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ordinary-barbie · 6 days ago

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'cause you know i love the players, and you love the game.

summary: Saxon is always up for a challenge, but he wasn't prepared for you to beat him at his own game.

word count: 2.7k

tags: saxon being a typical prick, lots of sexual tension, bantering, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, doggy style, missionary, creampie, saxon is a bit of a mean!dom, reader...reads books (lol), saxon lowkey good at aftercare?

note: song title from blank space by tswift!

18+ content ahead—minors DNI!

Saxon loved a challenge.

He'd always been super competitive, even as a child. He had to be the fastest in gym class, the smartest student in AP Econ, the best employee at work to shut down the stupid nepo baby discourse.

But if there's one challenge Saxon especially thrived for, it was chasing women. He lived for the girls who played hard to get, who didn't fall into his lap so easily—though he definitely wouldn't turn those kinds of ladies down. (Hey, he was still getting his dick wet.) And with the White Lotus's stupid "digital detox" bullshit, he was even more hyperfocused on seeking out some pussy.

That British girl with the brown hair—Chelsea—had caught his eye right from the start. But she seemed to actually be in love with that grouchy fifty-year-old dude for some reason. There was Chloe, but she too was inexplicably wrapped up with some old white dude. Saxon didn't get it.

He turned a wandering eye to Jaclyn and her two friends—they were hot, and he was horny. But then, someone stopped him in his tracks: you.

You dropped into the beach chair next to Saxon's without a second thought, pulling a book out of your bag. Slouching Towards Bethelem by Joan Didion, whoever the fuck that was. You pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head and opened your book, crossing and uncrossing your legs.

Saxon lazily trailed his eyes up and down your body, giving extra focus to your beautiful tits and those incredible legs. Holy shit. He felt his pants grow tighter and all you were doing was fucking reading.

Saxon leaned in closer to you. "Hey, I'm Saxon. Whatcha reading?"

You looked up from your book, sending Saxon a withering glare that made his dick twitch. "Why do you care? I didn't think frat boys knew how to read," you snarkily replied.

Saxon laughed heartily. "Wow, you are mean. "I went to Duke, babe. Of course, I can read."

"I'm not your babe," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Well, you didn't give me a name, sweetheart. I gotta know who I'm working with here," Saxon said flirtatiously.

Against your better judgment, you gave Saxon your name. He repeated it, loving how the syllables sounded in his mouth. He hoped he got to scream it once he was balls deep inside of you.

"I'm guessing you're not really interested in Joan Didion's musings on life in 1960s California," you deadpanned, holding up your book cover so Saxon could see the title.

"Nah, not really," Saxon casually replied. "But I'd listen to you read the fuckin' dictionary, to be honest."

You chuckled, and Saxon felt like he'd won the fuckin' lottery. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you, Saxon?"

Saxon lazily smirked. "What do you think I studied at Duke?"

You scoffed, trying to look impassive, but this stupid frat boy was actually amusing you. "You're incredible."

"Incredibly...handsome? Funny? Irresistible?" Saxon flashed you a cocky grin.

You shook your head, returning to your book. "If you think I'm gonna stroke your ego, keep dreaming, my guy."

It was official—Saxon was hooked. Let the games begin.

Slowly but surely, Saxon began to unravel the mystery behind you. You'd studied photography at a state school ("Sorry it's no Duke," you'd quipped). You were the same age as him and were on vacation with your mom and stepdad, who was "hella loaded." You loved collecting records and the color blue ("Like my eyes," Saxon noted smugly.)

It’s been a while since he’d done this, actually getting to know a girl. And you were pretty cool. But Saxon had needs, and he felt like he wasn’t any closer to getting you in his bed. He’d had to settle for imagining your body on his while he jerked off in the bathroom.

Saxon felt like you were torturing him. Every piece of clothing you wore drove him crazy. You could be wearing a beach cover up and all he could think about is ripping it off and bending you over one of the chairs.

The afternoon had started off as usual. You sat in your beach chair, pulling out a book to read (today’s was As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner). Then you yawned and stretched, arching your back and giving Saxon a nice view of the cleavage hidden behind your bikini top.

Then you turned to him, asking if you could rest your feet in his lap. Obviously, he said yes. You smiled and went back to your book. But then…the tip of your foot started grazing his calf. He thought he imagined it at first, but then you did it again. Saxon gulped, the tips of his ears turning pink and his stomach doing flips. Fuck. He silently pleaded for the blood to stop rushing to his dick.

"Everything good, Saxon?" you asked sweetly, resting your book in your lap.

"I'm always good," Saxon said, trying to look like the very picture of nonchalance.

You flashed him a sly grin before returning to your book, but not before your foot casually brushed up against the growing tent in his shorts. Oh, you were evil. Saxon was so used to having the upper hand, able to charm women eventually, even the hard-to-get ones. But there you were, pulling out tricks Saxon didn't even know you had.

“Well played,” Saxon muttered to himself, impressed.

Saxon wasn't a hugely spiritual person, but he felt the universe had aligned things perfectly for him in that moment.

Chloe and her weird old man boyfriend had invited the Ratliffs and your family to hang out on their yacht, but you'd declined, feigning a headache. Your mom had worried, but Saxon quickly jumped in, assuring that he would ensure you would be taken care of while she and your stepdad were on the boat.

Now the two of you were alone, enjoying each other's company in your family's residence. Both of you were sprawled out on the couch, Saxon allowing you to use him as a footrest once again while you read another book (A Room with a View by E.M. Forster was today's choice).

"Just wondering, did you bring an entire fuckin library here or what?" Saxon teased, nudging your foot.

You snorted, playfully rolling your eyes at Saxon. "I always like to carry a few books when I travel. Maybe try cracking one open sometime—it might expand that little brain of yours."

"Don't know why you need those old books when I'm right here, baby," Saxon said, smirking lazily.

You stuck your bookmark in your book and put it on the coffee table, focusing your attention on Saxon. "You know what? You're right."

You shifted your position, climbing into Saxon's lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You stared intently at him, inching your face closer and closer...your lips nearly touching his...

Then you brushed his nose with yours and returned to your spot on the couch, whistling innocently.

Saxon felt a boiling teakettle about to erupt. You were in his fucking lap, so close to finally putting those gorgeous lips on his, and then—you just had to be a little tease. Saxon wondered, did it get you off to see him so flustered and sexually frustrated?

Saxon muttered some excuse about needing to piss, locking himself in the nearest bathroom and stroking his painfully hard cock. He had the image of you in his lap, all pretty and perfect, playing on a loop in his mind as he spurted out hot ropes of cum into his hand.

It was the night of the Full Moon Party, and Saxon was ready to let loose.

Chloe, Chelsea, Saxon, and you had flocked to Koh Phangan to let loose and party. It turned out that Chloe and Chelsea were actually fun without their boring old boyfriends around. However, Saxon mainly had eyes for you.

You were mesmerizing, looking like a vision in your glittery eyeshadow and crocheted bikini top. Saxon watched you casually drinking a beer and getting jealous of the bottle, wishing your lips were wrapped around him.

When Chloe offered you all party drugs, you and Saxon both declined. Saxon was relieved. If something were to happen tonight—and he was hoping it was, because he couldn't deal with this pent-up horniness any longer—he didn't want you to be fucked up in the process.

Chloe convinced you all to continue the party on the yacht, and you all obliged. You marveled at the size of the yacht, intimidated by its size. Your stepdad was rich, yes, but it looked like Chloe's boyfriend Gary was wealthy wealthy.

On the other hand, Saxon didn't give a shit about the yacht. He supposed it was nice, but he was operating on a one-track mind right now.

Saxon pulled Chloe aside, asking her if there was anywhere...private to hang out on the yacht.

Chloe smirked. "You're going to fuck _____, aren't you?"

Saxon huffed. "Dunno. I'm trying to."

Chloe laughed. "We have a guest room upstairs. Follow me."

When Chloe told you that Saxon wanted to meet with you on the terrace, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. The past few days with him had been a fun game of cat-and-mouse, with banter flying easily between the two of you, and his priceless reactions to you getting a rise out of him.

But something about this particular night felt different. Maybe it was the full moon or something in the air, but you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.

Saxon was lounging in a deck chair, his shirt fully unbuttoned. His grin when he finally spotted you was absolutely filthy. "Hey," he said casually. "Having a good night?"

You nodded, sitting in the chair next to Saxon's. "It's been fun."

"You wanna keep having some fun, just the two of us?" Saxon asked, his breath hot against your ear. You shivered, squeezing your legs together.

"You know, I thought we were gonna have fun together the other day while everyone else was on the yacht," Saxon admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "But someone decided she wanted to play games instead. Isn't that right?"

"Saxon, I—"

"Do you know what it feels like to have something so close, yet so far away?" Saxon murmured, stroking your bottom lip. "From the moment I saw you I wanted to fuck you, but I knew I had to work for a girl like you to even spare me a glance. So I waited. Got to know you and shit."

Your breath hitched as Saxon moved closer, ghosting his lips over yours, barely touching. "The other day, I jerked off and came harder than I have in a long time. And you know why?"

You silently shook your head, your heart pounding due to the proximity between you and Saxon.

Saxon kissed you below your ear. "Because." Another kiss to your neck. "You decided." A third kiss, right above your cleavage. "To be."

Finally, he took your face in his hands and kissed you, licking your bottom lip before he pulled away. "A fucking tease."

You whimpered, and Saxon's lips curled into a devious smirk. "Aw, what's the matter, sweetheart? Where's that smart mouth of yours gone?"

You felt like you would explode if you didn't have Saxon's lips on you again. You climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply, before he cut it short.

"Saxon!" you whined.

Saxon chuckled, carefully lifting you off his lap. "You've had your fun, babe. Now it's my turn."

Saxon was definitely giving you a taste of your own medicine.

He had you bent over the guest bed, your face buried into the mattress, and a pillow to rest your knees on. And he was going slow—agonizingly slow. The tip of his cock lazily teased your entrance for what felt like hours. And when you begged him to get a move on, he withdrew his dick and started lazily pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"You know, I think I understand why people get off on this teasing shit," Saxon said, casually rubbing your clit and eliciting another whine out of you. "This is kinda fun."

Your lip wobbled. "Saxon—please. 'm sorry. I won't tease you anymore."

Saxon continued to massage your clit, making your legs shake. "Gonna have to beg a little harder than that, darling."

Something about that damned nickname had your pussy clamping down on Saxon's fingers. He groaned. "Shit, you're so tight and wet and warm for me already. I bet my dick is gonna feel even better inside of you."

"Just—please fuck me, Saxon," you begged, throwing any inklings of pride out the window. "Need your dick inside of me."

Saxon's eyes darkened, his grin growing wider. "Atta girl."

Saxon pulled his fingers out, licking your slick off of them, and started pumping his dick. Luckily, you were soaking wet, so he wouldn't have any trouble sliding inside of you.

You both moaned at the sensation of Saxon's dick pushing into your wet cunt. He took one of your legs and put it over his shoulder, and the angle felt absolutely sublime as Saxon started fucking into you, hitting your G-spot just right.

Saxon grunted. "You getting close, baby?" he asked, noticing your breathing becoming more labored and your legs trembling.

You hummed, your words failing you right now. "Then cum," Saxon commanded, rubbing quick circles against your clit.

You let out a wail as you came, not caring if the entire country of Thailand heard you in the throes of pleasure. Saxon groaned, loving the creamy ring you formed around his cock.

"Please tell me you're on the pill," Saxon muttered, desperately wanting to release inside you.

"Yes," you assured him, bucking your hips. "Need your cum inside."

Saxon growled, flipping you on your back and grabbing your hips as he rocked into you. "Mine," he muttered possessively. "Want you to be my girl."

You gasped, your pussy clamping down at Saxon's territorial tone. "I'm all yours, Saxon," you said breathily, pulling him into a brief, messy kiss.

That's what broke the dam for him. He came with a grunt, kissing your neck as his cum spilled inside of you in thick spurts.

Saxon collapsed on the bed next to you, a dazed smile on his face. "Shit, I feel like you drained a week's worth of cum out of me.. I can't remember the last time I was so pent-up."

You laughed softly, kissing his shoulder. "I hate to stroke a rich white man's ego, but that was probably the best sex I've had, like, ever."

Saxon grinned smugly, putting his arms behind his head. "Careful, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to get hard again."

You rolled your eyes. "Behave yourself, and maybe we can do this again later."

Saxon snorted, looking at you warmly before getting up. "Where are you going?" you asked, suddenly feeling panicky.

"Just getting some towels to clean you up," he replied, flashing a lopsided grin. "Did you think I was gonna ditch you?"

You looked away bashfully, not wanting to admit that that's exactly what you were afraid of. You'd been through this before with a few fuckboy frat boys, who hardly ever wanted to cuddle afterwards and definitely weren't thinking about providing aftercare. That was a big reason you withheld yourself from Saxon for so long. You'd been falling for this boy and were terrified of letting your heart get stomped on once he finally got what he wanted.

Saxon returned from the guest bathroom with a warm towel, cleaning you up. "Make sure you go piss," he said, lightly shoving you when you rolled your eyes at him. "Don't be a brat. Gonna ask Chloe if she's got some water for you, if you want it."

Your heart squeezed with affection. "I appreciate it," you said.

After you'd used the bathroom and sipped on some Perrier Saxon got for you, the two of you headed back to his family's place, cuddling in his bed. There were only a few days of vacation left, and Saxon was determined to make the most of them with you.

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