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His Job Is Beach

birthday boy gets special treatment

warnings: smut, blowjob, sex on the beach, pretty straightforward

word count: 7.1k

It was supposed to be the perfect escape to somewhere warm, away from the monotony of the freezing cold and yet another birthday spent on the slopes. You’d both had your fill of ski trips and snowy landscapes, and this year, you were determined to give Alex something different. A sun-drenched island vacation in the dead of winter sounded like paradise. But reality? Reality had other plans.

You weren’t built for heat. Neither was he, really. Instead of leisurely days on the beach or exploring whatever tropical locales were around, the two of you had spent most of your time lying naked in the blissfully air-conditioned hotel room, bodies tangled together beneath cool sheets, just chasing relief from the oppressive sun. Sleep and sex. Not necessarily in that order. And it wasn’t like either of you minded.

But you were determined to get him to the beach before you left, no matter what.

He was sprawled on the bed, the lazy grin on his face telling you that he knew exactly what you were up to. His arms were crossed behind his head, eyes half-lidded as he watched you kneel between his legs. The tension in the room was warm, just like the sultry air outside. Only here, in the dim comfort of your room, everything was cooler. Slower.

“Come on.” you purred, your voice a soft plea as your lips grazed the length of him. “Just once, Alex. Let’s go to the beach. It’s not that bad.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Not that bad? You do know it’s like a hundred degrees out there, right?”

“Don’t be dramatic.” you teased, your tongue flicking against the sensitive head of his cock, eliciting a soft groan from him. “It’s not like I’m asking you to hike across a desert. We’ll go early, while it’s still cool. We’ll find some shade. Promise.”

His hips twitched, though he still managed to keep that languid composure, eyes following your every move. He was weighing his options. Or at least pretending to. He knew you’d get your way. The sight of him, so relaxed, so at ease, sent a thrill through you. His body glistened slightly with sweat from the warmth of the island, but here in the dim cool of the room, you had all the control.

“You’re relentless, you know that?” he murmured, his voice rough and amused.

“And you love it.” You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly as your lips brushed against the tip once more. “You know you’ll love the beach. The sand, the ocean. You haven’t been out there once.”

His breath hitched as you took him into your mouth, inch by inch, until his head tipped back slightly against the pillow. He groaned, fingers flexing against the back of his neck but still refusing to give in fully to the temptation of touching you.

“I’m not really a sand kind of bloke.” he managed, though his voice wavered just enough to let you know he was slipping. “Sand gets everywhere.”

You pulled back slightly, your lips leaving a wet trail along his cock. “I’ll make it worth your while.” you whispered, your breath hot against him.

“Is that what this is?” he asked, his voice rasping. “Bribery?”

“Call it persuasion.” you smirked, lips curling up as you kissed the tip of him again before running your tongue along his shaft. You could feel him getting harder under your touch, his body betraying the act of indifference he was trying to keep up.

His head lifted slightly, those deep, dark eyes fixed on you. “And what’s the catch?”

You grinned up at him, shifting your position to get a better angle as you took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, until a sharp breath hissed from between his teeth.

“You,” you said, pulling off slowly, “just have to let me put sunscreen on you. Don’t want you burning, do we?”

Alex groaned, dropping his head back again, arms still propped beneath it like he was trying his best to maintain any semblance of control. But the way his body was reacting to you? He was already yours.

“You’ll do all the work?” he asked, voice strained.

You nodded, licking a long stripe up his cock before meeting his gaze again. “All of it. You just lie there, let me take care of you.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but his breathing was ragged now, his control slipping with every motion of your mouth. “Tempting.”

“I thought so.” you murmured, before taking him deeper again, your fingers tightening slightly around the base of his cock as you worked him in steady, rhythmic strokes with your mouth. His groans grew louder, more unrestrained, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every second.

“Fine, fine.” he gasped, finally giving in. “We’ll go to the bloody beach.”

You looked up, giving him a satisfied, victorious smile before licking him again, swirling your tongue around the head in a way that made his hips jerk involuntarily. “Good boy.”

He laughed breathlessly, his hands finally unclasping from behind his head and drifting toward your hair. “You’re gonna have to keep that sunscreen promise, though.”

“I’ll keep it.” you teased, sliding your lips around him.

His grip was firm but not forceful. At least, not yet. His voice was low, roughened by the pleasure coursing through him, a hint of command slipping in.

“Yeah, now suck my dick.” he said, pushing just enough that you understood exactly what he wanted, that you were no longer in control of this moment.

Your only response was a muffled moan, your mouth too full of him to offer anything else. The sound vibrated through him, and you could feel his hips twitch, his body reacting to the sensation. His cock throbbed against your tongue as you took him deeper, your lips stretched around him, eyes half-lidded as you stared up at him.

Your hands, braced on either side of his thighs, trembled slightly as he thrust up, his fingers pressing harder against the back of your head, guiding you further down.

“All of it.” he groaned, voice catching in his throat as he thrust again, harder this time. “Fuck- take it all.”

You tried to relax your throat, but the weight of him was overwhelming. The coarse hair at the base of his cock brushed against your nose, the musky scent filling your senses as your mouth and throat stretched to accommodate him. Spit spluttered from the corners of your lips, dripping down onto his thighs, pooling between them. The sound of your gagging filled the room, raw and uncontrolled, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

His hand remained on your head, holding you down for a beat longer, savouring the feeling of you buried so deeply on his cock. His groans were louder now, more ragged, each one a testament to how much you were undoing him.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled you up, your mouth sliding off him with a wet gasp. You coughed slightly, your chest heaving as you caught your breath, your lips red and swollen, slick with spit.

Alex’s hand stayed in your hair, his eyes heavy with lust as he looked down at you, the smirk on his face unmistakable. “Good.” he muttered, his thumb brushing along your cheek, wiping away some of the mess you’d made. “Good.”

His gaze stayed locked on yours, something possessive flickering behind his eyes. “Again.” His voice was soft but filled with authority, leaving no room for hesitation.

Before you could catch another breath, he was guiding you back down onto him, thrusting up to meet your lips as they wrapped around his cock once more. He squirmed beneath you, no longer in control of his body, and his hand tightened its grip in your hair. His hips bucked upward again, driving his cock deeper into your mouth, and a rough groan escaped his throat.

“Fuck-” he mumbled, voice thick with pleasure, “I’m so deep inside you.”

Your body responded automatically. You slid one hand underneath him, fingers curling around the firmness of his ass, squeezing lightly to keep a hold of him just as he kept a hold of you. The heat of his skin was intoxicating, slick with a sheen of sweat as his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

With each movement of your mouth, you squeezed him tighter, your lips stretched wide as you sucked him harder, feeling him writhe and twitch with each pass of your tongue. His moans filled the room, deep and guttural, and his body couldn’t seem to stay still, hips thrusting, thighs tensing, abs flexing beneath his taut skin.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and you stole a glance up at him, catching the way his jaw clenched, the sharp line of his cheekbones accentuated by the dim light in the room. His dark eyes were hooded, half-lidded with pleasure, but they were fixed on you, watching every movement, every reaction. He couldn’t bear to look away. The little hair on his chest glistened with sweat, sticking to his skin.

“God.” he groaned again, voice strained. “You- fuck, you feel so good.”

You could feel it too. The way his body was coiling tighter, the way his moans were turning more desperate, the way his breathing was becoming shallower. He was close. You knew it, and he did too.

He let out a ragged breath as you slid up slightly, just enough to free his length from your mouth, your hand immediately wrapping around the slick shaft to take over. Your strokes were firm, matching the rhythm you’d set with your mouth as your other hand remained under him, fingers pressing into the firm flesh of his ass as he tensed beneath you.

His head fell back against the pillow, his throat exposed, his lips parted as he gasped for air. His entire body was tight now, muscles corded and strained, his thighs trembling under your touch as the tension built.

You leaned down again, lips closing around the tip of his cock, and he let out a choked sound, half-gasp, half-moan, as you sucked gently at first, then harder, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“Shit-” his voice broke, the word barely audible as his hand tightened in your hair, hips jerking upward again involuntarily. “I’m gonna-”

He couldn’t finish the sentence before his body gave in completely. You felt him pulse against your tongue, his cock twitching as the first hot spurt of cum hit the back of your throat. You sucked harder, drawing it out of him, every drop, until he was groaning your name.

You swallowed him down, not letting up, your hand still stroking him as he finished inside your mouth, your other hand still squeezing the taut muscle of his ass as his body slowly began to relax, the tension melting from him. His chest heaved as he came down from the high, his fingers loosening in your hair but not fully letting go.

When you finally pulled away, his cock slipping from your lips, he was left panting, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction. The smirk on his face was lazy, content, as he gazed down at you.

“Fuck.” he breathed, voice hoarse. “That was good.”

You crawled up his body, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you as you hovered over him, your lips grazing his with a soft kiss. His breathing was still uneven, his body recovering, but his hand instinctively slipped up to cradle the back of your neck, holding you close.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered against his lips, the words barely audible as you kissed him again, your lips lingering on his as if sealing the moment.

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing lazily against the back of your neck. “My birthday’s tomorrow.” he murmured.

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your lips curving into a playful smile. “Consider this your early present.” you said, tapping his nose lightly with your finger.

Alex raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning in full as he tilted his head slightly, a hint of mischief in his gaze. “Oh? Is that all I’m getting?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face stayed as you leaned down to brush your lips over his again, soft and teasing. “No.”

His hands slid down your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin as he gazed up at you, a low hum of curiosity escaping his throat. “Hmm?” he prompted, his lips quirking into a grin.

You shifted slightly, pressing your body against his, enjoying the way his warmth seeped into you as his hands moved lower, stroking your sides. “That’s what the beach is for.” you whispered, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth as you spoke and your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He exhaled a soft laugh, his hand rubbing slow circles on your lower back as he pulled you even closer, holding you against him. His body was still warm, muscles loose and relaxed.

“Guess I’ll have to endure the sun, then.” he muttered. His hand travelled further up your back, fingers weaving into your hair as he tilted your head slightly to kiss you, slower this time, deeper, like he was savouring every movement.

“You’ll love it.” you murmured against his lips, your body melting into his as his hand continued to rub gentle, soothing patterns along your spine. “Besides,” you added with a smirk, “there’s plenty more where this came from.”

Alex groaned softly, pulling you closer still until there was no space left between you. “Yeah?” his lips brushed against your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “I’ve got a lot to look forward to then.”

The morning light hadn’t fully crept in yet, but the room was tinged with that soft, pale blue that comes just before dawn. You stirred first, the quiet stillness outside reminding you that today wasn’t just any day. It was his birthday. And you had plans.

Lying beside Alex, you glanced over at him, still fast asleep, his dark hair a tousled mess against the pillow. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing deep and steady, peaceful in a way that made you not want to wake him. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not today.

You reached out, fingers playfully ruffling through his messy hair, shaking his head lightly as you whispered, “Come on, birthday boy…”

He groaned in protest, shifting slightly under the covers, his brow furrowing as if your touch was pulling him from some deep dream he wasn’t ready to leave. His hand, heavy with sleep, fumbled its way up to bat lazily at your hand, as though he could ward you off without actually having to wake up.

“Nooo…” he mumbled, his voice thick and muffled by the pillow. “S’too early.”

You grinned, undeterred, your fingers still gently mussing his hair, pulling at the strands. “Come on, you’ve got a whole day ahead of you. Beach, remember?”

His only response was another groan, this one longer and more dramatic as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. He clearly had no intention of moving anytime soon.

“Give us a kiss.” he mumbled into the fabric, his voice slurred with sleep, eyes still firmly closed. “Not opening my eyes ‘til you do.”

Laughing softly, you leaned down, pressing your lips to his cheek, soft and slow, as you watched his lips curl into a lazy smile. His hand found your arm, still half-asleep but already holding you close, refusing to let you escape just yet.

“Mmm, better,” he murmured, though he still didn’t open his eyes. His grip on you loosened slightly as he sank deeper into the pillow, but the soft smile never left his face. “Love me more.” he mumbled, the words barely audible but clear enough for you to hear.

Without hesitation, you leaned down, pressing a series of light kisses across his face — on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally, the corner of his mouth. Each kiss was delicate, almost teasing, and with every touch, his smile grew wider, a quiet hum of contentment vibrating from his chest.

“How early is it?” he mumbled after a beat, his voice still heavy with sleep. He cracked one eye open just a sliver, squinting up at you in the dim morning light.

“Almost sunrise.” you whispered back, pressing another kiss to the side of his head. “We’ll catch it if we get moving.”

He groaned again, this time louder, clearly unimpressed by the idea of moving at all, let alone before sunrise. “Who gets up before the sun on their birthday?” he grumbled, though the smirk tugging at his lips told you he wasn’t entirely serious.

“You do, apparently.” you teased, poking him lightly in the side.

“We could make sweet love ‘til the break of dawn…right here.” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive as he tilted his head, cracking one eye open just a bit more to gauge your reaction. His hand slid lazily across your waist, pulling you closer against him with a slow, languid motion, the warmth of his body inviting you to stay pressed into the bed.

You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes as you brushed your fingers through his messy hair. “I’ve got plans, Turner.” you said, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth again. “You don’t want to ruin them, do you?”

“Depends.” He cracked both eyes open this time, blinking up at you through the haze of sleep, his smile widening just enough to give him away. “Only if I get more kisses as a reward.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin on your face was hard to hide as you leaned down again, pressing your lips to his. You lingered there, regardless of the inevitable morning breath and all the little imperfections that came with waking up together. It didn’t matter when his lips were soft beneath yours. Or when his hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.

Alex hummed softly against your mouth, the sound vibrating between you, and his other hand lazily trailed down your side, his fingers light and teasing. His body was still relaxed from sleep, but you could feel the way he responded to you, slowly waking up, his lips moving against yours with a sleepy kind of sweetness that made your heart flutter. You pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, smiling as his eyes fluttered open again.

“Not bad for a reward.” he murmured, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that always made your stomach flip.

“You’d ask for more if you could get away with it.”

“Can’t say I wouldn’t.” His thumb brushed the nape of your neck, sending a small shiver through you. “But I suppose I should save some energy for this ‘sunrise’ you‘re dragging me out of bed for.”

The beach was empty, just as you’d hoped. You had the place to yourselves, the soft golden sand stretching out in front of you, untouched, as the sun inched higher above the horizon. The light was soft, still hazy and pale, casting a shimmering reflection across the water that seemed to go on forever. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythm slow and hypnotic, as you settled onto your towels, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath you.

Alex stretched out beside you, his arms behind his head, eyes half-lidded as he took in the view. You leaned back on your elbows, looking out over the ocean, feeling that quiet sort of calm you only get when the world feels like it’s just yours for a little while.

“Not bad, right?” you asked, glancing over at him.

He gave a lazy nod, lips curling into a slight smile. “Not bad at all.”

There was something about the stillness, the early morning quiet, that made the world feel suspended, like time wasn’t moving.

“It reminds me of this film.” Alex said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence in that casual, easy way he had.

He reached up and slid his sunglasses off, carefully, almost like he didn’t want to disrupt the moment. He set them down on his stomach, the dark lenses reflecting the soft light of the rising sun as his fingers rested lightly over them for a second, his eyes now visible and squinting slightly against the light.

His gaze stayed fixed on the horizon, the sunlight catching in his eyes, making them gleam with that unmistakable hint of green that always showed up in moments like these. You loved that little thing about him, the way his eyes seemed to change with the light, different shades looping through them, like a secret only the sun could bring out.

It was subtle, the way those flecks of green would surface. An earthy mix with the usual brown, swirling together like the ocean reflecting the sky. And every time you pointed it out, he’d deny it, always laughing and insisting his eyes weren’t green at all.

“Can’t remember the name. Wasn’t that memorable, really, but…it had this one scene, like this, y’know? The way the sun reflects on the water.”

You were still lost in your thoughts, staring at the way the light danced in his eyes, barely registering the words.

Alex paused, then turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “You still listening?” he asked, a teasing edge in his voice as he caught you staring at him instead of the view.

He reached for his sunglasses, fingers hesitating as he lifted them. He slipped them back on, then adjusted them, only to push them halfway down his nose again, like he couldn’t quite decide whether to shield his eyes from the light or keep you in his full gaze. Indecisive.

You blinked, a little caught off guard, and smiled sheepishly, feeling the warmth of his gaze settle on you. “What was the film about?”

He shrugged, a lazy roll of his shoulders. “No idea. Didn’t stick with me. But the way they shot that one scene, with the light bouncing off the water like that…” He motioned with his hand toward the ocean, as if that explained everything. “It was beautiful. Just like this.”

You smirked, leaning over slightly as you nudged his arm. “So…just like any beach sunrise ever?”

Alex laughed, the sound low and soft, and he shook his head. “Nah, nah. They don’t all look the same. This one’s special.”

You raised an eyebrow, playful. “What, because it’s your birthday?”

He glanced over at you, his eyes still bright with the soft reflection of the sun on the water. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just ‘cause I’m here with you.”

“Smooth.” You leaned back on your towel, squinting at him through the morning light as he continued watching the water, a content little smile on his lips. “So, do you still want me to lather you up in sunscreen?” you asked.

Alex shook his head, barely turning to look at you. “Nah, I’ll take my chances.”

“Well,” you began, your tone shifting, “how about this, then…do you want to have sex?”

His eyebrows shot up immediately, even behind the sunglasses. “Here?” His voice was low, almost incredulous. There was already a hint of interest creeping in.

You shrugged, nonchalant, though your hand was already making its way toward him, fingers playing with the tie of his swim trunks. “Yeah.” you said, your fingers brushing against his skin as you tugged lightly at the knot. “Not much else to do at the beach.”

His lips parted slightly, and you could feel his body tense under your touch as he glanced around the empty stretch of sand. His eyebrows raised higher, though the smirk was quick to follow. “Was that your big plan?” His gaze flicked down to your hand as you pulled the bow loose, the fabric of his trunks slackening under your fingers.

“Maybe.” you replied, your fingers tracing along the waistband. “It’s not like we’ve got an audience, have we?”

Alex shifted slightly on the towel, his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose just enough for you to see the way his eyes darkened beneath them. “I was wondering when you’d skip to the main event.”

He was already half-hard under your touch, the heat from his skin mingling with the warmth of the morning sun, and you leaned down closer, lips hovering just near his ear as your fingers continued to toy with the fabric. “I didn’t want to rush you or anything…” you whispered.

He exhaled a soft laugh, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, fingers brushing along your skin as he spoke. “Yeah, well, I’m all yours now, love.”

Your hand hovered for a moment before you touched him, feeling the familiar shape of him. The material was already starting to cling to his skin, sticking slightly from the heat, maybe from the sweat beading at the back of his neck, or maybe from something else entirely. The corners of your mouth tugged upward as your fingers traced his length, watching the way his body responded beneath your touch.

Alex let out a soft breath, the smirk on his face faltering for just a second as his hips shifted slightly, like he couldn’t help it. His hand, still resting on your thigh, tightened its grip, fingers pressing into your skin as you teased. The shorts were clinging tighter now, his cock straining against them.

“You knew this was coming, didn’t you?” you asked.

He huffed a laugh, tilting his head back slightly. “Wasn’t like you were exactly subtle about it.” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin.

You leaned in closer as your fingers pressed harder against him, feeling the heat of him through the now-damp fabric. “And here I thought I was being clever.”

“Mm, clever.” he repeated, his voice low, almost a groan as he shifted again under your touch. Your hand slipped under the waistband of his trunks, brushing against his skin, and he let out a breathy chuckle, his lips parting slightly as he spoke. “You gonna keep teasing me, or…?”

You raised an eyebrow, fingers curling slightly around him, feeling the weight of him in your hand as you leaned down closer. “Depends.” you said. “What do you want?”

His breath hitched slightly. “I want you on top.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyebrow arched in curiosity. “Yeah?” you asked, your fingers still working him slowly.

Alex nodded, his gaze flicking briefly to the horizon where the sun was still rising, casting a golden glow over the ocean. “Yeah.” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I want to watch the sunrise…” His eyes returned to yours, that lazy smirk back on his lips as he added, “And you’ll only add to the view.”

You laughed softly, biting your lip as you shifted. “You’ve got a way with words.”

His hand slid up your thigh, fingers teasing against the hem of your swimsuit as he leaned up enough to brush his lips against yours. “Only when it counts. Now come here.”

You moved over him slowly, the sand warm beneath your knees as you straddled his lap, your body hovering just above his. His hands rested on your hips, firm but gentle, fingers sliding up the sides of your body. He didn’t rush. He never did. His fingers found the ties of your swimsuit bottoms, and he undid them with deliberate slowness. First one side, pulling the string loose with a soft, satisfying tug. He pulled the second knot loose, the fabric loosening around your hips.

“Don’t know how you expect me to focus on anything else.” he muttered, his voice low and teasing as he let the fabric fall away from your skin. His thumb traced over the bare skin of your hip. “You’re making this sunrise thing impossible.”

You smiled down at him, your hands sliding down his chest, feeling the firm planes of his stomach. “That’s the point.” you whispered, your voice just as low.

When he reached up for your top, he didn’t bother with the ties. His hands moved over the fabric, pushing the cups away roughly, leaving them bunched up at the sides of your boobs, like he couldn’t be bothered with the mechanics of it.

“Much better.” he muttered, his voice husky as he gazed up at you.

You leaned forward, fingers tugging at the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock free. You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a slow stroke, feeling the way his breath hitched as you did.

He let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly. “The sun’s riiight behind you. It’s like... the perfect shot.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, your voice soft, teasing. “Good view, is it?”

He chuckled, his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts as he gave a small nod. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

Alex’s fingers slipped up to his face, casually tugging off his sunglasses. He turned his head to the side for a moment, scanning the sand beside him like he was on some kind of mission. You watched him as he found just the right spot, carefully placing them down with exaggerated precision.

“There we go.” he muttered, half to himself, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his attention back to you. His hands moved back to your hips, gripping you firmly as he shifted his body slightly, adjusting his position beneath you. “Alright…let’s hope we don’t get sand in the wrong places, yeah?” His fingers dug into your hips just a little as he began to position you, guiding you down with a steady, confident grip.

His gaze flicked briefly back to the horizon, the sun now hanging just above the water, casting a soft, golden light over both of you. Then, his eyes returned to you, darker now, full of anticipation.

“Perfect view.” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

With one hand, you guided him to your entrance, feeling the heat of him against you as you lined yourself up. Slowly, you sank down onto him, taking him fully in one smooth motion. The sensation was overwhelming, both the stretch and the way he filled you so perfectly. A gasp tore from his throat, sharp and uncontrolled, and his head fell back slightly, eyes squeezing shut.

His hand flew up to your breast, as if on instinct, fingers curling around the soft flesh, gripping it as though he needed something to hold onto. Maybe it was for support — emotional or otherwise — and you couldn’t help but remember the time he’d jokingly told you that he thought “boobs are healing.”

Maybe it wasn’t just a joke. Or maybe it was just because he was obsessed with them — yours, more specifically.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, voice shaky, his thumb brushing over your nipple. His other hand stayed firm on your hip, holding you in place for a moment, as if he needed time to recover from the way you felt around him.

“You alright down there?” you teased, your own breath uneven, feeling the way his body tensed beneath you.

“Barely.” His hand flexed on your waist, pulling you down harder. He wanted to feel every inch of you against him. “You’re…fuckin’ unreal.”

You rolled your hips just a little, watching the way his breath hitched. “Is that so?”

He groaned softly, the sound caught somewhere in his throat as his hips twitched up. “You’ve got no idea.” he whispered, his voice low and breathless. “Every fucking time…it’s like I’m losing my mind.”

You leaned down slightly, bringing your lips close to his ear, your voice soft, teasing. “Good.”

You rocked your hips against him, the sensation overwhelming as his cock stretched you, filled you. His hands clung to your waist, guiding you as you rode him, every muscle straining as he tried to hold on to some shred of control.

His head tilted back slightly as he watched you move above him. “Fuck…” he breathed, the word slipping from his lips like he couldn’t stop it.

You could feel him twitch inside you, responding to the way you rolled your hips, grinding down on him. The sun was rising behind you, casting golden light over the beach, but he didn’t seem to notice, his attention entirely consumed by you — the way you felt around him, the way you looked with the light casting shadows across your skin.

“Fuck the sunrise.” he muttered, his voice a breathless rasp, the words almost swallowed by the sounds of your bodies moving together. “Come ‘ere-” His grip tightened on your waist, strong hands pulling you down, forcing you closer to him.

Before you could respond, he grabbed you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down flush against his chest. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, your breasts pressing against his chest, your heart pounding in sync with his. His arms were strong, firm as they held you, one hand sliding up your back as he pulled you tighter, like he needed you closer and closer, needed to feel every part of you against him.

His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. You could feel his stubble brush lightly against your collarbone, making you shiver. He buried his face under your chin, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your throat as he held you, his body thrumming with tension beneath yours.

With his knees bent, he found leverage, and he thrust up into you, hard and deep. The sensation ripped through you, making you gasp, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, trying to hold on as his hips bucked up into you with a rough, relentless rhythm. He wasn’t gentle anymore — he was desperate, his need for you overwhelming any sense of restraint he might have had.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned against your neck, his voice thick and rough. His hands roamed over your back, fingers pressing into your skin as if he couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t pull you close enough. His hips kept driving up into you.

The air was thick with the sound of soft slaps of your bodies meeting, the wet, slick noises of him thrusting up into you. The ocean waves lapped softly in the background, but it was all distant, like the world had shrunk. His hands dug into your hips, pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust, his body trembling beneath yours with the effort of holding back.

“God, you’re-” he tried to speak but couldn’t finish the sentence, too overwhelmed by the feel of you, the way your body moved with his. His hands slid down your back, fingers pressing into the curve of your waist as he held you tighter, his lips brushing against your throat in a desperate kiss.

You couldn’t hold back either, your hands clutching at his shoulders, back, nails digging into his skin. His knees bent tighter, giving him more leverage as he fucked up into you harder, his whole body trembling beneath yours. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as if holding on to you was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You’re…fuck- Alex-” you gasped. “I love you.” he murmured between thrusts. Your heart clenched. You managed to choke out, “So much.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut, repeating it again, more urgent this time. “So much…so much…” His voice broke with the weight of it, and the sound of him saying it, again and again. “You’re everything.” he gasped, his hands holding you tight. “I can’t...fuck...you’re everything.”

Your body trembled as the sensation built inside you, the pleasure mounting higher with every thrust, every breathless whisper. The way he held you, the way he filled you so completely was too much. You clung to his shoulders. You could barely form the words, your voice shaking as you whispered, “I’m gonna come…”

“Please, please…” he muttered, his voice a rough, desperate plea, like he was begging for you to fall apart in his arms. His hands gripped you tighter, his fingers pressing hard into your hips as if he could pull you closer, hold you tighter.

You could feel him everywhere. His breath hot against your neck, his heart pounding under your palm, his cock throbbing deep inside you. And then it hit. Your body seized, your muscles tightened around him. A soft, broken cry escaped your lips, muffled against his hair.

He groaned, his voice rough and strained as he felt your walls gripping him in a way that made him lose all sense of control. “Fuck.” he muttered, his rhythm faltering as his hips jerked up into you one last time, too much for him to hold back, his grip on you unsteady as he let go, spilling into you moments later.

His hands, still holding you, softened their grip, his fingers now gently tracing over your skin as his breathing began to slow. His release poured into you, the heat of it making you feel completely connected, like you were one with him in that moment, everything else fading away. His hands slid up your back, soothing, as he pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, his lips brushing against your skin in a tender, wordless gesture.

Slowly, you lifted yourself off his chest, sitting back on his thighs. The weight of him still inside you was grounding, intimate, and as you gazed down at him, your heart felt like it might burst.

His face was flushed, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. The soft morning light framed him perfectly, making him look almost unreal, like he was made of something more delicate in that moment.

Your hand moved instinctively, fingers brushing over his jaw, tracing the stubble there before sliding down to his lips. You let your thumb graze his lower lip, trembling slightly from the intensity of it all, as if that small touch held more weight than anything else. His lips were soft, swollen from your earlier kisses. You couldn’t help but be drawn to them.

And then a drop of spit gathered at the edge of his lip, and it was like that tiny, insignificant detail unravelled you completely. It slipped from your control, your breath hitching as you watched it slowly make its way down. So simple, so quiet. Somehow, it was everything. You couldn’t stop yourself, you didn’t want to.

Your thumb pressed gently against his lower lip, tracing it softly, and as if he knew exactly what you needed, his lips parted slightly, inviting you in. The moment his mouth opened, warm and wet, you let your finger slip inside. His lips closed around it.

It was intimate, too intimate almost. You sat there, your finger resting on his tongue, feeling the soft heat of his breath against your knuckles. He let it happen, let you in, let you feel him in this simple way.

It was overwhelming in a way you hadn’t expected — the sensation of his mouth on your finger, the soft press of his lips, the warmth of his tongue. You felt vulnerable, exposed, yet completely in control all at once. And he just lay there, letting you take whatever you wanted from him, his body relaxed under yours, as if you were the only thing holding him to this earth.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a quiet glimmer in them that said he wanted to speak. Slowly, you slid your finger out of his mouth, watching as his lips parted, his breath quick and shallow.

He blinked, his voice soft and a little hoarse from everything. “You wanna wash this off?” He let the words hang there for a second, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “In the water?”

His question hung in the air, and you tilted your head, your own smile forming in response. “What, you need a rinse after that?”

A low, lazy sound rumbled in his chest as he stretched his arms above his head. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no. There’s sand everywhere.” His fingers brushed your thigh as if to prove his point, raising a brow. With his other hand, he tugged your bikini top back into place, pulling the fabric over your breasts with a flick. “And we’re not exactly clean anymore.”

You shifted slightly, still perched on his thighs, and glanced over at the ocean, the waves gently lapping at the shore just a few feet away. The idea of the cool water against your heated skin was tempting, but you couldn’t help but drag it out a little.

“Couldn’t wait for the main event, and now you’re complaining about a little sand?” you teased, fingers trailing down his chest in a lazy circle. His skin was still damp with sweat, and the cool morning air felt good against it.

He snorted, shaking his head as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “I’m not complaining. I just-” He paused, glancing down at where your bodies were still tangled together. “Could use a reset, you know? Before we...get into anything else.”

You raised an eyebrow, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his chest. “Already planning what’s next, huh?”

Alex shrugged, eyes glinting. “I’m just sayin’, we’ve got the whole day. I’m sure you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve.”

“Oh, I do.” You leaned down, lips brushing against his just enough. “But I think I could use a dip first. Cool down a bit.”

His hands slid to your hips, squeezing gently as he smirked. “You and me both.”

You smiled back, sitting up and sliding off him carefully. You extended a hand to him, and with a playful groan, he took it, letting you help him to his feet. As he reached down to adjust his swim shorts, tugging them back into place with a muttered, “Think we managed to not get sand in any…delicate places.” You were busy tying the loose strings of your bikini bottoms, fingers knotting them back in place, the ties brushing softly against your thighs.

a/n: this is just the result of seeing alex in his beach outfit again the other day, enjoy. also based on a request x. also i’m gonna stop doing the tags cause i’m lazy. also i miss junedenim, if you see this, you’re missed (by me, i’m impatient)

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A Question Of Lust

a question of time

warnings: soft!dom!alex, smut, fingering (f receiving), piv, he’s filthy, he says ‘slut’

word count: 4k

The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the back garden, the warmth of it seeping into your skin as you sat on the old wooden swing. You could hear the distant hum of a lawnmower, the sound growing louder as Alex pushed it across the yard. You were dressed for the weather, clad in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bikini top. It was innocent enough. Appropriate even, for a summer day like this, but you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew how the way your skin glistened under the sun would catch Alex’s eye, how the subtle sway of your hips as you moved would remind him of just how long it had been since you’d had any real alone time.

Summer in Sheffield was something you had grown to look forward to every year. It was your tradition now, visiting his parents for a few weeks each summer. The cool breeze, the rolling hills, and the warmth of Alex’s family home had become a second home to you. But this summer was different. In a way that neither of you had really anticipated.

When Alex had decided to sell his old house here, you hadn’t thought much of it. He’d insisted it was just sitting there, gathering dust, and that he didn’t need it anymore. “What’s the point?” he’d said with that casual nonchalance you both loved and found frustrating at times. But now, two weeks into your stay with his parents, you could see the regret flickering in his eyes. Two weeks had passed without so much as a stolen proper kiss, and you still had another week to go. But the tension between you both was becoming unbearable, especially today.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried. The first week, you'd suggested sneaking out after everyone had gone to bed, maybe finding a quiet spot to be together, but Alex had been too worried about waking his parents. And said he’s not a kid anymore. Too old for that sort of stuff. Then there was the time you’d cornered him in the kitchen, the door closed, your lips barely an inch from his as you whispered all the things you wanted to do to him, only to be interrupted by his mum asking if you wanted tea. After that, the frustration began to settle in, not just for him, but for you too.

Now, you were stuck in this strange game of teasing each other, both pushing the other to the edge without actually crossing it. And today, it felt like the game was reaching its peak.

Today, you’d decided to push things just a little further. You shifted on the swing, leaning back slightly, your legs stretched out in front of you, your toes just barely brushing the grass. From the corner of your eye, you could see Alex, his muscles flexing with each push of the mower. He was wearing a white vest. Or rather, it had once been white. Now, it clung to his skin, damp with sweat, the fabric translucent in places where it stuck to his chest and back. There were faint traces of green smeared across it, stains from where his grass-covered hands had rubbed absentmindedly against the material. His hair was tousled, falling into his eyes in that effortlessly cool way he always managed to pull off. Every now and then, he‘d glance in your direction, his gaze lingering a little too long on your bare skin before he quickly looked away, focusing on his task his mother had asked him to do.

But you knew better. He was struggling, the same way you were.

You could feel his gaze on you before you even saw him. You let out a soft sigh, arching your back just enough to accentuate the curve of your body. The swing creaked as you moved, drawing his attention again. This time, you caught his gaze and held it, offering him a small, knowing smile. The look in his eyes told you everything. He was close to snapping, to throwing caution to the wind and finally giving in.

But he didn’t. Not yet, at least. Instead, he turned the mower in the other direction, putting some distance between you. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of frustration and excitement bubbling up inside you. He was so close, and yet so far.

Despite the frustration gnawing at you, there was something undeniably enjoyable about just watching him. Watching the way his arms flexed with each push of the mower, the muscles in his forearms rippling under the strain. Watching the beads of sweat that gathered at his temples before rolling down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his sweat-soaked vest. Watching the way his jeans, stubbornly worn in spite of the oppressive heat, clung to his legs, the fabric bunching up around his crotch every time he took a step. It was impossible not to notice how they rode up just enough to leave little to the imagination. You could swear he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the thought sent a shiver of heat down your spine and made you wet beyond just the sweat seeping from your skin.

But you played it cool, pretending to be more interested in the state of the lawn than in the man cutting it.

“You missed a spot there, darling!” you called out, your voice barely carrying over the hum of the mower.

He snapped his head toward you, and even from across the yard, you could see the sharpness in his gaze. A death stare that would have made you laugh if it wasn’t so damn hot.

“Where?” he asked, his tone serious. He genuinely thought you were critiquing his work. He could be so adorably oblivious sometimes.

You held back a smile, pointing lazily with your finger. ”Right there.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out where you were pointing. When he finally caught on, the look in his eyes shifted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head in mock frustration.

“Funny.” he muttered. “Very funny.” He knew exactly what you were doing, and it was only a matter of time before he called your bluff.

The minutes ticked by slowly and the sound of the mower started blending with the distant chirping of birds. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the garden. You could feel the tension building with every pass Alex made across the lawn, the unspoken need between you growing stronger.

Until, finally, he cut the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant hum. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His eyes met yours again, this time with a look of determination. Without a word, he walked over to where you sat.

“You’re not making this very easy, you know.” he murmured, his voice low as he stopped in front of you.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at your act, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in slowly, bending down until his face was inches from yours. The heat between you was palpable. Just when you thought he might close the gap completely, he tilted his head and brushed his lips against yours in a soft, teasing peck.

It was over almost as soon as it began, but the brief touch left your heart racing. You started to lean in for more, craving the heat of his mouth against yours, when suddenly-

“Alex! We’re heading to the store, you two need anything?” His dad’s voice rang out from the back door, shattering the moment.

Alex straightened up quickly, his jaw tightening as he processed the interruption. For a split second, you could see the frustration flicker in his eyes, but then it was replaced with something else. Relief. He looked back at you, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Fuck yeah, he thought to himself, a plan already forming. But instead of giving voice to his thoughts, he kept it casual, shouting back toward the house, “We’re alright, dad!”

You could see the way his hand twitched at his side, as if he was just waiting for the coast to be clear. The tension between you had finally reached its breaking point.

You waited. He waited.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Both of you held your breaths, listening intently. Time seemed to stretch on forever, the seconds ticking by at a painfully slow pace. Finally, the sound you’d both been waiting for. Car doors slamming shut, followed by the engine roaring to life. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as his parents backed out of the driveway, the noise gradually fading into the distance until it was just the two of you, alone.

As soon as the last trace of sound vanished, Alex’s restraint snapped. His hands were at the hem of his tank top, yanking it over his head. The once-white fabric landed somewhere on the freshly-cut grass as he stepped closer. Without a word, he reached down, grasping your hands and pulling you to your feet, his movements almost frantic. His mouth was on yours before you could react, his body pressing against yours with a need that had been building for days and days.

His skin was hot and slick with sweat, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of your bikini and shorts. He tasted of salt and summer, and the tang of his sweat mixed with the mint of his breath. And even though the humidity made everything stick and cling, it was perfect. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your sides, over your ribs, before finding their way to the small of your back, pulling you closer still.

“You’re so sweaty.” you murmured against his lips, and his tongue might as well have still been in your mouth as the words barely escaped before he kissed you again.

He didn’t pull away, not even for a second. “You love it.” he breathed against your mouth. His hands moved, slipping beneath the thin straps of your bikini top, pushing the cups to the side, exposing more of your skin to his touch. You shivered despite the heat.

His fingers fumbled with the tie at the back of your bikini, but the knot was tight, stubbornly refusing to come undone. He growled in frustration, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you could feel the last of his patience slipping away. He didn’t have time for this, couldn’t wait another second. He needed you now, and the fabric between you was just another barrier, another obstacle in his way.

With a rough tug, he abandoned the knot, his hands sliding down your back, gripping the waistband of your shorts. He pushed them down over your hips, letting them fall to the ground at your feet. His touch was electric, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he guided your legs around his waist, lifting you effortlessly. Your back hit the wooden fence behind you, the sudden contact drawing a gasp from your lips that he swallowed in another kiss.

“Fuck.” he muttered against your mouth, his voice laced with desperation as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place. “I’ve missed you…missed this.”

Your body arched into his as he pressed against you, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your bare skin. You could feel him hard and ready beneath the fabric, the evidence of just how badly he wanted you, how long he’d been holding back.

And now, with no one around to stop you, you had all the time in the world. Almost.

You held onto him, your fingers digging into the firm muscles of his arms, arms that were almost too big to grip but strong enough to keep you secure as he pressed you harder against the fence. The rough wood bit into your back, but the slight discomfort only added to the overwhelming sensation of being completely at his mercy. You could feel the strength in his hold, the way his muscles tensed and flexed under your touch, anchoring you in place as he moved one hand between your legs.

When his fingers found your pussy, a soft groan escaped his lips. ”You weren’t wearing any panties.” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he slid his fingers through your folds, feeling just how ready you were for him.

”You’re not wearing any panties either.” you pointed out breathlessly, your head tilting back as his touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through you. You could feel him hard against your inner thigh, the shape of him so clear, so easy to make out through the worn denim. It confirmed what you had suspected earlier. There was nothing between him and those jeans.

“I don’t wear panties.” he teased, the words a breath against your ear as he continued to stroke you, his fingers slipping over your wetness with agonising precision.

”Boxers.” you corrected, your voice trembling as you fought to keep your wits about you, though it was becoming increasingly difficult with the way he was touching you.

“They’re all in the wash. Didn’t have any.” he whispered, already growing tired of the conversation, too distracted by the feel of your slick heat coating his fingers. He dipped lower, pressing kisses along your neck, tasting the salt of your skin as he pushed a finger inside you, the sensation pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Maybe I didn’t have any left either.” you managed to say, though your mind was too clouded by his touch to focus on anything but him.

He paused, just for a moment, his lips hovering near your ear as he chuckled. “No.” he said, his voice thick, his finger curling inside you as he pressed his thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft cry from your throat. “You’re just a slut.”

The words sent a shockwave through you, your body reacting instinctively to the filthy truth in them. His mouth found yours again, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, as if he wanted to devour every last bit of your resistance until all that was left was your raw, unfiltered need for him.

You could feel his impatience in the way he touched you, his fingers working you over, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you steady as he rubbed against you, the roughness of jeans creating a delicious friction that made you ache for more. The air around you seemed to sizzle, every breath heavy with the scent of sweat and lust.

“Alex…” you moaned against his lips, your hands clutching at his biceps, desperate for more, for everything. His name was a plea, a demand, and he heard it loud and clear.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “I’m going to ruin you.” he whispered.

As his fingers worked you over, you gasped, suddenly pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. “You didn’t wash your hands.”

Alex froze for a split second, raising an eyebrow at you, clearly caught off guard by your sudden concern. “You should’ve washed them.” you repeated, your voice breathless but firm.

His eyes darkened, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut.” he retorted, his voice dripping with playful menace and just sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.

“No.” you shot back.

“Yeah.” he insisted, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pressed closer to you.

“No.” you repeated, challenging him, pushing him.

“Shut up.” he growled, his patience clearly wearing thinner than ever.

“No.” you said again, your tone teasing, almost daring him to make you.

That was all it took. His eyes flashed and he spun you around, pressing your chest against the fence. The rough wood scraped against your nipples, the sensation sharp and almost painful. You felt his hand come up to your mouth, and before you could react, his fingers were between your lips, pushing inside.

You could taste everything. Your own slickness, the salt of his skin, and the faint, earthy taste of grass lingering on his fingers. The mix of flavours and sensations was overwhelming, the sharp tang of the outdoors blending with the heat of your arousal. You knew his hands were dirty, knew you’d probably pay for it later with stinging and discomfort, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything except the way he made you feel, the way his control over you drove you wild.

His other hand slid down your back, rough and demanding as he pressed his body against yours, trapping you against the fence. You moaned around his fingers, the sound muffled but unmistakable, as his hips ground against you, the hardness of him pressing into the curve of your ass.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, his hand sliding down your throat, wrapping loosely around your neck as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You really should learn when to shut up.” he whispered.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face, even as you squirmed against him, the friction driving you closer to the edge. “Make me.” you challenged.

His grip on your neck tightened just enough to send a thrill through you, and then his other hand was back between your legs, fingers slipping inside you once more, dirty and rough and so damn good that any thoughts of consequences flew out the window.

Alex kept his right hand inside you, two fingers hooked deep in your wetness, his movements relentless as he stretched you, teased you. His other hand fumbled with the button of his jeans, the denim stubborn against his urgency. He growled in frustration, but after a moment, the button finally gave way, and he shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself.

His cock sprang free, already hard and heavy, the tip glistening as he wrapped his hand around it. He gave himself a rough stroke, then another, his breath hitching in his throat as the pleasure surged through him. His moans came without restraint, each sound raw and unfiltered, echoing in the empty yard as he lost himself.

He lined himself up with you, his fingers still buried inside you, stretching you wide. He didn’t wait, didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate. With one hard thrust, he pushed inside, his cock sliding in right beside his fingers, the pressure overwhelming as he filled you completely.

The sensation was too much, too perfect, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure as your body struggled to accommodate both the thick length of him and his hand inside. Your muscles tensed, the stretch stinging, but it was a good kind of sting, the kind that made you gasp and arch your back, your noises joining his as you both lost yourselves in it.

“So fucking good.” you moaned, the words spilling from your lips without thought. Your head fell back against the fence, eyes squeezed shut as the overwhelming fullness made your mind go blank. He filled every inch of you, his cock and fingers working together to create a friction that felt surreal.

His grip tightened on your hip as he thrust deeper, his pace rough and demanding and his own moans only grew louder with each movement. The mix of your sounds, his rough groans and your breathless cries, filled the air, blending together into one.

His fingers curled inside you as his cock drove into you. You could feel him everywhere, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your neck, his hand gripping your thigh with a possessiveness that made your skin tingle.

“You’re so fucking tight.” he growled into your ear, his voice rough and desperate as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you, of taking you like this. “So fucking perfect.”

His words only fueled the fire burning inside you, your body trembling as the pleasure built, every nerve alight with the feelings of what he was doing to you.

You could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in your belly, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you lost yourself completely to the pleasure he was giving you. And from the way his thrusts grew more frantic, his breaths more ragged, you knew he was right there with you.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers from your core. The absence of them left you gasping, a sudden emptiness that made you instinctively clench around him, desperate to hold onto that fullness he was giving you. But the emptiness was short-lived as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in tight, firm circles.

The new focus had you crying out. With his fingers no longer inside you, he felt you loosen around him, and it gave him the freedom to move much better, much deeper, quicker, rougher. The change in pace had you unravelling.

It was too much, too perfect, and finally, you shattered. Your body seized up as your muscles clenched hard around his cock, the waves of pleasure so intense that you could barely hold back the scream that threatened to tear from your throat. But you thought about the poor neighbours. Your legs trembled, barely holding you up.

Alex wasn’t far behind. His thrusts became erratic, rougher, until he groaned deep in his chest, the sound primal as he buried himself deep inside you. He came hard, the warmth of his release filling you up, only to drip out of you as he continued to thrust, pushing his cum out of you and onto the small ledge of concrete you were standing on. It dripped and sloshed between your legs, until finally, it was too much even for him.

With a sharp exhale, he pulled out of you, his chest still heaving as he squeezed your cheeks, spreading you apart. He watched, mesmerised, as you pulsed and gaped, the sight of it making his cock twitch even as he began to soften. The rawness of it, the evidence of what he’d just done to you, made his breath catch, but he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, like nothing had happened at all.

Before you could even fully catch your breath, he gave your ass a quick slap, the sound sharp in the quiet. “Cover yourself up before they’re back.” he muttered.

You nodded, still trembling slightly, as you reached for your shorts, your fingers shaky as you pulled them up, feeling the dampness immediately soak into the fabric from everything that was left on your pussy.

“Clean yourself.” he added, his tone firm, but you could hear the underlying satisfaction in his voice.

“I will.” you murmured, though your mind was already somewhere else, still reeling from what had just happened. “Come shower. With me.” you suggested, your voice a little more steady now, but still filled with the desire to be close to him, to continue this in some other way.

But Alex just shook his head, already searching for his top, wherever it had landed. “I have to do the front too.” he said, as if the last few minutes had never happened.

“What?” you asked, pulling your shorts the rest of the way up, still feeling the wetness cling to your skin, making you squirm.

“The grass.” he clarified, finally spotting his shirt and picking it up from the ground. He didn’t bother putting it back on, though, just slung it over his shoulder as he gave you one last glance, a small smirk tugging at his lips. The casualness with which he switched gears left you shaking your head, though the look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t done with you yet either.

But for now, the lawn needed his attention.

a/n: this feels like the dirtiest smuttiest thing i’ve written in a while

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