. Crossing my arms, I nodded to him, a smile pulling at my lips as he gave me a peck at my temple and guided me over to the back seat, opening the door and helping me in.
8:46am - “Oh my God, Niall, a private plane?” I shrieked, turning in my seat to look at him as the car slowly drove onto the airport runway.
“Of course,” he mumbled, messing with the rim of his hat as he talked, “You think I’m flyin’ for nineteen and half hours on a commercial flight? Jesus Christ.”
My mouth dropped open, my dark eyes going wide at him. “Nineteen hours?” I muttered, “Fucking hell, Niall, where are you taking me?”
He let out a laugh, propping his arm behind me across the back of the seat, his fingers curling softly around the back of my neck. Darting eyes, his mouth pressed into a smug grin. “Bora Bora, love.”
A huge smile spread across my face, my feet tapping excitedly at the floor of the car as we came to stop. “Are you serious?”
He raised a brow, his tongue running out to lap at his bottom lip. “You ever been there?” he asked me, his thumb running down the back of my neck.
I shook my head, my eyes not being able to unfocus from his. “No. Never.”
“Me either,” he said, letting out a chuckle, his other hand pressing into his crotch to nonchalantly pull at the front of his pants. “I’m excited.”
“You’re excited?” I scoffed with a snort, rolling my eyes as I quickly flicked my eyes out of the windows of the car. “This is like the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me, Niall. I am from Idaho, remember?”
He tipped his head back in a hearty laugh, his mouth falling open wide as the sound filled the entire space. I shot my eyes back over to him, catching his contagious laugh and shaking my head as the driver got out of the car and opened the door to let me out.
Stepping back and watching as Niall got out after me, he raised his arms high in the air in a stretch, his arm hastily slinging around my shoulder in a huff as he started walking me towards the roll-away stairs to board the plane.
“Well, darlin’,” he said, his voice raising a bit loud to overpower the sound of the plane as his hand slipped down my arm to grab at my hand, “Let’s get this fuckin’ holiday started!”
I had never seen such crystal clear turquoise water and warm bright blue skies. The island was incredibly breathtaking, secluded and quiet, a gorgeous little villa he had rented right off the edge of the water that shut us off from everyone and everything else in the world. We both decided to silence our phones for the whole trip, not wanting anyone to bother or bug us. No calls, texts or emails being answered. It was just him and I and that was all that mattered.
We ventured outside a bit, bike riding, laying on the beach and swimming, just exploring the island. We rented a yacht one day, going on an amazing all day long cruise where we drank mixed cocktails and made out like crazy teenagers in the warm sun. It was heaven. But most of our time was spent holed up in the private villa, relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet, enjoying each other. I loved being with him like that. So free and open. Not having to care about anyone seeing or bothering us. We were able to be what we wanted, to do what we wanted, without scrutiny and judgement from millions of people. He could kiss me and touch me out in public and we didn’t have to worry about a thing. I hadn’t even thought about how important that actually was, how much that would actually mean to me - for our relationship - until it was happening.
To feel his arms wrapped around me, his warm body encapsulating mine, his lips pressed to my skin as we sat at the waters edge and watched the sun go down. I never realized what that actually meant for us, how it could feel. I had never been happier in my entire life. I was completely and utterly in love.
April 5th 7:58pm - “Babe!” I heard his deep voice yell out to me through the open door of the back deck. I stood in the middle of our bedroom, slipping on a white robe that the villa had provided, “C’mere!”
Rolling my eyes with a smirk, I pulled at the belt, tying it around my waist to close it loosely around my bare body. Untucking my dark hair from the collar, I turned around and began shuffling over to the wide open sliding door that led out to the huge sundeck that sat right out on the water’s edge and looked straight out onto the ocean.
Placing my hands on either side of the door frame, I leaned my head out, turning my face to see him sitting at the end of a lounge chair, his eyes flicked up towards the hazy golden evening sky that beamed down on him as the sun was almost beginning to set. Wearing just a pair of thin basketball shorts, he had his forearms resting at his wide spread knees, his hands clasped together in front of him. His hair was a wild mess; soaked with saltwater and sand and lightly blowing in the gently warm breeze, the peak of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose a bright pink color from the slight sunburn his pale skin so easily endured.
Biting my lip, I trailed my eyes down his hunched over back and over his waist, the tiny rolls at his belly making me smile as I glanced back up to his face. “Hey, love,” I said softly, his head whipping around to look at me, “What’s up?”
A half smirk tugged at his lips as he looked over at me, his half lidded eyes a soft calming blue. “C’mere,” he whispered again, holding his hand out to me and giving his fingers a little wiggle. Dropping my arms, I playfully huffed over to him, squealing out as his hands immediately reached out and grabbed around my hips, pulling my body down into him. He pushed himself back a little, slotting my bottom between his legs on the very edge of the lounger, his strong arms wrapping around my middle. I smiled into my raised shoulder as he placed a kiss right at my temple.
Breathing in the warm salty ocean air, I relaxed my body into him with a blissful sigh, resting back slightly and letting my head fall against his shoulder. “It’s so gorgeous out here,” I whispered, my fingers ghosting lightly up and down his forearms, my nails twirling into the tiny dark hairs as he pressed the side of his face against mine.
“It’s fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered back to me. I felt the tiny graze of his lips at my neck, the heat from his breath slowly spilling out of his parted mouth as he breathed me in and out. My eyes fell closed for a moment, my fingers stalling as they wrapped around his wrists.
“It is,” I said back to him, my eyes flicking back up to watch the sparse billowy clouds floating through the sky. “Most beautiful place I’ve ever been. So glad I’m here with you.”
“You happy?” he asked, his voice so deep it rumbled out against my back. I felt my lips pull into a slight smile, my head nodding gently as I turned my face towards him.
“Very.”
“Me too,” he whispered as I tipped my face down to glance at his hands that were splayed so perfectly at my lower stomach. He pressed his lips to my neck again, a tiny kiss being placed this time before I felt the slight lap of his tongue against my skin.
My eyes rolled back as his mouth dragged up the curve of my neck and stopped at my ear, his lips curling around my earlobe and gently pulling. “I love you, Sum,” he breathed out, my heart swelling in my chest. I could feel his heart pound a bit faster in his chest, thumping against my back. It was something I always noticed when he declared his love for me. Like he was nervous to do so. Scared almost, that he’d say it out loud one time and I wouldn’t say it back.
I would always say it back.
“I love you too, Ni.”
His arms tightened around me, his fingers tickling lightly at my lower tummy. Turning my face towards him, I lifted a hand and cupped it around his face as he continued to kiss at my neck. “You know what else I love?” I whispered to him, making him raise his eyes to mine.
“What’s that?”
Biting at my lip, I pressed the flat of my hand to the back of one of his and pushed on it, my chest rising a bit in anticipation as I slowly slid his hand down through the open flap of the robe, right between my legs. My fingers curled into the hair right under his ear, a smirk tugging at his lips as the rough pads of his fingers gently begin to run down my folds.
“Love that too,” he breathed out, tipping his mouth back down to my neck as my eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Lifting a leg, I hooked it up over his knee to spread my legs wider for him, his two fingers slipping lazily down my slit. My mouth parted as I drew in a jumbled breath, the tepid breeze blowing across my face as he sucked harder at my neck.
Small, inaudible whimpers left my lips, dry from the sand and seawater, my back arching against him as he moved his free hand to rest at my inner thigh, pressing his fingers into my flesh to hold me open as he dipped two fingers inside me. I kept my hand on top of his, pushing his fingers in deeper and rolling my hips towards them, eliciting a small chuckle from his mouth as his eyes darted down to watch his fingers work me.
My head rolled slightly along his shoulder, the heat from the sun causing a sheen of sweat to form across my face. Letting out a low moan, his free hand squeezed around my inner thigh before dragging back up my body, slipping it right into the open top of the robe, his big bearish hand groping at my breast.
My fingers slipped down through his hair, my nails scraping into the sticky skin at the back of his neck before I lifted my head from his shoulder and moved my leg off of his. His mouth popped off my skin, fingers pinching at my nipple before slipping out from my robe. I turned my face, meeting his lips with mine in a kiss as he kept his thick fingers inside me, slowly continuing to pump them in and out.
Giggling into his mouth, I licked my lips as I pulled away and pushed myself up, causing his fingers to slip from me. Keeping my eyes glued to his, I watched him stick his used fingers in his mouth as I turned my body around to stand in front of him. “Taste good,” he muttered around his fingertips, lightly sucking at them with a quirk of his eyebrow.
I dreamily let my eyes soak up the beauty of him. That thick wild hair with its long curled strands and dark roots. That sweet little face; so flushed and pink from the sun, his freckles even more prevalent underneath the burn, his lips puffy from the humidity and saltwater and those beautiful blues so insanely bright from the incandescent shine of the sun. He was absolutely gorgeous. He smirked up at me, his brow raising and the tip of his tongue jutting out to rest at the corner of his mouth as he took his hand and pushed it back up under the slit of my robe.
Gasping in a breath, my mouth dropped open as he slipped his two fingers right back inside me, warm and slick from his spit as his other hand splayed wide at my hip to hold me still. My fingers curled into my fists as he worked me, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip, desperately trying to suppress any noises that were begging to escape. Squeezing my eyes shut, I blew a heavy breath past my lips, my legs shaking as his thumb rubbed tiny circles at my clit.
Reaching out, I clasped my hands around his face and leaned over, crashing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue past his parted lips. Whining into his mouth and relishing in his wet warmth, I sucked the taste of beer of his tongue, the only beverage he had been consuming all day. He smiled against my mouth, proud of the reaction that he had caused. A breathy laugh slipped past my lips as he pulled his fingers from me, running them down the inside of my leg with a held breath puffing from my lungs and shudder falling over my body.
“You are such a boy,” I mumbled quietly against his lips. He hummed back in response as I stood back up, my bottom lip tucking in between my teeth. Tilting my head to the side, I stared at with him, his tongue running out across his lips and watching intently as I brought my hands up to the front of the robe, fingers gently pulling at the lightly tied belt. Tugging on it, I let it fall open, the thin material swaying open from the light breeze as a patch of goose bumps ran over my skin, my nipples reacting vividly.
I watched his eyes go wide, his pretty pink mouth hanging open as his eyes fell down the span of my body, his hands immediately reaching out to slip inside the robe and grip tight around my waist. His fingers pressed into my skin, his thumbs tracing circles at the front of my sides as I bent back down to push a kiss to his mouth.
Slipping my hands down the front of his body, my fingertips slid over his chest and down the slight rolls of his belly before tucking into the waistband of his shorts. Yanking on them and only getting them just below his hips, he chuckled against my mouth, his hands running up to knead at my breasts. I let out a frustrated grunt and brought my hands back up to his shoulders, giving him a hefty push. He fell back in a huff, my lips leaving his with a smack as his body laid back on the lounger. Giving him a smile, my face tipped down as I grabbed at his shorts and pulled them the rest of the way down, letting them pool at his ankles.
Splayed out fully naked in front of me, I stood back up and settled my eyes at his crotch, watching as he reached down between his legs, his thick fingers curling around his growing length as he teasingly began to stroke himself. His lust filled eyes focused heavily on me, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he brought his hand up and over the pink head of his cock, his stomach tensing in reaction. My stare fell across him; his creamy pale flesh brushed with red from the sun, covered in dark hair and sticky with sweat. Dark freckles and little marks adorned him so beautifully as his skin flushed a light pink from his unyielding arousal. His body was a masterpiece to me. Something that no matter how many times I studied, I felt like I could never know it’s every secret and every little perfect imperfection.
Resting my hands at his thighs, I leaned down, my eyes fixating to his as I hovered my open mouth over his cock, feeling it twitching right at my lips as it rested against his huge palm. He threw his hand up to muss through his hair, his cheeks puffing out a breath as I stuck my tongue out to lick a tiny stripe along his leaking slit. He let out a grunt, his body curling up slightly at the feeling and I smiled as I wrapped my lips around the tip, his fingers gripping tight around his shaft keeping himself held up straight. He glanced at me before plopping his head back down against the soft cushion of the longer as I sucked gently at him, sure to tease him just enough, but not give him everything he wanted.
“Jesus...fuck,” he hissed out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I smiled around his length, popping off him and crawling my way up the lounger to straddle him at his hips. His breath hitched in his chest as he gazed up at me, his brows quirking up with the corner of his mouth. I reached down between us, his hand peeling away from his hard cock as I lined him up and ran his throbbing tip along my slit, coating him well in my wetness. His large greedy hands grabbed around my ribcage, his thumbs roughly pressing over my erect nipples as he dragged them down the sides of my body, curling around to cup at the full of my ass.
I smiled down at him, flipping my hair over my one shoulder with the flick of my head as I pushed my hips down, letting the slow burn of him filling me overtake my body. My mouth fell open, eyes fluttering closed as I pressed my bottom all the way down to his thighs, his thick cock burying deep inside me. I gently rocked my hips back and forth as my hands sat firm at his chest, my nails digging into his hot mottled skin.
I could feel the pressure from his fingers pushing deep into my skin as he ran them over my ass to grip tight to my hips. Sucking in a breath at the slight twinge of pain his fingers were causing, my body rocked into him, his arms flexing as he moved me faster against him. “Oh, God...fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes focused between my legs where he was buried inside me. Slipping my hands from his chest, I leaned my body back, gripping my fingers around his thighs and swirling my hips, the ridge of his cock hitting right at my g-spot with every tiny movement. I threw my head back, a heavy gasp filling my lungs with air as I choked back my impending moans.
His grip on me tightened even more, my eyes squeezing shut as he held me still. Using the leverage from his feet planted firmly on the deck floor, he raised his hips slightly off the lounger and began to steadily fuck up into me. My body bounced hard on him, the power of his thrusts making me cry out. “Oh...fuck, Niall, yes...yes!”
The words came out whiney and heated and I sucked in a jumbled breath, biting hard on my lip desperate to keep my voice low. I could hear the grunts and deep groans rumbling up through his now bared throat and slipping out past his lips, his thighs shaking wildly under my grip. Pushing myself down into him to meet his thrusts, I flung my chin down to my chest, peeling my eyes open to catch his stare.
My mouth fell open, each solid thrust of his hips up into me roughly forcing the air from my lungs. His fingers held tighter to me, his short nails digging into the warm flesh of my hips as he stared back up at me, a cocky smirk pulling across his parted mouth.
Moving my hands, I brought them back to his front, pressing my palms flat to his tensing stomach and running them up his heaving chest. My eyes rolled back into my head for a moment as he pushed himself deep and swirled his hips, a hefty self-amused chuckle leaving his mouth before I clenched down around him, making him choke out a raspy groan and scrunch up his pink flushed face.
Smiling, I pushed my hands up to cup around his stubbled jaw and leaned my body down to press my mouth to his. He kissed me hard, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to sweep into my mouth as he continued to fuck up into me. Rocking my hips down, I pushed my ass up a bit, riding slowly against the curve of his cock. He panted into my mouth, his eyes squeezing closed as I dragged my wet mouth down over his dimpled chin, his head falling back to rest on the lounger. I sucked under his jaw, my teeth nipping hard at his scratchy skin as I pushed my hips all the way down on him, swirling a few times before pulling back up, my hips bouncing quick to let the tip of his throbbing cock hit right inside my opening.
“Sweet fuck, Summer,” he moaned out, my nails scraping across his sweaty neck as my mouth ravaged along the other side.
“Come for me, Ni,” I breathed out against his mottled skin, my hot mouth slipping up by his ear, “Be a good boy and come for me.”
I could feel his chest rise high against mine, his fingers digging rough into my waist as his body began to react. I let him fuck up into me again, needing to use the power of his own hips to bring himself right over that sweet edge. “Fuck me, baby, c’mon...fuck me harder,” I whispered so sickeningly sweet to him as my wet tongue licked at his salty skin. I could feel his his cock twitch inside me, the heavy pull of shaft against my swollen walls making my eyes roll back and a hum leave my lips.
He gulped in a heavy breath, my eyes shooting open to look at him as he pushed in deep, the trembling head of his begging cock hitting so far into me that I struggled in a gasp breath.
I let out a small cry, my mouth smashing to his as I gripped around his chin, his body shaking beneath me as he started to come. Running my other hand up through his hair, I curled my fingers in tight as I held his mouth against mine. His dry lips parted and a long drawn out groan rumbled thick from his throat, filling my mouth.
“Holy....shit…” he panted out against my lips, the words broken and heavy with lust. His large clammy hands held my sweaty body against his, the warmth of his orgasm slowly spurting up inside me as he pulsed heavy against my walls. I gently rocked myself down on him, my mouth sucking at his tongue and nipping gently at his lips as his eyes slowly peeled open.
His pupil blown fucked out stare made my breath catch in my throat, his hips still lightly thrusting up into me. Flinging his hands from my waist to grasp around my head, his thick fingers twisted in my hair as he lifted his head up from the lounger and pushed his mouth harder to mine, finally kissing me back.
Giggling into his mouth, I raked my nails down his scalp, my body shivering above him as a breezed passed and I felt his hot orgasm begin to spill out of me. “You didn’t come,” he breathed out, his lips pulling from mine as he looked up at me.
I darted eyes with him, running my fingertips across his forehead to brush away the hair that had stuck down against his sweaty skin. “It’s okay. That was for you,” I whispered back to him, pressing a tiny kiss to his lips.
His lips tugged down at the corners, his brows pulling in slightly. I felt the slight graze of his fingers, the rough pads gently brushing over my temple as he pushed back my dark hair.
“Ya don’t hav’ta do that, darlin’.”
“I know. I wanted to,” I said, giving him a smile and a click of my tongue, “You’ll just have to owe me big later.”
He let out a laugh, his mouth opening wide and his eyes squinting closed as he wrapped his arms around my back, pulling my body down into a hug. I tucked my face into the sticky sweat coated curve of his neck, my chest rising high as I breathed the musty scent of him deep in my lungs.
“Definitely gonna owe ya for that one, baby,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I smiled against his throat, planting a tiny kiss to his small cluster of dark moles at the underside of his jaw before letting out a sigh, the setting sun and the warmth from the humid breeze swarming around us.
April 7th 10:16am - I heard his loud laugh echo through the wide open windows of the villa, my body popping up in the huge king sized bed with wide eyes. I glanced next to me, his side lying empty with just the rustled sheets and bunched up blankets the only sign that he’d been there. I yawned, straining my body while trying to see through the wide open slats of the wooden blinds, but only met with the vast openness of the sea green ocean water.
Hearing him let out another cackle, I hopped out of the bed and grabbed a light sundress that I had hung up in the closet and tossed it over my body. I ruffled up my bed head, struggling to pull my fingers through my tangled dark hair before opening the door from the bedroom out onto the sundeck. Tip toeing along, I hissed in a few breaths, the sun having already beat down for hours against the wooden planks and making them blistering against my bare feet.
I squinted my eyes ahead of me and I could just see Niall. Spread out and laying flat on his tummy, he was half hanging off the end of the dock. Already dressed in his swimming trunks, I quietly walked down the dock towards him, keeping my eyes on him as he randomly tossed something out into the water.
“Hey there sleepy head,” his raspy voice grumbled out, turning his head to look up at me as he heard me creep closer.
Giving him a smile, I stopped and stood right beside him and peered down into the water. “What’re doin’?”
“Feedin’ the fish,” he said, reaching his one hand over his arm to grab at some bread. “They seem to really like the bread.”
Bending down, I rested my hands at the top of my knees and watched as he tossed a few more pieces into the clear water, the gathered fish going wild as they fought for it. My eyes went wide, a smile pressing over my mouth as I reached up and tucked some breeze blown hair behind my ear. “This is so amazing!” I exclaimed, looking over at him.
“Wanna try?” he said with a chuckle, holding out a few pieces to me. I bit at my lip, vigorously nodding my head at him as I grabbed the bread from his fingertips. Throwing it in the water, he looked up at me with a huge smile on his face as my eyes lit up, watching all the little fish flipping around in the water. “It’s cool, yeah?”
I turned my face to look down at him. “So fucking cool.”
He let out a chuckle, his stare flicking back to the water as he reached over to me, his hand rubbing lightly over my thigh. “Kinda wanna stay here forever,” he mumbled, not taking his eyes off the fish.
Smiling at him, he pulled his hand away and I bit at my lip, my eyes trailing down over his body. Reaching out my hand, I gently carded my fingers through his messy hair, the tips ghosting along the sunburnt shell of his ear. I tilted my head to the side a bit, admiring the sight of him, his soft skin luminous in the late morning sunshine.
“I wish we could, baby,” I whispered back to him.
“We could move here,” he suggested with a chuckle, tossing another piece of bread into the water.
Letting out a breathy laugh, I flicked my eyes over to the fish before looking back down at him. “We could. But I don’t think your bandmates would appreciate that too much.”
“It’s just...” he began, his head tipping down a bit as my hand fell down to rest between his hunched shoulder blades. “I feel like, we got no worries here, ya know? No one gettin’ all up in our business, botherin’ us and shit. We can do what we want.” I watched his hand come up to the side of his face, his fingers fiddling with the hair above his ear, “Just...peace and quiet. Normal. How it should be.”
His soft voice trailed off, my lips rolling into my mouth as I let my hand rub lightly across his warm skin. “It’ll never be like that back home,” he mumbled, looking up at me, “Not like this. Not for us.” He licked at his lips, glancing back out to the water.
Letting out a sigh, I leaned down placing a tender kiss to the peak of his red shoulder. I could see a slight smile tug at the corner of his mouth as I moved over towards him, climbing on his back and spreading my body on top of him. He let out a chuckle as I tucked my one arm up under his armpit, my hand hooking up at his shoulder and pressed my chin into this shoulder blade.
“I wouldn’t expect it to be like this, Niall,” I said softly, the fingers of my other hand running through the longer hairs that rested at the nape of his neck. “This is fucking heaven on earth right here. This place...this is our special little piece of heaven. You and me. And all these cute little fish,” I said with a giggle. My body shook under the small rumble of his laugh. “But I don’t care about all that other stuff. We’re here together now, baby, that’s all that matters to me.”
"How the fuck do'ya do that?" he whispered, watching his fingers tearing at a small piece of bread.
"Do what?"
He let out a sigh as my fingers curled around his jaw and I pressed my cheek to his hunched shoulder blade. "Make everythin'...I don't know, make it seem okay?" He lifted his stare to the fish still swimming about in front of us. "It's like ya never worry 'bout shit and ya always know the right thing to say. Don't know how ya do it."
I pressed my mouth to his hot skin, my eyes flicking across the dark freckles that speckled along his shoulder. "I don't know, Ni. I guess I don't feel like I have to worry with you. Like...no matter what happens, we will get through it and make it work. It's just...easy."
He huffed out a breathy laugh. "Easy?"
"Yes, despite everything...it’s easy.”
He let a shy smile spread at his lips. "Well, you are easy to love, darlin'."
I gave him a smile, my fingers scratching lightly into his stubble. "And you're cute." Stretching my neck, my lips pressed a small kiss right below his ear. “I love you, kid.”
He turned his face slightly, barely catching my stare out of the corners of his eyes as he gave me a tiny nose scrunch. Reaching up his hand with his bent elbow resting on the dock, he cupped it around the back of my head, nuzzling the slightly sweaty side of his face against my forehead.
“Love you too.”
April 8th 12:25pm - Spending the days relaxing and sunbathing on the beach; the sweltering sun beating down on our bodies as we listened to music and talked, drinking casually and romping around in the water, laughing and playing until we were both too exhausted to do anything else, was exactly how I had envisioned this whole trip. The two of us, alone with each other, happy and tranquil, with no other cares in the world.
“Readin’ again?” he said, reaching over and flicking at the back of my book. Propped up on my elbows as I laid on my tummy on a spread out towel on the beach, I glanced at him over the top of my sunglasses. All splayed out on his back on top of his own towel, the bright sun soaking into his already slightly burnt skin. His other hand was tucked up under his messy hair and his black Ray Bans covered his bright blue eyes.
“I like this book.”
“I like you,” he stated, using his fingertip to bop the tip of my nose. “And you’re cute sunburnt nose.”
He chuckled and I flinched back in a giggle, shaking my head. "Hey! Don't be talking about my nose when yours is as red as a fucking cherry," I quipped with a laugh.
I watched his mouth turn down as he rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Shut up," he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his chest hair. “Wanna go in the water?”
Kicking my feet up, I whipped my head around to look down towards the ocean, momentarily watching the small waves as they rolled up onto the shore. Biting at my lip, I looked back down at my book, holding the page open with my fingers. “Nah, I’m good.”
He let out a groan, rolling over to his side and lifting up on his elbow right next to me before slapping his big hand to my bottom. “C’mon, Summer...” he whined out, my name dragging out slowly.
“Stop being a whiney baby,” I joked with him, turning my face and quickly smashing a kiss to his puffy pink mouth.
“I‘m not bein’ whiney,” he grumbled out, gripping his fingers around the full of my ass. He bent down pressing his mouth to the jut of my raised shoulder, his tongue licking a tiny patch at my salt covered skin. “Just wanna spend time with ya.”
“We are spending time, Niall.” I looked over at him through the corners of my eyes. “It’s literally me and you on this entire side of the island. There is no one else to spend time with.” I let out a snort, flicking my eyes back down to my book. Feeling his fingers begin to creep down, I clamped my thighs together, biting down on my lip.
“Hey!” he huffed out, yanking his hand out between my legs.
“I told you, Niall, I’m trying to read.”
“You’re no fun,” he mumbled, with a playfully tone. I looked over at him, a smirk tugging at his lips and I rolled my tongue in my mouth at his comment.
“You weren’t saying that last night,” I shot back, raising my brows. He let out a chuckle, dropping his head down towards the line of sand that separated our two towels.
“C’mon, darlin’, just come in the water with me for a little bit,” he begged, his voice going high.
“Niall! I’m trying to read!”
“That’s it!” he yelled, jumping up to his feet. “You fuckin’ done it now, girl.” I let out a scream as I felt his big hands wrap around my waist, quickly yanking me up off the towel.
“Niall James!” I shouted out in a laugh, my book slipping from my fingers as I struggled to stand on my feet.
“You’re comin’ in the water with me!” he yelled again, wrapping his one arm all the way around my waist as he tucked his other arm underneath my knees. He picked me up in a huff, my arm swinging around his neck as my head fell back in a laugh.
“You’re so fucking ridiculous!” I called out loudly, my breath sticking in my throat as he tickled me at my ribs and I choked out a laugh.
He laughed out loud back at me as he started to walk out towards the water. “You’re so fuckin' ridiculous,” he mocked playfully, a big smile on his face as I slung both arms tight around his neck and pressed a kiss right up under his jaw. He began shuffling out into the water, my jaw dropping as I let out a squeal from the chilly water that he roughly splashed up on my body.
Catching his stare as he walked a bit further out, he gave me a tiny nose scrunch and I returned the cute gesture before he bit at his lip and turned around, a blood curdling scream leaving my mouth and my fingers gripping tight around his shoulders as he leaned back, both of us falling straight into the water.
4:41pm - I let out out a huff, tossing my beach bag onto the floor of our villa’s bedroom as I brushed my hands down over my body, still only clad in my bikini. “I’m so fucking sandy,” I grumbled out, running my hands up through my sticky salty hair, my face pulling in from the undesired texture against my fingertips. “Gross.”
“Beach’ll do that to ya, darlin’,” Niall mumbled as he walked in through the glass door after me. “Wanna go out to dinner tonight?” he then asked, tossing down the towels and the small cooler we had taken down with us. “Last night here and all.”
“Yeah, sure. Could go for some good seafood.”
“Sick,” he said, running his hands through his damp hair, “we’ll see if we can find a good place then.”
I hummed out in response and heard his bare feet pad against the carpeted floor as he walked past me while I stood facing the end of the bed. I looked back at him over my shoulder as he stepped over to the open vanity sink, a small trail of water dripping along the floor from his still wet swimming trunks.
“You’re dripping, Niall,” I said to him, raising my brows as he grabbed a fresh towel off a rack and began rubbing it over his face and head.
He turned towards me, lowering the towel to wipe at his chest, a smirk coming over his lips as my comment turned dirty in his mind. “Not gonna be the only one,” he remarked with a huffed chuckle and a quirked brow.
“Such a boy,” I snipped sarcastically, rolling my eyes and looking back down at the edge of the bed. Leaning over slightly, I pressed my fingertips to the mattress to balance myself as I slipped off my sandals.
Making me gasp in short breath, I felt the rough heat from his fingertips run across the middle plane of my back, pinching at the strings of my tie back bikini top. “What are you doing?” I asked softly, flicking my stare to him over my shoulder.
He gently pulled at the strings, untying it and letting the top dangle open from my neck before his fingers dragged up to the nape, pushing my dark hair over my one shoulder and pinching at the ties. He leaned in, my body melting from the hot press of his mouth right at the curve of my shoulder. “Takin off your suit for ya. It‘s all wet,” he breathed out, turning his face and pressing another kiss to the side of my neck as he pulled at the second set of strings, the top falling from my body.
I let my eyes flutter as my lips pulled up into a smile. “Well, aren’t you sweet,” I whispered gently, his mouth sucking tenderly as his thumbs tucked into the waistband of my bottoms right at the sides of my hips. I gulped in a breath as he pushed down my bottoms, his mouth trailing down my still sandy skin as he dragged the bottoms down my legs and bent down to help me step out of them.
“Turn ‘round,” he demanded as he stood back up. I slowly turned around to look up at him, completely naked in front of him while he was still in his own suit. I tipped my head to the side and watched as his heavy darkened stare floated down my body. He looked back into my eyes, his brow raising as he nodded behind me. “Get on the bed.”
Darting my stare with his, I curled my toes into the carpet. “Being awfully bossy there, little boy.”
“Shh,” he said to me, pulling his brows in as he shook his head slightly and reached out to grab around my waist. Leaning into me, he pressed a kiss to my mouth, resting his head to mine as he pulled away and licked the taste of me off his lips. “Get. On. The. Bed,” he growled, stressing each word separately, his accent rough on his tongue.
Rolling my lips into my mouth, I felt him give me a tiny push at my hips and I dropped back onto the bed. Laying on my back, he looked down at me, my dark hair fanned out as I spread my body out in the middle of the large mattress, my bent up legs pressed together.
I could see the dark of his pupils spread through his big blue eyes, his hands curling into his fists as he gnawed at his lips. He stared down at my naked frame, his tongue jutting out of his mouth in thought before flicking his eyes to mine, that familiar hungry look flashing in his eyes as he turned and walked over to one of his suitcases.
Raising up on my elbows, I knitted my brows together as I rested my head on my hunched shoulder. “What’re you doing?” I asked, my stare glued to him as he turned around and began walking back over to me, two silk neckties in his hand.
My eyes went wide, my body plopping back down against the mattress in a huff as he stepped to the end of the bed right in front of my bent legs. I watched a cocky smirk tug at his pink lips as his rough hands pushed at my knees to spread my legs apart. Sucking in a breath, my lips slowly parted, my tummy sucking in gently as he slid his body between my thighs, hovering himself over me. His swimsuit was chillingly cold against me, goosebumps breaking out over the exposed skin as he pressed himself flush into me. Resting on his elbow that was perched right by my head, he reached up with his other hand, lightly curling his fingers around my throat.
My breathing began to quicken in my chest, my dark eyes darting with his as I tilted my chin up pleading with him to kiss me. I could feel his hot breath beating out against my mouth, the thick stench of the sea and sweat permeating off his body and filling my lungs.
Nudging his nose to mine, my eyes slowly closed as his lips brushed to mine, my hands sliding up to rest around his ribcage. I felt the slight puff of his breath at my begging mouth as he let out a chuckle. “Put your hands above your head,” he growled out to me, his deep voice making my eyes pop open.
Staring up at him, I swallowed hard, slowly moving my arms up over my head. I stared up at him, the underside of his stubbled jaw and the tiny flutter of his dark lashes the only thing I could see as he leaned up and used his hands to clasp my wrists together. My chest rose high as I gulped down heavy breaths and tipped my head back, watching as he slipped the one silk tie through the headboard slats and wrapping them around my pressed wrists, tying a sturdy knot. He pulled at it, making sure it was secure.
Pressing his mouth into a line as he fiddled with it, he tipped his head down to look at me, catching my wide stare. “It’s not too tight, is it?” he asked me quietly, his voice soothing. I smiled up at him, the thought that even in a moment like this, a time when inhibitions were at their lowest and adrenaline was high, he was still worried about hurting me. Worried that he would cause me unwarranted pain. This is why I loved him.
Shaking my head no, I licked at my lips, my thighs involuntarily curling up around his hips as he slid his hand down the span of my out stretched arm. “Gonna cover your eyes now, okay?” he said, looking at the other tie that was laced through his fingers before glancing back down at me.
Tucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I slowly nodded my head at him, my heart racing uncontrollably in my chest. I was certain he could feel the incessant pounding against him, hear it thumping wild as the desire began to soar through my body. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt him place the other tie over my eyes, gently lifting my head so he could secure it behind my head. His fingers caressed down the side of my face, my breaths catching in my throat as he carefully traced the calloused pads of his fingers along the outline of my parted lips.
I struggled to hold in my whimpers, the absence of my sight making the feel of his hot touch even more heightened as he left a burning path of neediness with every ghost across my tender skin. “Niall…” I whined, my voice weak with lust.
Rolling my hips up into him, he heavily breathed out onto me as his fingers gripped around the side of my face, his nose pushing into my cheek as he pressed a kiss up under my jaw. I gasped in breath at the feeling, my body wiggling a bit beneath him as he sucked gently at my salty sun kissed skin. “D’ya trust me?" he mumbled, his thumb rubbing across my cheek.
My lips trembled as he sucked across my throat, begging to feel his perfect little mouth on mine as I blew jumbled breaths past. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he snapped back, his rough voice rumbling deep from his throat, his teeth faintly grazing at my neck.
“Yes…” I stammered out, gulping in a heavy breath as I knew just what he wanted, “Yes, master.”
I felt the smirk of his lips against my throat as his wet mouth dragged up over my chin, sliding right to the corner of my mouth. “Good girl,” he whispered, swirling his hips down between my legs as he finally pressed his mouth to mine.
Humming out into his mouth, my wrists tugged helplessly at the restraints, the feeling of his tongue sliding against mine driving me insane. I could feel the warmth already pooling at my center, the want I had for him, the craving always too overwhelming for me. He could completely overpower me and he fucking knew it.
His mouth left mine, my red bitten lips parting as I pushed my head back into the mattress, his spit coated mouth trailing down over the jut of my throat. Whimpering out, my back arched off the bed as his hands pressed down the sides of my body, gripping tight at my waist as his teeth nipped at my collarbones before pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat. I could feel his body sliding down between my legs, his mouth leaving a wet path across my heaving chest, his tongue lapping at the swell of my breasts.
His mouth paused briefly, a tiny whimper slipping past my lips as he hastily pushed his body up from mine. “Hold on,” he whispered, the bed jostling as he hopped off, “Be right back.”
My jaw fell slack, my head lifting up off the bed as I unsuccessfully tried to look around for him. “Niall?” I called out, my small voice broken, “Niall, where…”
Pressing my mouth closed as I listened carefully; the faint sound of a door opening and closing the only thing I could make out. I puffed out a frustrated breath, my arms pulling down at the ties as my knees clasped together. “Niallllll…” I whined, dropping my elbows lax against the bed, “Niall....pleas–”
Sucking in a quick gasp, my body tensed and my mouth fell open as a freezing numbness slowly slid down the valley of my breasts. “Oh fuck...what…the–”
“Shh,” he shushed me again, his one hand pushing my legs apart so he could slide his now naked body back in between them. “Trust me,” he whispered.
“It’s fucking cold, Ni,” I mumbled, my tongue dipping out to wet my dry lips.
I heard him chuckle, moving his body to hover back over mine as the trial of wet cold skimmed across my chest. “It’s just ice, love.”
Blowing heavy breaths past rounded lips, I felt him lean down, his mouth quickly replacing his fingers around the ice cube as he held it in between his teeth. Cupping my breasts with both hands, I whimpered loudly as he dragged the ice cube over them, my body shivering from the extreme contrast of his hot mouth and the frozen ice.
My toes curled into the blankets as I felt him slowly twirl it around my nipple, the reaction immediate. “Makes your nipple really fuckin’ hard,” he muttered almost incoherently as his lips curled around the ice cube. Tossing my head back, I let out a laugh, my tummy shaking under him as the sound filled the heated space.
“Why’ya laughin’?” he asked me, pulling the ice off my body and lifting up on his elbow. I could feel his stare on my face as I brought my chin back down.
“ ‘Cause, even when you’re trying to be a big man,” I said back to him, rolling my hips up into him, “you’re still a little boy.”
I felt his body lift off of me once again, his big hand grabbing at my one thigh and pushing my legs down to the side before a loud smack rang out and a jolt of sharp pain shot through my body. Giving him a squeal, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as he roughly spread my legs again and slipped himself back in between. “Be a good girl,” he demanded, his accent thicker than I had ever heard it before. Leaning over me, his big hands wrapped around my ribcage and his mouth pressed harsh to my nipple, his mouth sucking hard.
My mouth dropped open, no sounds being able to form as my back arched high off the bed and my thighs clamped up around his slim hips. “Fuck…” I breathed out, his teeth pulling back on my nipple before letting it snap back and moving to the other. “Yes, master.”
He smirked around my breasts, his fingers digging into my trembling flesh as his mouth moved down over my shaky tummy. My hips bared down into the mattress, his hot mouth skimming over my belly button before he pulled off my skin once again. I let out a whimper as I felt the cold press of another ice cube twirl around my belly button and trail down to the top of my pubic bone.
“Jesus Christ, baby…” I whispered, my bottom lifting off the bed slightly as he slid his lean frame all the way down, his hands dragging heavy over my hips to lock around the underside of my thighs. The pads of his rough fingers pulled at the sticky flesh of the top of my thighs, spreading me open for him. Gulping in a breath, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, my fingernails curling tight into my clenched fists as his warm mouth slowly dragged the ice cube towards my heated center. Sliding it over my folds, he wasted no time, his puffy lips brushing at my skin with each teasing pass of the frozen ice.
My head pushed back into the mattress, my eyes squeezing shut under the blackness of the blindfold as my body trembled with need for him. I rolled my hips towards his face, his mouth pulling away from me before I felt the slowly drip of frigid water hit at my clit making my calves clamp down around his biceps.
“Oh shit,” I yelped, my mouth dropping open as the mix of ice cold water and hot spit slowly slipped down my throbbing slit. I heard a chuckle leave his mouth, the hot air blowing out through his nose and swarming my wet skin. Bucking my hips up, I felt his grip tighten on my thighs, desperately trying to hold me still as he lightly pressed the tip of the ice cube at my clit, gently using his teeth to flick it back and forth. “Oh God…baby,” I whined, my voice high as the air was getting pinched in my throat, “Baby, please…”
My toes curled into the bed as I pushed my face into the side of my arm, rolling my lips into my mouth as he slowly continued to flick the ice at my clit. “Please...baby,” I begged him, my stomach pulling in as my back arched, “Baby, your mouth...fucking...please, please, baby please…”
I felt him raise his mouth from me, dropping the ice from between his teeth before the wet heat of his mouth hovered right over my drenched center. “Gonna make ya come so many fuckin’ times,” he mumbled, his breath beating out against me, “You’re gonna forget who the fuck you’re callin’ baby.”
His mouth slammed to my clit, my body contorting up from the sensation as a low cry fell from my lips. His hand slipped from around my thigh, two of his fingers running down my slit once before pushing straight into my center, burying knuckle deep inside me. My breath hitched in my throat, his hot tongue swirling through, his lips pulling me inside his mouth to suck hard. I couldn’t see a fucking thing, but I knew his dark half lidded eyes were glued to me, watching as I reacted to him. My body trembled like crazy, his thick fingers hooking inside me and fucking up against my upper wall as his mouth ravaged my clit. I could hear the sloppy sounds from him eating me, the feel of his unshaven scruff rubbing my skin raw.
Gulping in breaths, my chest heaved, my stomach tensing as I rolled my hips, pushing my center against his mouth, fucking into his face as he worked me hard. The tie tightened against my wrists, my arms pulling as my body began to feel the twinges of my orgasm start to flow from my heat. Quick and rushed, he sucked hard at me, flicking his tongue and licking down my slit as he pumped his fingers. My thighs began to shake, my feet pressing hard into the mattress as I lifted my bottom up slightly to meet his thrusting fingers and heated mouth.
I bit deep into my bottom lip, my chest raising high as I held in my breath. My entire body clenched, my head pushing back into the mattress as my mouth dropped open, no sounds falling out as my orgasm unexpectedly flew through my body. His hand gripped to my thigh, keeping my quivering body steady as he worked me through, his fingers flicking up inside me as his mouth began to slowly suck, his lips wrapped tightly around my clit.
“Fuck!” I finally cried out, the word stammering off my tongue as I choked in heavy breaths. “Fuck...oh my God.”
Slipping his fingers from me, a small whine falling off my lips as he pulled his mouth off my clit with a smack. My body recoiled in loss as he moved from between my legs, my thighs clamping shut. “Damn,” he said, his voice low, “you taste fuckin’ good. All salty and shit.”
I let out a giggle, bringing my chin to my chest before his hands were at my knees again, slowly spreading apart my trembling legs. Letting them fall lax to the sides, I gasped in a breath as I felt the rough pads of his fingers slide down my soaked center, hot and slippery from his spit and my orgasm.
With his one hand still placed at my knee, he pushed two fingers back inside me, my mouth falling agape as he slowly twisted his wrist and, oh God, so fucking slowly pushing his curved fingers deep inside my swollen worked center. “Mmm,” he hummed out, “so fuckin’ warm.”
My breath began to quicken again, my body jolting with every achingly slow drag of his fingers against my inner walls. “Want me to fuck ya, darlin’?” he asked, the gravel in his voice making me wetter than anything else. “Tell me what ya want.”
My head tipped back slightly, my dry lips parting. “I want...I…want...” My heavy breaths choked out past my lips as he pushed his fingers all the way inside me, my tongue pressing to my top teeth as I breathed out a smirk. “I want my master to fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers swiftly yanking from my body before I felt the throbbing head of his cock swirl gently at my opening and pushing all the way inside me. I cried out, the fullness of his thick length pressing up against my walls as he thrusted into me making my body convulse beneath him.
He pushed deep inside me, his hands now pressed to the back of my thighs as he fucked me rough. I could hear the sounds of him. The sound of his cock slipping inside me, our juices mixing together as he fucked into me, the sounds of our skin slapping together, the sounds of his low grunts, small hisses slipping past his clenched jaw. I could smell him. The sweat and mustiness from our heated bodies as they worked together. I could feel him, every fucking inch of him pushing up inside me, his slim hips sticking to my skin, his fingers digging deep into my soft flesh.
My body shook, my stomach pulling in as I clenched down around him, my center already begging to come again. I could feel the shot of pleasure soar up through my heat as the ridge of his tip slid right against my g-spot, his slim hips angling up just right, just like he knew how to do, with every thrust, determined to get me off once again.
I felt his one hand uncurl from around my thigh, my leg falling to the side as he pressed his sweaty palm to my trembling stomach. I sucked in a deep breath, my chest rising high as he dragged his hand up between my breasts, his rough fingers wrapping fully around my bared neck. “Fuckin’ come,” he ordered me, the raspy accent booming off the walls. “Can feel ya tightenin’ ‘round me. Fuckin’ come on me cock.”
His fingers squeezed around my neck, my mouth dropping open as my held breath stuck in my throat. My face began to tingle from the lack of air, my fists clenching tight as I arched my back and rolled my hips down onto the bed as he thrust deeper into me. “Fuckin’ come,” he demanded again, burying himself as far into me as he could and holding himself there as he swirled his hips. I tried to suck in a needed breath, my arms yanking at the ties as my body began to shake, my stomach nearly folding in on itself. My body clenched, the heat ripping all the way through to my limbs.
His hand pressed down on my throat, my face flushing red with lack of oxygen as he thrust hard into me one last time, my body finally letting go. Convulsing wild under him, his grip loosened on my neck and I loudly gasped for air, my chest heaving as I cried out. I felt a hot tear slip down my cheek as I squeezed my eyes shut, the tiny flashes of light the only thing I could see as I trembled and shook around him, his body half hovering over me as he steadily fucked me.
“Un-untie me, Niall,” I begged him, my voice staggered and broken as I continued to pulse around him, “Please.”
“No,” he quipped, his hand dragging back down my body. “Be a good girl.”
I let out a cry, sucking in a jumbled breath as he pushed up on his knees on the bed, leaning his body all the way over top of me. He flat palmed a hand next to my rib cage, holding himself up as his grabbed at the back of my thigh with his other hand and pinned it up to my chest. My teeth sunk into my lip, his body sliding against me as he fucked even harder into me and his cock dragging so deliciously against my swollen walls, I was positive if he kept going I would come all over again.
My pulse raced fast in my chest, his slim hips slamming against the back of my thighs and I could feel the heavy twitch of his cock, his thrusts getting sloppy as he began to succumb to his own needed orgasm. His thick breaths panted heavily out onto my sweat coated chest, my nipples standing erect from the heavy release of my orgasm and the sweltering heat of his body. Small whimpers left his mouth, and I swear if I focused hard enough, I could picture his face. I knew what he looked like when he got this close, that fucked out look that washed over his pretty little face as he teetered on the sweet edge of release. It was something I lived for.
His fingers dug into my skin, his other hand white knuckling the bed covers as he pushed his hips down, burying himself deep. I let out a shallow gasp, the feeling of him filling me completely always making me lose my breath. Fuck, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see him. I needed to. Pulling at my arms, I desperately tried to wriggle free from the restraints, my body jolting every so often from the power of his thrusts before I felt him go rigid inside me, his body quickly pulling away as he slipped his cock out of me.
I sucked in a breath from the loss and felt his one leg straddle over my thigh, the sound of him sloppily stroking his slick cock and heavy pants filling the stifled air around us. “Fuck...oh fuck,” he groaned, the only words that slipped past his lips before I felt the hot wet of his cum spurt out across my breasts. He let out a few grunts, his hand slowly stroking himself dry as he dribbled out the last few drops of his orgasm onto my heaving chest.
“Niall…” I breathed out to him, smiling as I licked at my lips.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he mumbled, letting go of his spent cock and moving his leg from over top mine.
I uncurled my fingers from my tight fists as my body slowly started to come down. “Please untie me now,” I pleaded softly, “Baby I need to touch you–”
My breath once again caught in my throat as I felt his hot tongue press flat to one of my breasts, the tip curling up around my nipple as he gently sucked off his load. I moaned out, my legs curling up around his hips as he slowly trailed his tongue across my orgasm laced skin, gathering up all his cum. Fuck. God, I needed to see this. I needed to fucking see him.
My body trembled and my lips shook as he traced his tongue up my throat and over my chin, his mouth finally meeting my lips. He pushed his tongue past my parted mouth, his bitter load still resting on the flat of it and he kissed me deep, sharing the salty musty taste of him. I whimpered against his lips, our slick spit and his opaque white cum swapping between our hungry mouths. His hand clasped around my jaw, holding me into the kiss before he pulled back to let both of us swallow him down.
I let out a giggle, licking at my lips as he dropped his mouth back down to suck at my neck. I felt the slight brush of his fingers at my hair as he reached behind my head and slowly began untying the tie, my eyes fluttering open as he pulled it off my face.
Finally getting to see him, I was met with a smirk and his flushed pink face all puffy and coated with a sheen of sweat. “Hey, darlin’. Good to see ya,” he joked, his voice soft. His hand caressed the side of my face, and I turned towards it, my eyes glued to his as I pressed a tiny kiss to the pad of his thumb. He quirked his brows to me and I nuzzled my face into the warmness of his palm.
“Gonna untie my hands now?” I whispered, biting at my lip.
“No.”
I pulled in my brows, my body wiggling under him as he still hovered between my bent legs. “What?”
“I‘m not done.”
I darted my wide eyes with him, my mouth dropping open in a shallow gasp as he pushed his hand down between our bodies, his two fingers slipping right back inside my slick center. My body careened against him, already over sensitive and being so close to coming before that it made my eyes roll back as he cupped his big hand around my heat. His middle and ring finger flicked up against my g-spot as the palm of his hand rubbed right at my clit.
My hips bored down into the mattress, my breath pouring heavy out past my lips as he watched me, big blue eyes fixated on my face and his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. “Niall…” I whined, the twinges of my third orgasm quickly rushing up from my swollen and used center, “Fuck...I...I’m gonna come…”
He worked me harder with his fingers, his palm rubbing perfectly at my clit as his fingertips hooked and pumped inside me. He kept his other hand cradled at my face as he stared down at me, my eyes darting with his as my body began to shake. I swallowed hard, gasping in a breath before my eyes fluttered closed and a long cry left shot out of my mouth, my center pulsing wildly around his thick fingers. I clamped my thighs around his hips, my toes curling as I strained against the ties, my wrists bright red from the tightness.
“God, Niall...fuck yes, baby…” I stammered out, broken and listless as I quivered uncontrollably below him, my hips rocking against his hand. Slowly gasping in air as I tried to catch my breath, I licked at my lips, goosebumps spreading across every exposed area of my skin as I mouthed the word ‘fuck’ over and over again under my breath, his skilled fingers working me through. I stared up at him, his beautiful eyes focused intently on me as he watched, his sweet little mouth parted slightly but never uttering a single sound.
Slowly pulling his fingers from me, I let out a hushed giggle as my body shuddered against him. He smiled down at me as he brought his hand up to my mouth and traced his heavily coated fingers along my bottom lip. Watching as I gently parted my mouth, my tongue barely slipped out to faintly lick at his slick fingertips. Shooting his stare back to mine, I nodded my head at him, my eyes fluttering closed as he slipped his fingers into my mouth and slowly pumped them against my tongue as I lightly sucked the taste of myself off of him.
He let out a chuckle and I peeled my eyes at the sound, just catching the corner of his mouth tug up before he pushed them down my throat making me unexpectedly gag around them. I squeezed my eyes closed and he quickly pulled them out as I gasped. “Niall!” I laughed out in a cough, looking back up at him as I moved my leg to knee him in the bum.
He smiled big, his eyes squinting with small lines creasing at the corners as he let out a snort and dropped his face down to my chest. “Sorry,” he mumbled between chuckles as he looked back at me, “Just love watchin’ ya gag on me.”
I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. “You’re such a fucking boy,” I quipped, “Now get me outta these things, I wanna touch you.” I yanked a bit at the restraints with a huff to get his attention.
He smiled down at me, his tongue jutting out to rest at the corner of his mouth as he moved his body up a bit and began loosening the ties around my wrists.
Tipping my head back to watch, I wiggled my fingers as he pulled at the last knot, my hands finally slipping free. “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” he mumbled, tipping his chin down to look at me. I bit at my lip, my hands immediately grasping around his stubbled jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. He leaned on his elbows by my shoulders, his own big hands cradling softly around my face as he kissed me back. Slow and soft, I ran my hands up through the back of his head, lightly gripping onto his hair as I tenderly slipped my tongue past his lips, desperate to just have the sweet taste of him linger in my mouth forever.
Breaking the kiss, he rested his sticky forehead to mine, our breaths blowing out heavy onto each other. “No, baby,” I said softly, my thumbs tracing down the side of his face, right by his ears. “You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.”
I darted eyes with him, watching as his lips tugged up at the corners. “In fact,” I continued, narrowing my eyes a bit as I licked at my lips, “I don’t think any man has ever gotten me off that many times in a row before.”
My eyes lit up as I watched him pull his face back, a huge pleased grin spreading across his flushed face as he squished up his little sunburnt nose. “Really?” he asked, his voice going high a bit.
I gave him a chuckle and leaned my chin up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Really.”
“Sick,” he mumbled as I rolled my eyes in a laugh.
I followed the movement of my fingers as reached up up to brush some of his hair that had stuck across his forehead. “I’m hungry,” I mumbled, tucking my lips into my mouth.
His fingers curled into my sandy hair, pinching lightly at a few strands. “Me too,” I turned my face towards the bathroom, his stare following mine.
“Wanna take a shower before we go to dinner?” I asked him, catching his stare again.
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed, giving me a smile, “Race ya!”
I rolled my eyes in a huff as he lifted his body from mine and jumped off the bed. With a smile on my face, I watched as he shuffled his feet across the carpet, half jogging over to grab a few towels off the rack that was near the open vanity. Covering my mouth to hold in my giggles, I watched as his foot hit the wet ceramic floor and slipped out from under him, his naked body almost falling to the floor before he not so graciously caught himself. He let out a loud laugh as he yanked the towels off the rack and walked in through the bathroom door, turning on the shower.
God, I loved this boy.
April 9th 6:29am - “You gotta get dressed!” he yelled out to me from inside the bedroom. I pulled in a deep breath, my eyes slowly pressing closed to soaked up the last of the warm salty morning air. Truly nothing like it. I could hear the faint sound of the waves crashing on the beach and a few seagulls in the distance. I never wanted it to end. This trip would be something I would never forget.
“Summer!” he called out to me again, this time his voice closer. I turned to look over my shoulder at him as he stood at the glass door of the villa. “You gotta get dressed, love, our plane leaves in like an hour.”
I trailed my eyes down him; a black hat covering up his mess of bed head, a black fitted tee and a pair of loose grey sweat shorts on his lean little body with a pair of runners on his feet. He looked awfully cute. “I know. I will,” I mumbled, turning my face back out to the ocean as I stood out on the sundeck and took a small sip of my tea. I heard him let out a sigh before walking out onto the deck to join me.
He stepped up behind me, slipping his arms around my robe clad waist and tucked his chin down on my shoulder. “Don’t wanna leave, eh?”
I drew in a eased breath, my lips pressing in a line as I ran my fingers across the top of his. “No,” I mumbled, gingerly shaking my head, “Kinda would like to stay here forever.”
He let out a chuckle, his warm breath bursting out against my neck making my eyes flutter. “I’d kinda like that too,” he whispered, “But, we gotta long ass flight to catch, babe. Get dressed.” He pulled back and slapped a hand across my ass.
My body jumped from the action, my tea sloshing out of my mug and down my hand. “You jerk!” I said with a laugh, flinging my foot out behind me to try and kick his shins. He laughed, bending down to shield me with his hands as he backed away.
“Too slow, love,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered back into the room to finish packing. I rolled my eyes at him, a smile spreading on my face as I crossed my one arm over my chest and took in a deep breath, staring back out as I watched the glow of golden sun trickle across the waves of the water that was just beginning to rise.
April 10th 2:57am - “Holy shit,” I grumbled as we climbed into the car that was waiting for us as we returned back to London.
“What?” he asked, sliding into the back seat next to me and shutting the door.
I glanced over at him, my eyes wide. “Have you checked any of your messages yet?” I said to him, watching as he leaned his bottom up off the seat to snatch his phone from his back pocket.
“No, not yet.”
“I have fifty seven missed calls from Clare over this past week,” I said, looking down at my phone.
“Jesus,” he blurted out his stare fixated down at his own phone as he turned it on. “Fifty seven? That’s insane.”
I reached over to buckle myself in as I dialed her number, putting the phone up to my ear. No matter that it was early in the morning, I knew she would answer. God, I hope she was okay. It rang a few times and I glanced over at Niall, watching his thin lips part and his brows pull in as he scrolled through his phone.
Turning my stare to the window, I reached up to nervously tuck my hair behind my ear and gnawed at the inside of my lip. “Summer?!” she blared out, finally answering my call.
“Clare! Oh my God, is everything alright? Are you...are you okay?” The words rushed past my lips as I wiggled my leg.
“Yes, yes, Sum, I’m fine!” she replied, her voice doing that weird high pitched thing it always does, “But…” I heard her suck in a deep breath, “Sum, everyone knows.”
I knitted my brows, my bottom lip pulling into my mouth. “What? What are you talking about?”
“There’s pictures, Summer,” she said quietly, my heart beginning to pound in my chest as I felt Niall lightly tap his finger on my thigh. I flicked my stare over to him and he nodded down towards his phone in his hand as he held it out to me. My eyes flew across the small screen, my stomach dropping.
“Of you and Niall,” she continued, “The pictures are everywhere.”
Mai squinted at her reflection in the mirror and sighed heavily at the sight of the darker hue coloring the tender skin under her eyes. She pinched her cheeks and bit her lips lightly with the hope to replace their paleness with a suitable rosy colour, but the outcome didn't meet her expectations. Only a good dreamless night of sleep could repair her damaged complexion, but that had been a luxury recently.
In the last few days, every time she had let her head hit her pillow she had felt herself thrown back into these sunny flowery hills and this weird stone circle, the immovable silhouette of Naru -or the smiling version of him- waiting for her. Every night they had strolled in the fields and stopped at the highest hilltop to admire the scenery. She had seen it so many times now that she would be able to draw it in its tiniest details: a particularly large patch of poppies south, a small village and its grey church in the distance, the dusty road snaking around the hills, the little lake shimmering under the sun that Naru kept looking at in sorrow…
She couldn't understand why she was having this particular delusion, but her mind seemed determined to metamorphose the cold and sarcastic gentleman she knew into a nice, compassionate and melancholic person. In her dreams he always kept silent, but the gentleness of his gaze and the softness of his smile was enough to make her heart flutter and her resolution waver. Despite her vow not to succumb to his charm she had caught herself more than once wishing she'd see that beautiful smile on the real one…
Well, she had seen it, she recalled sourly, and even if it had only happened once the sight was engraved in her mind as if with a branding iron. Maybe that infernal smile was the cause of her recurrent night fantasy. It was all Shibuya's fault, her growing exhaustion or the ridiculous habit to wear her dressing gown in bed, which she had developed to avoid the mortification of being in a compromising state of dress in the presence of a gentleman, be it a dream or not. That infuriating Naru had been the source of too many headaches, she decided. But that smile, and the sadness that creeped sometimes in his gaze…
She shook her head meekly as to dispel any thoughts of him, and lazily spared her mirror a last glance to ensure her hair still was correctly arranged. Suddenly she froze in shock, and for a second she thought she was having an epiphany. The identical face smiling at her on the glass tickled the back of her mind furiously, but whatever luminous revelation it had been, it had faded almost instantly, slipping inexorably through her fingers, leaving her with this awful feeling of having something of the utmost importance on the tip of her tongue. She stared at her reflection for a minute or so, hoping it would trigger something again. But the moment was definitely lost, and nothing happened.
Fighting a surge of disappointment and frustration, she resigned herself to leave her bedroom to join the family downstairs.
After an uneventful breakfast the ladies gathered in the morning room, waiting for Takigawa's visit. The clergyman had come every day of the week prior to spend some time with his cousin, and Mai had rapidly grown fond of the gentleman. Masako, on the other hand, still opposed to his cheerful manners a rather cold and distant behaviour, but after her friend had told her how highly she thought of the man the dark-haired girl had started to mellow a little.
Lady Hara, on the contrary, was completely and utterly mesmerized by the man and his flirtatious flattery. Mai had never seen the old woman so civil and cordial, or her mood so bright. She hadn't even commented on her awful complexion this very morning! The young orphan was fairly certain that her cousin's cajolery toward her foster mother was his way of buying the lady's good disposition so that she could benefit from it. And each time the gentleman proffered an outrageously fake compliment to the mistress of the house, while Masako was cringing or barely restraining a roll of her eyes, Mai felt a surge of gratefulness for the clever and generous cousin who put her well-being above his ridicule.
The younger ladies were occupying themselves with embroidery work while their mother was reading out loud a book of sermons -a passion she had conveniently developed after meeting a certain clergyman- when they had the surprise to hear the recognizable voice of Ayako speaking to the maid in the vestibule.
"Ayako!" greeted Mai with unbridled enthusiasm, letting her half-embroidered fabric fall to the floor in her haste to welcome her friend. "It has been so long since we last saw you!"
"Indeed," replied Ayako, who smiled affectionally when she saw the brown-haired girl stumble clumsily before her. "We have not seen each other since the ball. I came with the hope to spend the day with you and keep you girls informed about the latest gossip! Lady Hara," she greeted with cold politeness, "I hope you will not mind my borrowing Mai and Masako for a little trip to Merryton."
"I would not have in different circumstances, however we very unfortunately have another visit already planned," replied the old lady with a tone that demented any sincere regret on her part. Her jealousy toward the Matsuzakis reflected into the unhealthy pleasure she took to oppose a refusal to the elegant and overly confident Ayako. "Mr Takigawa should arrive any minute now."
"Takigawa? I do not remember having the pleasure to hear about this gentleman?"
"He is a new acquaintance of ours. A very refined gentleman, with excellent taste," gloated the old woman.
"We met him very recently, he happens to be Mai's distant cousin," specified Masako while picking her sister's embroidery off the floor and setting it securely on the nearby console.
Ayako looked fairly astonished by the news, her eyebrows quirked in an interrogative expression.
"I was not aware you had any family left," she addressed her friend rather tactlessly. Realizing how insensitive the statement sounded, she hastily amended more gently. "I mean, it must have come as a surprise to you."
"It did," confirmed Mai . "But I am quite fond of my new cousin, so everything is for the best," she smiled.
"That is nice to hear," replied Ayako sincerely. "Well, I will take my leave now. I am very sorry to have come at such an inopportune moment, it certainly did not was my intention to intrude on a family reunion. I suppose we will soon find a more suitable occasion to see each other."
"Nonsense!" objected Mai. "You are absolutely welcome to stay, I would be more than happy to introduce my cousin to one of my dearest friends. And a little walk to Merryton sounds like a nice distraction, I am certain Takigawa will agree to join our little party."
Lady Hara looked nothing too pleased by the perspective of Ayako staying, but she couldn't possibly deny her foster daughter's right to present a family member to a friend. So she reluctantly grunted her approval.
"In that case, I will take upon your offer."
The auburn-haired woman immediately took place on a sofa and waited expectantly, obviously thrilled to meet another potential gossip subject. She didn't have to bear with her curiosity for too long since Takigawa made his appearance only a few minutes after.
Mai breathed in relief when her cousin entered the morning room: his attire was a lot more conservative than usual, and she had to admit that despite his goofy grin he was rather handsome. The gentleman performed his social duty by greeting the ladies of the house, his eyes narrowing in undisguised interest when they fell upon Ayako. After the required introduction the clergyman smiled charmingly to his new acquaintance and fell into his sycophantic ways immediately.
"Each time I enter this house I realize it holds the most charming creatures. What a lovely surprise to see their number has increased."
Lady Hara simpered in delight and batted her eyelashes, to Masako's utmost mortification. To spare her sister's pride and prevent any more foolish behavior from her mother, Mai promptly suggested that her her cousin should join their group for a little trip to Merryton.
"My fair cousin, nothing could agree me more than walking in such enchanting company. Moreover, I would gladly follow you to the other end of the Empire if that was your wish."
This time it was Mai's turn to blush in embarrassment before such an unabashed statement. Masako groaned audibly and Ayako had to cough to hide her reprobation before this evident attempt at flirting. To put an end to the uncomfortable silence that ensued the young orphan bid goodbye to her mother and hurriedly headed outdoors, the rest of their little crew following soon after.
"We should follow this path," indicated the cinnamon-eyed girl, pointing to a small country lane. "The apple trees along the road are in bloom, the sight is most pretty."
"Certainly not as pretty as you," promptly offered the gentleman. "Please lead the way, your enjoyment shall be my only compass and guide."
"Mr Takigawa, you seem to be well versed in the art of pleasing a woman's heart. May I ask if you think of these inspired comments in advance, or if they come to you on the spur of the moment?" asked Ayako with false ingenuity.
Masako's lips twitched upward suspiciously as she pretended to watch with great interest a cherry tree, while her sister slowed her pace significantly to stare wide-eyed at her sophisticated friend. The latter's statement earned the complete attention of Takigawa who didn't appear much deterred. If anything, amusement shone for a fleeting second into his brown gaze before he schooled his features into a mask of innocence.
"I have no merit celebrating youth and beauty, their mere presence should suffice to inspire any gentleman a gracious comment. However," he added, staring at Ayako intently, "I must admit that pleasing those whose freshness and assets have already wilted sometimes necessitates some preparation beforehand."
The auburn-haired woman emitted a strangled sound and blushed furiously, eyes shining with a murderous gleam. She was wealthy, handsome and witty, but also almost twenty six years old. And her drawing near the limit of suitable marriage age was an extremely sensitive topic. Mai immediately regretted having insisted on her meeting Takigawa: her friend had obviously started the hostilities, but her cousin had strung a dangerous chord. Ayako was widely known for her sharp tongue, and she feared the argument would escalate into some irreparable offense.
"Oh, but I am certain you could have many occasions to polish your skills," she seethed. "I highly suggest a mirror as your training partner."
"I have taken careful note of your advice, miss Matsuzaki, but I assure you there is no need to worry on my account. I have now plenty of material to work on."
"That is a relief. There is no doubt you are in dire need of such a competence, seeing as your fashion taste may attract more old matrons than elegant maidens. Did no one tell you that ponytails are out of date since decades ago?"
"That is extremely kind of you to share your knowledge about the previous decades' fashion with me. Should I suppose that you got such information firsthand?"
Ayako spluttered indignantly, her whole being vibrating from irritation, a dangerous fire lit in her brown eyes. Meanwhile, the clergyman's smug look was telling that the man felt he was up to the challenge. Mai and Masako send each other worried glances, not daring interrupt the heated verbal sparring, in spite of dreading its potential consequences.
Changing tactics, the lady opted for a more physical retaliation. She angled her closed parasol so that it blocked the gentleman's path, and the latter, too busy savoring his apparent victory, didn't notice it before his legs were effectively trapped by the elegant device. That made him lose his balance and after a rather unmanly yelp he fell face first onto the dusty road.
"How clumsy of me! Let me help you…oops!" said a remorseless Ayako, letting her purse fall heavily onto the back of Takigawa's head.
The two sisters were torn between laughing hysterically at this strange scene and showing some sympathy for the offended gentleman. They tacitly decided that staying out of the whole ordeal was the sagest position to adopt.
Mai's cousin ignored Ayako's helping hand, got up and sent her a vicious look, clutching his head with a pained frown.
"Shall I ask what exactly is kept in that purse of yours? I could swear it is filled with lead!"
"Mister Takigawa!" the auburn-haired woman exclaimed in fake outrage. "How bold of you to ask a lady to reveal the content of her purse! However, I am feeling generous enough to enlighten you. I simply carry coins, otherwise called money. Could it be that it is something you are not familiar with?"
The gentleman cursed under his breath and dusted his coat, but didn't reply, retroceding Ayako the upper hand. Satisfied, the lady smiled demurely.
"I hope you will not hold my clumsiness and this regrettable incident against me."
"Of course not," was the sarcastic reply. "Such an unfortunate chain of events was clearly beyond your control."
"What a relief! As you are the one and only family member of my dearest friend I would be devastated to lose your good opinion," she added almost warningly. As harsh as she could be, she was also very protective of Mai, and was letting the man know that dealing with the young orphan meant dealing with her, too.
"As long as I do not lose yours," bowed the gentleman, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
Masako took advantage of the momentary truce to divert their attention from the previous argument as the little city came into view.
"Ah, we are almost arrived at our destination. Have you ever been to Merryton, Mr Takigawa?"
"Not really. I only passed through the day of my arrival. But it seems to be a merry little town!"
The ladies cringed at the overused pun, but the mood undoubtedly took a lighter turn thanks to the clergyman's sense of humour. They were discussing what shop to visit first when a sweet but heavily accented voice rose at some distance behind them.
"Takigawa, fancy seeing you here!"
A short and juvenile-looking silhouette emerged from the crowded street, waving his hat energetically, blond hair shining under the sun.
"Brown!" replied the gentleman cheerfully. "What a great coincidence!"
At the very same moment Mai caught sight of Shibuya and Yasuhara riding horses down the street. She turned to the rest of the party to notify their arrival, but the words froze in her throat.
Without warning, Masako fainted.
AN: Sorry for the delay, life kinda got in the way. I hope you liked Monk and Ayako sparring, in any case I had much fun writing it. Next we will focus a bit more on John, because I love him and can’t leave him out of this story. A la prochaine!
I was heading down to Broadway about bought a record called “Little Shirley Beans" of course I got it for Old Phoebe. Later then I went to go meet up Sally at the Biltmore Hotel, although she arrived late she looked attractive. Sally then irritated me once we got to the ice skating arena she began to flirt with others. She then was angry and I left without her.
