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I think this is my most favourite prologue of anything I’ve ever written…

Imagine taunting — and I mean really taunting — Stephen within an inch of him literally about to bust in his trousers before going for a meal with your parents…

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Down By The Beach

“Is your main aim for today just to see me deceased?” Stephen Strange’s low voice spoke directly into Christine Palmer’s ear as his large hands found her hips from over her deep green dress, “First the bikini, now this gorgeously sexy dress.”

“Oh, you mean you’re finally ready and dressed?” Christine teased, tilting her head when she felt Stephen tickling his lips against her skin but keeping her eyes on the view from the balcony of the hotel room they were staying in.

“I can get undressed twice as fast, I promise.” Stephen spoke against her skin, pressing his hips forward against her.

“Mm, so needy today.” Christine bit her lip, instinctively brushing back against him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you’re looking extra visually pleasing today.” She felt his lips pout against her bare shoulder.

“‘Extra visually pleasing’?!” Christine laughed as she repeated his words, turning around and placing her hands agains his shoulders, massaging them gently, “Don't be sorry, though… It’s kind of sexy.” She admitted.

“Sexy enough to cancel your parents’ anniversary dinner and just spend the entire evening — and night — fooling around up here?” Stephen arched a brow, keeping his hands on her hips.

“No,” She leaned up on her tiptoes to gently peck his lips, “Not sexy enough to just not turn up to my parents’ anniversarydinner, Stephen. They paid for this hotel, they��ve probably paid for everyone’s meal, stop being so ungrateful.” She playfully scolded him, kissing him again.

“Sorry, baby…” Stephen spoke with a frown, kissing her back each time and sticking his bottom lip out when she pulled back, “Can I have some more of those just to… keep me going?”

“Oh, are we running the risk of your organs failing from lack of physical attention?” She asked, lifting her hand to gently caress his cheek.

“I’m afraid we are.” Stephen nodded, the childlike pout still on his face.

“I think that’s a good enough reason,” She shrugged, smirking as she gazed up at him again, “Just don’t make me melt over the balcony.”

“No promises, princess.” Stephen winked, placing his hands on the small of her back and bringing her closer to him.

Stephen could feel Christine’s grin against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her again, pulling her as close as possible as she snaked her arms around his neck. Their heads tilted and lips parted, eyes closing as the kiss deepened. Stephen allowed a quiet noise to pass from his mouth to her’s, nipping at her bottom lip gently as Christine’s fingers sank into the hair at the nape of his neck. Stephen arched a brow when he sensed Christine had no intention of stopping and grunted quietly against her lips when he felt her brushing her body forward against him.

“Come on, you can do better than that…” Christine whispered against his lips with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen growled back.

“You know you can.” Christine purred against his lips, pulling on his hair lightly.

Stephen removed his hands from the small of her back and placed them against the railings of the balcony behind Christine at either side of her, pinning her to it by his hips. Their tongues tangled together again — though, this time, their lips met in sync each time Stephen rocked his hips forward. He grunted loudly into the kiss as their bodies met over and over — growing more desperate for friction each time. Stephen’s breathing became even heavier when he felt his cock quite literally growing to enjoy the attention. Christine pulled his bottom lip out between her teeth as her hands slid down the buttoned black shirt he was wearing and settled on his belt buckle, tugging at it gently a couple of times.

“Stephen, may I?” She asked, grasping at the zipper of his crotch but keeping their lips within touching distance.

“Baby, you don’t have to ask…” Stephen mumbled against her lips, feeling his grip tighten on the balcony railings.

Christine giggled against his lips and pulled the zip down, leaving his belt done up and opening up the hole in the front of his pants by pushing her fingers inside it. Stephen’s breath immediately hitched as they continued to kiss, closing his eyes even tighter from the anticipation.

“Mm, what’s that?” Christine whispered, pushing the entirety of her hand into the little space within the front of his pants.

“God, really, Christine?” Stephen stuttered, trying to keep himself upright as his breathing sped up, “Right here on the balcony?”

“It’s bold of you to question such a thing coming from the person who said they would use my bikini to jerk off with…” Christine mumbled against his lips, pressing her palm directly against the front of his boxers, “Especially provided if I didn’t wash it first…”

“I—I’m not complaining…” Stephen felt his cheeks growing red and spoke timidly, feeling his length twitching against his boxers each time Christine massaged over the front of them.

“Mm…” Christine grinned, gladly taking his tongue back into her mouth as she tried to feel around for the buttons to the opening of the front of his boxers.

“A—Ah, sweetheart…” Stephen breathed out his words, trying to nudge his hips harder against her hand.

Christine gasped playfully when her fingers found the opening of his boxers once she skilfully popped both buttons open and parted her lips to speak before giggling as Stephen willingly edged his hips further forward again, trying to push her fingers into his boxers properly. He lifted one of his hands to press their lips back together desperately, his trembling fingers resting against her cheek. Christine gladly kissed him with parted lips and wasted no time in wrapping her hand around the base of his semi-hard cock, squeezing him with no mercy. Stephen hissed into the kiss from the feeling and placed both hands back against the railing to steady himself properly again as Christine started to loosely slide her fist up and down.

“Careful, baby…” Christine smirked against his lips, feeling his chest press against hers when he stumbled forward slightly.

Stephen moaned as a response and moved his hand to rest against her neck, tilting his head as he kissed her roughly. Christine’s reaction was just what he wanted; her fist tightened and the movements of it sped up. Stephen’s lips parted in pleasure, several moans leaving them as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, lightly pressing his fingertips into her neck. Christine leaned further forward to purposely press her breasts against his chest, stopping her hand completely.

“P—Please, baby, th—that was nice…” Stephen whined against her lips, kissing her weakly as his fingers drew patterns against the side of her neck, “I—I want to feel that again.”

“Feel what?” Christine whispered, lingering her lips against his still, “Show me, honey.”

Stephen swallowed hard and parted his lips to speak before they were devoured by Christine’s, steadying his thumb against her cheek to hold her head in place so he could kiss her back with just as much force. Christine squeezed her fist around him again, but only once this time before loosening it as she felt him starting to thrust his hips forward into her hand with it being still buried in the front of his boxers. Their tongues touched again as Stephen rocked into her fist at a slightly faster pace, keen to make the fire in the pit of his stomach light all the way up. Christine suckled on his bottom lip for a few moments, allowing him to move as fast as he wanted into her grip before kissing him harshly again.

“Ugh, f—fuck, Christine…” He let out a breathy moan against her lips, feeling his hand growing sweaty against the balcony railings as his hips repeatedly bucked forward into her hand, “K—Keep it like that, sweetheart…”

“Yeah, baby?” Christine smirked, placing her free hand on his hips to signal for him to stop moving them, “Let me see what I can do.”

Stephen nodded uneasily and kept his hips still upon her request, letting out another breathy moan when she started to move her hand on her own again. Their lips pressed back together, though Stephen’s kisses growing increasingly clumsy at this point.

“Christine, baby, it’s a good job these pants are white…” Stephen let out a shaky chuckle, his fingertips turning white from how hard he was gripping onto the railings.

“Stephen, I need you—“ Christine began.

“I need you, too, baby…” Stephen spoke immediately with a shaky moan.

“No, Stephen, I need you to—“ She attempted the sentence again.

“Princess, you know how sexy I find it when you use my full name when instructing me to do things…” He growled against her lips.

“Stephen Vincent Strange—“ Christine tried to correct herself before gasping half in shock, half in pleasure when she felt Stephen’s hand that was rested against the side of her neck now grasping her neck properly.

“No, sweetheart, my full name.” He bit down on her bottom lip, tightening his grip slightly in sync with Christine’s around his cock when he felt it throb within her grip.

“D—Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange…” She inhaled shakily, undeniably enjoying the feeling of his hand around her throat, “I need you to do something for me. It shouldn’t be that hard…” She pushed her hand deeper into his boxers and pulled his entire length out of them and his pants, pulling back from his lips briefly and glancing down at his angrily hardened length proudly standing upright out of the unzipped crotch of his pants, “But, then again, neither should that.”

“Christine, baby, what are you doing to me…” Stephen spoke weakly, his lips parted as he glanced down between them, watching as Christine pressed her index finger against the head of his cock, pushing it down before giggling as it immediately sprung back up again once she pulled her finger away.

“No, Stephen, you need to do something for me…” Christine smirked, wrapping her fist around him again and starting to jerk her wrist at a faster pace than before from the added ease of his length now being completely out in the open — only her body shielding it from passers by below.

“Y—Yes, baby, whatever you want…” Stephen nodded quickly, the grip on her neck coming away completely as she began to twist her wrist against him, “Shit, th—this wont last much longer, sweetheart… N—Not with those skilful hands.”

“No? Well, that won’t be a problem,” She nipped at his lips gently, “Take me on the beach.”

“T—Take you…” He swallowed hard, “I’m sorry, did you say take you on the beach or to the beach?”

“On the beach, Stephen,” She lightly massaged her thumb around the head of his cock, feeling her breathing grow slightly heavier in arousal from the string of precum that connected from the tip of his cock to the tip of her thumb, “After dinner, under the stars, the waves crashing in the distance…”

Like many times already that night, Stephen parted his lips to speak, but his words were taken from him as he watched with heavy eyes — this time while Christine placed the tip of her thumb into her mouth, sucking the precum off it with an innocent smile as their eye contact remained.

“A—A…. After dinner?” Stephen spoke through a heavy breath, “B—But what is it that you need me to do now?” He blinked hard, barely even able to think straight from being so worked up.

“Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange,” She breathed out his full name against his lips, massaging her thumb now under the sensitive head of his cock in between loosely sliding her fist up and down it, “I just need you to keep it in your pants until then.”

Stephen groaned loudly in frustration when Christine let go of him completely before grunting against her lips when she kissed him to try and cover up how loud he was. Gently, she took hold of his length again and stretched his crotch open a bit wider — enough to carefully tuck him back into his pants and then boxers again before playing with the buttons of his boxers.

“Ch—Christine!” Stephen pleaded against her lips, immediately feeling the uncomfortable tightness when she buttoned his boxers up fully again, lightly pressing her palm against the front of it and smirking against his lips when she was able to feel the heat radiating off his furious arousal through two barriers of material, “Christine, please!”

“Please what?” Christine raised her eyebrows, gazing up at him with a sweet smile.

“Ugh, please don’t stop, baby…” He narrowed his eyebrows, letting out a heavy breath as he gazed down at her, “I— I promise it wouldn’t take long, I— I promise just a couple more strokes… I promise it wouldn’t make us late for your parents’ meal, I—I promise!”

“Stephen, darling, you know how much I love it when you beg…” She bit her lip, resting both of her hands now on his shoulders and licking her lips as her eyes trailed up from his bulging white pants to his tight, muscle-fitted black buttoned shirt and settling her gaze on the few buttons that were opened at the top of it for a few moments, “But you think it was hard for you to keep your hands to yourself when you saw me in that bikini? Try being in my position seeing you in those tight swim shorts that leave very little to the imagination — especially when wet. I can’t deny catching you out of the corner of my eye when you repeatedly kept adjusting yourself, either…”

“Baby…. god, then why don’t we just have our way with one another?!” Stephen huffed quietly, placing his hands against her hips, “Why didn’t we have our way with one another?”

“Because, Stephen, we may have happily surprised ourselves and broken many sexual boundaries whilst being with each other, but we won’t be adding fucking in front of my parents to that list.” She giggled, lifting her hands to brush her fingertips against his facial hair.

“You are going to kill me, Christine Palmer, you really are.” Stephen exhaled deeply but couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw the proud expression upon Christine’s face.

“Not before you rail me on the beach,” She winked, leaning up to peck his lips before taking her hands off him completely and turning to walk to the sliding balcony doors, “Now, get yourself ready and we’ll set off. Just remember, in those white pants, there’s no hiding your cock.”

“If I make it that far…” Stephen smiled sarcastically, “I feel like two steps with the friction in these tight pants and it’ll be game over.”

“Don’t you dare.” Christine shot him a playful glare from the doorway.

“Carry on being so dominant with me and I might not even make the two steps.” Stephen mirrored her playful glare.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Christine rolled her eyes.

“Stop telling me what to do, you know what that does to me, and you’ve got a man on the edge of ruining your favourite trousers of his.” Stephen tried to keep a straight face, stepping away from the balcony railings.

“They emphasise one of the wonders of the world,” Christine shrugged, watching him from the doorway, “But you might want to fasten them up before we step outside and you take someone’s eye out.”

“Shit,” Stephen laughed out his words, fumbling with the zip of his crotch and trying his best to fasten his pants without brushing over himself too much, “That’s your fault.”

“We’re going to be late!” Christine giggled, watching him before speaking as she turned to walk back into the hotel room out of sight, “Now, let’s go or they’ll think we never wanted to be here and that I twisted your arm and made you come!”

“I fucking wish you would.” Stephen mumbled under his breath, trying to adjust his crotch as he walked back across the balcony.

“What was that?” Christine asked, popping her head back around the balcony door.

“Nothing, baby.” Stephen smiled sweetly, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers together while trying to forget the aching in his crotch.

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