#sugababy!fic au

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sugababy!fic part 12.5: THE VILLA IN THE MALDIVES pt. 2

Your skin was stuck to the glass wall behind you, your heated skin was slick, but not as slick as where you were joined with Lance between your thighs.

“Fuck!” You choked out, whining in the back of your throat as your finger nails dug into the back of his neck.

Lance let out a throaty moan while he fucked you, spurred on by all your sounds. It was one of many things you’d found turned your lover on.

He liked you loud, he liked whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to cum faster, and when you got oversensitive and would whimper and whine on his cock. Him and his cock liked when you pushed his hands off your body to hold over his head, if the hard twitch inside of you was anything to go by.

But it was hard to remember anything when he was fucking you so thoroughly.

“Lance, please.” You whined, your toes curled almost painfully.

Your back hurt from the way it was got banged into the glass, the way your slick skin was pulled as it stuck to it. It was all so good, so messy, so dirty and filthy, you hadn’t imagined it could be this way with your sweet sugar daddy. 

“Oh, princess,” he groaned, “is it time to be bent over the counter?” 

You whimpered as he laughed. 

He moved so effortlessly with you on his cock. He walked across the room like he wasn’t inside of you, and seemed completely composed as opposed to the way he’d just been ferociously fucking you moments before. 

“Come on, angel, feet flat on the ground, I’ll only be out of you for a moment.” 

You felt lightheaded as you lowered your legs as Lance lowered you, his hard member slipped from your wet cunt as you were faced towards the kitchen. 

You pressed your heated cheek to the granite counter top, the coolness of the stone feeling almost like a burn at this point. Your eyes were half lidded, practically closed as you panted.

Your lover pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, his touch so soft and delicate as he pet you thoughtfully.

“Like this?” He asked, “or do you need a break?”

“No,” you whined, “just like this.”

Lance punched the air from your lungs when he fucked you from the back. The way he stuffed you full of himself made you delirious in this position. His cock was good anywhere, any position, but you’d always been a dirty girl who loved to get bent over.

“Oh, you look so good, Angel.” Lance sighed before he harshly smacked your bottom.

You hummed and giggled at the sting that made you tighten around him. You let your head hand down at your legs and arms held you up. Lance’s large hands on your hips grounded you as he pulled you on and off his cock.

He felt so good like this.

He was so thick, from his large head to the wide hilt. You could feel the ridge of his cockhead as he fucked you, rubbing against your walls, the sweet drag of his velvety hot skin inside of your pussy, the way your cunt heated, slicked itself and burned with the stretch every time you took the delicious inches that made the base of his cock the fattest.

“Plug me so good, Daddy.” You shivered.

“You cold?” Lance licked the back of your shoulder as he pushed himself over you, the warmth of his chest making you coo.

“No!” You cried out as his hips slowed from a hard thrust to shorter, smoother thrust that just didn’t scratch your very pressing ‘itch’.

“Mmmmm…” Lance roughly fucked you for a minute before he slowed down again, “You keep shivering…”

“Fuck you.” You huffed.

“I know what we can do.”

Your ears perked up at that, no idea of Lance’s had been a bad one so far, so you eagerly nodded your head.

Lance stilled for a moment before he pulled out of you, shocking you into a loud gasp as your hole gaped from the thickness that had broken you in. Your cunt squeezed around nothing and made you whimper.

“Come on.” Lance grabbed your arm and pulled you forward on shaky legs.

Even walking, you could barely focus on anything but Lance. The flawless skin of his back, the little beauty marks on his body, the way his ass looked as he walked bare. You licked your lips as you got close enough to the glass doors that you could the reflection of Lance’s cock in it.

He was creamy and covered in you.

You grinned as the sliding glass door was pushed open.

“Get on your knees.” He commanded as he gently pushed you forward.

You’d turned around and dropped to your knees, pushed your hair from your face as you leaned in towards his cock. You whimpered when he stopped you.

“No, no, I like being covered in you,” he laughed, “face the ocean.”

You hummed and crawled on your hands and knees out on to the sun deck, your bare body on display as it absorbed the warmth of the sunshine. It was well after noon but the sun still shined as it made its way towards the horizon.

You got a warning smack to your ass before the blunt force of his cock pushing against your entrance cleared your mind. You gasped as he pushed, the pressure within your pussy shifted as he pushed in deeper and deeper, your cunt quivered with the force of being continuously spread and fucked for hours. 

“Pussy getting tired?” He teased. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed your hips back, forcing the rest of him home as you bit your lip hard. You weren’t into passing up dick, not the best dick you’d ever had. 

Lance leaned over you, and you could feel a slight pinch in your lower back as he pressed against you with his lower half and pulled your head back with his hand. Your cunt quivered around him when he took your neck in his grasp, making him chuckle darkly as he tipped your head back.

You looked up at him from your position, your back so arched and your head tipped all the way back, and him so deep inside of you. You felt completely euphoric.

“Why did we wait for this?” You slurred.

Lance smiled, “Cause you wanted to.”

“I want this.” You mumbled, never breaking eye contact with him.

“I know, my love.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pushed you forward, into a more comfortable position. The sun beamed down on you and warmed your already raw skin. When Lance rubbed his tip against the seam of your lips, you dropped your forehead with a thud against the deck and let out a loud whine.

Lance laughed at you before pulling you up right, so you were back to chest on your knees, “Darling,” Lance cooed in your ear as his hands pressed to your lower tummy, “I don’t think you’ve been honest with me.”

You could tell from the playful tone that he wasn’t serious, but the feel of him pressed to you kept you brain dead and silent.

“You need a break.” He told you softly.

You sighed and leaned back against him for a moment before he pushed his hand against your back to sit back up. Before you could open your eyes, he had scooped you up and carried you off to the bathroom.

“I don’t wanna stop.” You whined as you were lowered into a tub of warm water.

“M’not going anywhere, my love.” He told you as he rubbed a cloth along your arms.

You made an annoyed sound.

“You’re spoiled.” He laughed.

“Who spoiled me?”

Lances silence made you grin lazily.

By the time Lance finished bathing you, you were more alert and your desire pooled inside of you as Lance lifted you on to the counter where he patted you dry. You gently moved yourself, not wanting him to know how awake you truly were. None the wiser, Lance ended up right between your legs.

“Hey.” You whispered.

When Lance looked at you, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, kissing him and pressing him back to you. Lance moaned into your mouth as his tongue pushed against your lips. You opened your own mouth and met him halfway, one of your hands trailed down his chest to get to the other thing you wanted inside of you.

“Impatient.” Lance hissed against your mouth as you gripped him.

“Did you even get soft?”

“I haven’t cum yet.” He replied against your lips.

You weren’t sure why that turned you on so much, but after hours of mind boggling sex and more orgasms than you’re sure you’ve had in one day, you were impressed. And it made you want his cum more.

“Want it.” You nipped his lip as you leaned your hips back and pulled away from him so you could lean back on your elbows.

You unwrapped your legs from his waist and pulled your knees to your sides. Lance looked down at your opened cunt, and how spread you were for him. He looked like a man starved, and you guessed he was since he still hadn’t cum.

“Oh, Angel, how I love you.” He winked at you before you were joined once again.

You let out a loud, high pitched gasp as your pussy tried to adjust to him again. Your lips were raw, your pussy worn out and you instantly felt lightheaded again.

But you’d never felt so good.

You screamed as he fucked you while he walked out of the bathroom and across the suite. His hips snapped against yours as he kept his knees bent, each step a harsh thrust into your depths. It was like he was desperate to get as deep as possible inside of you, and you could do nothing but take it. Your legs were numb where they were bent over his elbows. You gasped as he leaned forward and dropped down on top of you on the bed. The force of gravity pushed him so deep you screamed from the way his cock kissed the deepest part of you, promising you that he was no where near done with your cunt.

“On your knees,” Lance groaned as he pulled himself from you and swatted your thigh, “now.”

You pouted at him before quickly turning over.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” Lance told you as he slowly slid back inside of you, “the way you loved getting fucked filthy?”

You looked at him from over your shoulder and shook your hips playfully before your body jumped from the hard slap you got on the ass.

“Can’t wait to cum in this pussy again.”

You looked down at the bed underneath you as he began to build up a rhythm. You couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw.

The skin of your forearms and knees were raw and bruised, and the sting of lovebites around your collarbones, ribs, thighs and hips seemed to burned red hot in you, all the pressure you felt in them going straight to your clit.

You were honestly happy you’d managed to make it to the bed for this round.

Not that you really cared, you’d happily lose the skin on your appendages to keep getting Lance’s long cock buried inside you. You never thought it would be so good, that you would enjoy it so much, that would feel so natural. Now that you’d started, he definitely acted like you felt- like too much just wasn’t enough.

“Oh, fuck” you whimpered.

You were on all fours, your raw forearms pressed into the butter soft sheets under you, your thighs spread with your lower back arched just enough to make sure Lance had the perfect angle to pound into you from behind.

Lance leaned over you to lick and kiss at your shoulder blades before he hooked your arms with his and hauled you on to your knees. Now you sat up, his cock speared into your pussy, and basically became the only thing keeping you up right. You both moaned when he let go of your arms to grip your tits; he squeezed them while keeping you propped against him, his hips slowly pushed into you, his hips twisting so you could feel him stirring up your juices inside you.

“Angel, look at that. That’s your sunset, baby.” He moaned. His hips suddenly snapped into the soft flesh of your ass before he stopped for a moment like he had suddenly remembered something.

“You wanna ride me?”

You smiled as you remembered your first conversation about the Maldives. “Maybe tomorrow.” you replied, a little out of breath.

Lance let go of you so your chest fell back on to the bed, your face towards the sunset as he continued to fill you up so good.

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sugababy!fic part twelve: THE VILLA IN THE MALDIVES

After a plane ride that consisted of heavy petting and snuggling, arriving at the Maldives so many hours later felt like you were walking straight into a dream. 

The Maldives were the most beautiful place you’d ever visited, and you completely believed that Lance had purposefully brought you to paradise. He’d found the dreamiest, all inclusive resort that was incredibly reclusive. The resort sat on a small island of land, with all the villas stretched out in a loop across the water.  

But that wasn’t where your villa was, no. Your villa was the largest one, and sat at the end of a long dock on the other side of the small island. There was no one around you but clear, blue water. All three sides of the villa, not including the front that connected to the walk way dock to get to the land, were all solid glass from floor to ceiling.

The villa itself was large, with a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and open floor concept indoors. Outdoors, there was an infinity pool, a sun deck, a canopy, a netted hammock for you to lay over the water below and a staircase that lowered into the water just in case you didn’t want to jump from the deck.

It was silent, gorgeous and every moment convinced you further and further that you were where you were meant to be, with who you were meant to be with. The peacefulness was unreal. It also helped that Lance pulled out all the stops, explained that there would be a chef who would prepare your meals, and had the whole week planned with relaxing activities for you two to do together every day, and only if you felt up to it.

Lance made your life a dream.

“Are you happy?” He hesitantly asked from behind you.

You leaned against one of the glass dividers outside, taking in the gorgeous miles of sea in front of you. Happy wasn’t the word to describe how you felt. You turned around and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. You smiled when you felt him rest his chin on your head.

“I’m always happy now.” You replied honestly.

You pulled away from him and reached for his hand so you could walk him towards the bed. He sat down when you pushed on his shoulders and in a rare action, crowded you as soon as you climbed into your lap. You didn’t say anything about it, you just leaned your head back so he could kiss on your neck.

“Let’s sleep, Angel.” Lance murmured against your neck.

You scoffed at the tease, before you realized he was serious. “Sleep?” you squeaked as he manhandled you up the bed.

“Yeah,” he smiled at you and stroked your cheek as he pulled you down and beside him on the bed, “you should get some rest while I still let you.”

He laughed as you whined, “That’s such a tease!”

“You kept me waiting, dear, now you have to wait for me.” 

“Fine,” You snipped, “but I’m not making it any easier for you.” 

You shoved your legs under the sheets as Lance did, but sat up straight so you could tug your shirt over your head. Exposed tits out, you laid back with your hands over your head, your face away from where Lance laid beside you. 

You heard him huff, but true to his word, he didn’t touch you. 

-

The next morning was a different story.

You inhaled, your sleep slipped from your mind as you woke quickly, a hot, tight, wetness around your nipple. You hummed and let out a soft moan as you heard the suck you felt. Your eyes opened, and you had to blink as the bright, yet soft, sunlight came in through the glass doors. 

Small kisses were peppered around your nipples, and then a hand engulfed one of your breasts as you finally took in your surroundings. 

There were flowers everywhere. 

Flower arrangements lined the walls and the shelves, it looked magical. Your heart thumped in your chest as you were brought back to your first ‘date’, the MET gala. Your villa looked like something straight out of the little universe that the two of you had entered that night. Finally, things around you looked as whimsical as they felt. 

Unable to shake the romantic feelings and atmosphere that pulled at your pussy strings, you pulled your thighs apart so that Lance could move his hips over yours. You shivered when the weight of his cock pressed to your hip as the warmth of him pressed to you. You couldn’t help but beg for more. 

Your eyes slipped shut as a gentle ‘please’ left your lips, along with a slightly smug smile. You were rewarded with a deep hum that vibrated his chest against yours as you felt his body drag against yours. Your sugar daddy could never said no to you. And who were you to each other but over indulgers?

“Kiss me.” you whispered.

Spread by your arms and legs, you sighed as you felt his breath hit your lips. You bit your lip as he gently kissed where he knew your clit was, before his fingers pressed to your lips and spread them wide, exposing your clit as it was pulled forward from behind your lips. A whimper escaped your mouth as another gentle, barely there brush of lips touched your bundle of nerves. That whimper turned into a gasp as you pushed against your shoulders, back arched as Lance unexpectedly sucked your clit between his teeth. 

“Daddy!”

Almost cruelly, he let it slip out just between his teeth, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin making you feel like you’d just been struck by lightning. 

He chuckled before he began to lap at your seam, his fingers spreading your lips as a whole now, your wet skin parting with a sound that made it very obvious how much you loved him eating you out. 

“Needy, needy, needy.” He teased.

But how could you not be? It didn’t help that you’re usually sunny, easy going sugar daddy was an absolute intense lover. You had seen moments of it when he was going down on you, sometimes he’d get too excited and say things or do things to your kitty that had you cumming so fast. But now, it was like you’d peeled back his last layer, and he was finally showing you how he could take his time, how he wanted to get his full of you.

You knew he knew as well as you did that this would end with him finally inside of you. No more dry humping, just oral, or rubbing up against each other, this was it. No more waiting.

You moaned as he pushed his tongue in a little too far, your walls squeezed but stretch from his tongue. He seemed to like you loud, cause his hands clamped on your hip and he pressed his face up against your cunt and shoved his tongue into you. You mewled as his thick, wide, tongue drooled into your gushing center. 

Lance moaned, suckling your entrance as he wiggled his tongue and curled it inside of you. You fought the overwhelming urge to grab him by his hair and haul him up to you so you could taste yourself in his mouth. You wanted more, you wanted to cum on your sugar daddy’s tongue. 

“Ohhhhh, please, please, please.”

With your loud pleading, Lance doubled his efforts and it finally clicked in your brain that he liked hearing you, that all the times he’d made your thighs shake had been moments you talked. 

“Oh, Daddy, make me cum.” You groaned, “I wanna cum on your tongue, make it feel so good.” 

You cried out as he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards him so he could bury his face between your thighs. He moved his tongue in and out of you, sucking on your clit before shoving his tongue back where his cock would soon go. It drove you wild and your hand flew down to pull on his hair. Your thighs instinctually lifted and you rode his face as he pressed his mouth to you, the frantic humping of your hips making his nose nudge your clit, making your pleasure mount. 

You screamed when your pleasure shattered through you, making your hips pulse as your back arched almost painfully. You whimpered when he suddenly pulled off your pussy, and two of his very large fingers sunk into your cunt, fucking you hard and quick, the squishing sounds of your wetness being stirred up made you cry out. He knew just how to curl his hands as your vision went white and your legs shook uncontrollably. 

By the time you came to, you whimpered as he was still stirring up your pussy, slapping it with his palm as more of your juices splashed out of you. 

“Messy girl.” he whispered as he pulled his fingers from you, making your thighs shake as you cried out. 

“Hi, beautiful.” 

He leaned back over you and kissed you gently, his lips barely pressed to yours, making your heart swell. But it wasn’t just your heart that felt swollen. You lifted your hand and grabbed his face to yours, pushing your tongue between his lips. You moaned as he giggled against your lips, taking in the way you sucked on his tongue and dragged your tongue around his. 

He brushed his nose against yours, his voice no louder than a whisper, “What do you want?”

You opened your eyes, looking right at him, “You.”

“You have me.” He told you softly, bumping your nose again with his to make you giggle. 

He leaned back on his knees and gestured to his lap, “I’m covered in you.”

You smiled slyly as you took in his soaked lap. His briefs were black, but they were obviously wet, the whole front was splashed darker from your orgasm. 

“Is that from me or you?” you teased. 

Lance shook his head as he laid next to you and lifted his hips to drag his underwear off. Thrown to the other side of the room, he leaned his head back against the pillows and sighed as his hand came down to wrap around himself. He played with himself as his closed eyes stayed facing the ceiling. 

You watched entranced as he touched himself, until he spoke. 

“Angel,” he turned his head toward you, “can I have you?” 

You felt your eyes get glossy as a small smile pulled at the way he could make something so dirty sound so sweet. You nodded as you wordlessly climbed on top of him, too eager to suck him off. You knew he didn’t need anyway. 

Looking up at you, Lance leaned up as you climbed on top of his lap. Wrapping an arm around your waist, you held his face in your hands. Looking into his patient, kind eyes had your heart swelling in your chest. You’ve never felt lust like this, a need to be connected with him, a want to be with him, for any other man before in your life.

“I love you.” you told him.

He leaned his forehead against yours as he smiled and shut his eyes, “I love you too.” 

You basked in the moment of peace until you couldn’t ignore the buzzing of electricity between your pressed skin. Breathing in, you pulled your forehead from his so you could reach down between you. You ignored the way his breath quickened when you held him in your hand, and instead became breathless with him when you dragged the tip of him against you until you pushed him between your thighs. 

Feeling him between your legs, his tip pressed so firmly to your entrance made you pause. A soft kiss to your jaw brought you back to attention as you carefully sunk down, the both of you clung to each other as you slowly but steadily connected. You relaxed and melted against Lance as you sunk as far as you could go, you inner thighs pressed to each side of his hips. 

His arms were wrapped around you, one hand squeezed your hip while the other reached diagonal across your back to grasp the back of your shoulder blade. 

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured against your skin. 

You whimpered, rocking your hips to test how deep he was and how full you were with him. The absolute ecstasy of him inside of you made your hips pick up the pace and while you’d meant for this to be loving, you realized that this was what you needed. You needed this connection to him and you wanted him.

You wanted Lance. 

And as much more than a sugar daddy, if your love profession that had been quickly reciprocated (swoon) had indicated. 

“Wanted you for so long.” You whined, your hips bucking as you began to bounce yourself in his lap, your palms pressed to his chest.

“I waited for you, Angel.” he teased.

You made a bratty sound before you shoved his shoulders back with your weight, pinning him below you as you leaned over him. From this angle, you could ride him hard, snapping your hips down into his and fucking yourself with his cock while he stayed pinned beneath you. Plus it made your back arch dramatically, making a deeper, wetter slide. Coupled with your tits hanging in his face and making his cock jerk inside of your quivering pussy, you were almost ready to cum already. 

You whimpered as you rode him, your legs wide underneath you as his hips dug into your soft inner thighs. You rode him harder, more turned on by the pleasurably pain of him being so closely pressed to you. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin made you whine as you chuckled deliriously and snapped your hips. 

Underneath you, Lance groaned, “Oh, baby, slow down.”

“Can’t.” you whimpered. 

Lance made a sound, and suddenly you were leaning back, your hands grasping his knees as his spread legs gave him leverage to plant his feet and thrust up into you. Bounced in his lap, his cock sunk into you over and over, the rougher ride helped by gravity and the pure strength in your lover’s lean body. 

You almost fell back between his spread legs, your legs still bent and tucked on each side of his waist when you let out a loud yelp. You hummed as your pussy tightened around him, the spot he’d hit making you want to cry. 

Your mind briefly went back to the first time you’d seen Lance’s dick, and how you knew the slight curve to the tip would hit exactly where you needed it to to see stars. 

Trusting yourself and hungry for more, you pushed Lance’s knee so they spread more and then you did the one thing that made the most sense in the moment, you leaned back until your shoulders pressed to the mattress. 

Bent backwards, Lance’s cock hit that spot over and over, and he moaned brokenly underneath you as you both felt the way you were quickly tumbling towards the edge. Leaning up, Lance sat up and pulled your legs straight before he grasped your hips in his hands. Fucking into you now, you withered and thrashed under him as you held on to the sheets. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your whole pelvis was contracting as you squeezed and milked Lance as the thick tip of his dick stayed pressed to that perfect stop on your upper wall. 

“Come on, Angel, cum for me.” Lance pleaded breathlessly. 

You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, the pulse in his pelvis against you a telltale sign that your own pleasure was giving him his. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and let your toes curl, your mouth opening with a loud gasp before a silent scream left your parted lips. Your body tightened, and you heard Lance’s choked off moan before his hips were planted against your thighs, his cock twitching inside you as you were finally filled with his cum. 

“Ohhhh,” you whimpered as you tried to breathe, your body still so tight.

You cried out as Lance suddenly shifted and leaned over you, the both of you groaning as he was pushed deeper into you as he laid on top of you between your spread thighs. 

“I love you, Angel, I love you.” He muttered into your neck.

“I love you too.” You answered truthfully. 

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugardaddy lance seems like the kind of guy to see you look in the window of a jewellery shop for a moment and then to surprise you the next day with everything that was in the window - because he knows you wanted SOMETHING but he couldnt work out which you'd want the most, so what's wrong with spoiling his angel a little and buying her everything she could ever want?

Can we fuck him on a bed of jewels?

[thirstyandbeautiful]

omg theres only 2 oarts of sugarbaby left!?!?!?! im not ready to say goodbye to him

Two parts that I currently have planned

This fic is my comfort fic and I will keep this going as you guys ask for it!

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugardaddy lance sex marathon except he cuddles her in the ocean after and feeds her chocolate because he's squishy soft like that

👀 how’d you know what pt 12.5 is gonna be

[thirstyandbeautiful]

IWANT SUGARBABY AND I WANT IT NOOOOOOOW pls its a service to this whole earth everyone should read it every rich man should take notes and then do the same for me

ooo yes sis talk that talk! okay okay. i will bring sugababy out!

good news is that i got the next part after this next part just about done soooooo you know once i get going, i get going with these fics

[thirstyandbeautiful]

oh my god what is sugar daddy lance proposes to her by designing her a dress that looks an awful lot like a wedding dress and when she points it out he's like 'you need an occasion to wear it, i'd suggest our wedding' and girlie is like HOOOOO BABEY YES (it just took me 5 minutes to work out how to spell designing)

Oh god to add or not to add a proposal to this fic FUCK

Read the new part of sugababy here!

[thirstyandbeautiful]

IVE NOT READ 12.5 YET BUT LET ME TELL U I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW IT HAD BEEN POSTED I WILL KEEP U UPDATED ILY

ILY <3 I told you all I owed you!!!

Happy reading, hoes

[thirstyandbeautiful]

ooo!! i'll miss sugar baby a lot once its over, but i just know whatever you come up with next will be just as thrilling!! <3 ty so much for doing all this

Thanks babe! I think there’s a lot of excitement coming 🥰

[thirstyandbeautiful]

ooo new look for the blog! lookin gooood!! any news on sugar babe tho

Yes!!! My lovely M decided to grace me with her skills this morning 🥰 we’re glad you like it!

The next part of sugababy is almost done! I’ve been working on it all week. It’s gonna be pwp cause I owe y’all that haha

[thirstyandbeautiful]

WOKE UP TO NEW SUGABABY CHAPTER IS LIKE GETTING A GOOD DICK 😩😩😩😩😩 thank you for blessing us bestie

YESSSS! It was about time bestie

[thirstyandbeautiful]

KAKSDNFKRMAKEE WAKE UP TO THAT HUH!?!??! I NEED MY OWN LANCE FOR REAL

GOOD MORNING �� sugababy pt12 is here!

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic part 14: HONEYMOON AVE

Fast forward a year after the Maldives trip, you and Lance are happy as ever. Returning to where you first admitted your love to each other, you run into someone unexpected from your past, leading to a much more fun pt.2 to your original Maldives trip.

“It’s just as beautiful as I remember it.”

The sun shined through the gauzy curtains as it set across the water. The sky was a beautiful mix of purples and oranges, with pink around the edge. The Maldives had been stunning the first time, but now coming back it was even better.

“M’so happy we’re back.” Lance mumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

His soft lips pressed to the back of your neck before he set his chin on your shoulder.

“You happy to be back?” He asked.

“Of course!” You turned in his arms to wrap your arms around him, “Got a lot to celebrate together.”

Lance hummed and slipped his hand up into your hair, gently tugging your head back so he could kiss you. Wrapped up in each other, it was easy to remember how the past year had been just as you expected: full of love, happiness and anything you could want and more.

It was really exciting to be back in the Maldives, and the first two days were a whirlwind of sweet love making and lounging by the sea. You didn’t really bother with any of the activities on the island, just wanting to be lazy and with each other. It wasn’t until the third day that you had ventured into the more public areas, finally feeling like you weren’t in danger of being a complete whore in public.

Complete whore as in getting Lance’s dick in your mouth on the beach.

But the stringy bikini you were would suffice for the lack of dick in your mouth. You were shameless in the hot pink get up that caught every eye and made every love bite that was visible (a lot of you was visible) seem even more saturated against your sun kissed skin.  

And when Lance saw you and looked slightly uncomfortable and a bit tighter in the shorts, all the better.

But after a few hours, the sun and heat got you both mellowed out, and things seemed pretty chill until you decided to get a drink from the bar. You were tucked under Lance’s arm, his body facing the rest of the beach as you looked at the bar and waited for your drinks.

“Hey, Lance.”

You froze as a familiar voice called your lover’s name. With your back to the individual, you looked up at Lance in shock as he smiled and greeted them back.

“Hi, how are you?”

Pivoting on your heel, and bending a bit forward around Lance, you came face to face with Jamie Chadwick.

“Hi Jamie,” you breathed out, “How are you?”

Lance took a step back and pulled you so that you were side by side, parallel to where Jamie stood. His face was confused, but his manners made him adjust you.

Jamie’s molten chocolate colored eyes zeroed in on you as she took a few steps closer, the small smile on her face made every nerve in your body shock awake. Even after all this time, she had the same effect on you.

“I’ve been good, but you look like you’ve been very well.” She cheekily replied, “Lance, I didn’t know you did arrangements like this.”

You quickly corrected her, “It’s not like- we were, but-t, now we’re not. We’re together.”

“Ah,” she nodded, “I see.”

She was still so put together, so in control, even in the most awkward situation. It made your stomach twist in a way that guilted you. You caught Lance glancing between you both, and knew instantly that he had quickly caught up to what was going on.

Jamie looked you up and down quite obviously, “Well, obviously he’s being very good to you.” She cleared her throat and none too discretely stroked the side of her neck, making you quickly move your hair over the mark Lance had left on you that morning.

You felt ridiculous when your embarrassment made you look down, just for the bites on your tummy and thighs to catch your eye.

“Yes, I take very good care of my fiance.” Lance cleared his throat, “I didn’t know you were in the Maldives this week, thought you’d be working on some race or story.”

Jamie was a well known racing journalist who had worked her way up the ladder of what had been a man’s world. Elbows out, she had fought and clawed her way to one truly ruthless executive producer spot on many of the broadcasts that showcased races around the world. But she was a busy woman, a busy woman with no time for commitment, for a relationship that didn’t stay within it’s black and white perimeters.

Which is where your time with her had started and ended, paused in a memory that you hadn’t conjured in years.

Jamie looked away from you and looked up at your lover, “Yes, well, it’s quite like paradise,” she looked back at you, “isn’t it?”

-

You rubbed the moisturizer into your cheeks as you inspected your skin. It was extremely clear, and you had to credit the Maldives for it. The water was just so rich, so clean, so stunning, you were convinced it had to be the Fountain of Youth.

Behind you, Lance leaned against the doorway, “So, you used to work with Jamie?”

Abrupt, he must have been thinking on this all day.

“It was a long time ago,” you chose your words carefully, “I haven’t seen her in years. I’m surprised she even recognized me.” You stepped around him, exiting the bathroom as you followed.

You smiled at Lance in the mirror above the bed and turned around to face him. Your hand was gently set on his shoulder as you kissed his lips softly, chastely. Stepping around him, you grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him to the bed.

Kneeling on it, you crawled up the huge, plush cushioning alongside Lance until you reached the pillows. You laid on your side, and smiled at Lance’s sweet face as he laid across from you. Reaching up, you pressed your fingers to his cheek and gently traced lines in it.

“So, the two of you were-”

“It was purely business, we never got close to us.” you cut him off, not wanting to indulge in the conversation.

You never wanted to hide anything from Lance, and his pushing made you feel like you had hid something.

“M’sorry.” he grumbled, his face falling, “I didn’t mean, I just- I didn’t know what you were like before I knew you.”

“Of course you didn’t.” you joked with a giggle.

Lance’s cheeks heated before his face got serious again, “The way she looked at you...”

Honesty, he needs honestly, “She has an appetite,” you blurted out, “she looks at a lot of women like that.”

“Is that why you ended things?” He asked, and add, “Unless she did?”

“Lance...”

“I just want to know,” he gave you a small smile, “didn’t know you were into girls.”

“Does it matter?”

He bit his lip, “No, it doesn’t. I just like knowing you, I feel like I do and I- I’m fucking up what I’m thinking and it’s not coming out right. I-”

You shushed him, “You know me better than anyone else in my whole life, please don’t let a simple conversation make you think otherwise.”

“I know, I know!” he answered quickly, kissing the tip of your nose, “I trust you. I just was, like, caught off guard, being told something I didn’t know about you to someone I know in passing. Cause, well, you know her, very, very well.”

“Having sex with someone doesn’t equate to knowing them.”

“I know, but- you get what I’m saying?” he really struggled to put his own thoughts into words, “I was just caught off guard. I have questions-” you looked at him as he rushed out the rest of his sentence, “but I’ll sound like an asshole so I’m gonna stop.”

“I don’t want to be with her, I have you.” You snuggled into Lance’s side as he held you closer, “it’s just different being with a woman, I can’t explain it. It’s like comparing apples to oranges, it would never make sense to you.”

“So... you miss it?” he moved closer to you, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the way his voice had dropped an octave.

“Miss being single and messing around with girls or boys, or sometimes both?” you hummed, “Never, I have you.”

“So you miss girls and threesomes.” he placed a kiss to your jaw.

You laughed, squirming under him as you pinched Lance’s side. “It’s not like that!”

“You know, Angel, we could always have a threesome with a woman.”

Lance was pushing you over now, climbing on top of you and settling between your thighs. His hardened cock landed with a thud on your pelvis, making you whimper. He sat up, throwing the covers off of you before leaning back to trail his cock down against your lips. You lifted your hips and the tip bobbed down, catching on your entrance.

You and Lance moaned as he filled you.

“I could fuck this sweet pussy like this.” He mumbled, “While she sits her sweet pussy on your face.”

“Ohhh,” You moaned and played with your nipples as you listened to Lance talk dirty, “imagining me eating pussy gets you this hard?”

Lance kissed you hard before leaning forward on his elbows so he could smack his hips forward, “Would you like that?” he asked, “Do you miss pussy, Angel?”

You whimpered and shook your head yes, reaching down to fondle your clit. Lance’s hips rolled into yours, driving his cock deeper as you squeezed him. Your eyes were screwed shut, the pleasure making your toes curl.

“I bet you’re so good at eating her out, probably eat pussy like you suck cock, like a needy little slut.”

A low groan rips from your throat and your back arches.

“Bet you suck on her clit like you suck on the tip of my dick.”

You whimpered, your body squirming before Lance slapped your thigh, making you howl. He leaned over you, pinning you down with his hips as his hands came down on each side of you. The new angle let him fall and push deeper and deeper in your depths.

“Did you let her take you, Angel? Did she bend you over and fuck you like this?”

Memories of straps and silicone made your pussy gush.

“Oh fuck, I felt that,” Lance’s voice was strained now, “you got fucked good with that strap on didn’t you?” You gasped, your pussy gushing again. “Did she make you lick it clean after? Was that before or after you made her cum with that slutty mouth of yours?”

“Ohhh,” you moaned, “I licked everything clean.” You moaned with Lance.

Curses flew from his mouth as his hips snapped to yours, you loved when he got filthy, “Of course you did, little cumslut, probably would suck cum off anything.”

You spread your legs wider, crying out from how hard he was fucking you. So close to cumming, you felt painfully overwhelmed and out of control in the most delicious way.

“I’ll lick your cum off the floor.” You hissed breathlessly.

“Yeah?” Lance moaned, “How bout if I cum on her?”

“Cum in her.” you gasped, “Wanna taste you both.”

“No, only you get this.”

Lance cursed as his hips pressed against yours, his cock pulsing as his cum leaked out the sides of your pussy as he filled you. You whimpered when he rolled off of you. Beside you, Lance caught his breath as he looked into your eyes.

“You think she’d agree?”

You smirked, “Let me talk to her.”

-

Telling Lance you were going to talk with her, and actually going to talk to Jamie turned out to be two totally separate things. He’d hung back in the villa, not wanting to be some awkward tag along when you were asking for sex.

But it was going to be really, really hot threesome sex.

Anyways.

You’d sat on the beach for the past hour watching Jamie swim around in the waves. Each time you’d gone to get up, you’d lost your nerve- either because she was wading deeper into the water, or someone passed by. It was always something and you were honestly getting annoyed at yourself for your constant chickening out.

You grumbled to yourself as you laid back on the villa provided lounge chair, happy that the villa’s shared beach still had perks like this so you didn’t have to worry about getting sand on you before getting into bed.

If we even got to that point, you growled at yourself.

“Are you gonna sit over here looking like you’re having a woe is me monologue or are you going to tell me why you’ve been watching me?”

Your eyes snapped open, and your cheeks heated as you took in the sight in front of you.

You watch the water droplets drip down Jaime’s chest, one shiny bubble of water trailing down between her breasts as she leans towards you. You could feel your mouth drying up, the temptation to lick her dry getting stronger every minute.

“Jamie,” you greeted her, “I-”

“I see the way you’ve been watching.” She speaks low, sultry, seductive, “And how you came down here alone... If Lance needs help with you, baby, you know I got what you need.”

Oh wow, okay, forward.

You were completely caught off guard, out of your element. Jamie was gorgeous and you were used to being the blunt one, the one who chased and cornered and got what she wanted. The tables were turned on this one and you found yourself resisting the urge to drop to your knees and attach your mouth to the apex of her thighs.

“You’re so cute.” Jamie giggled and reached out to caress your side as she stepped into your space and sat beside you.

You finally found your voice, “I’d be cuter between your legs.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Jamie smiles, “where’s your villa?”

“Just over there.” you squeaked, motioning to the dozen villas over your shoulder.

Jamie hummed, “Where’s your Lance?”

“Waiting.” you mumbled.

“For us?” Her head tilted and her eyebrows sprung up, “Wow. Now imagine if I had someone else with me here, now that would be a party.” She looked down at your body and scanned your bikini, “But I remember you’re quite the party on your own.”

“You’re being very forward.” you bit out.

“I’m feeling nostalgic, love.”

“Well, this wouldn’t just be a trip down memory lane.” you told her carefully, “It would-”

“The both of you, right.” Her head tilted, “I didn’t know you were into sharing,” she smiled, “in fact, I remember you being very against sharing.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Tell me,” She spoke over you, “Do you miss pussy in general or just mine?” She stepped into your space and lowered her voice, “Cause I miss yours, and it’s been a while since I’ve had a good fuck, so...”

“Follow me.” you breathed out.

Even though you were the one to say it, Jamie was the one to stand first and hold her hand out to you. You took it easily, and found yourself in step beside her as she led you to the boardwalk. Stopping beside the main check in building, she let go of your hand, and giggled at the confused look on your face.

“M’covered in salt, you impatient thing.”

You leaned against the stone archway as Jamie went under the spray of one of the outdoor showers and teasingly rubbed her body down for your eyes. She giggled each time you zoned out watching her. But you couldn’t help it, she was gorgeous.

And the idea of sharing her with Lance made your mouth water.

“Alright,” she called as she turned off the water, “bring me to your man.”

You gulped as you took her hand in yours and you led the way.

-

Walking into the villa, you were surprised by the lack of sound, and a quick scan told you that Lance either wasn’t there or didn’t want to scare Jamie just yet. You didn’t want her to feel put off, so you quickly turned on your heel in the open concept home, but were silenced instantly.

Jamie’s lips were soft, and her tongue was wet as she parted your own to meet your tongue. You moaned into her mouth as her finger traced a trail down your chest. She teased the underside of your breast for a moment, and took the way you nipped her lip as the go ahead. With a flick of your tongue against hers to distract you, she pulled your string bikini top to the side. You shivered as your exposed nipple hardened in the cooler air.

“Oh, wow, I missed these.” Jamie breathed out.

Your fingers sunk into Jamie’s silky hair as she took your nipple into her mouth, suckling gently on it with her teeth. It made you whimper and your pussy gushed from the fact that she remembered how to suck your nipples after all this time.

You gasp when her hand suddenly cupped your pussy, her fingers wiggling between your legs where she knew your entrance is. Reaching down, you pluck the bow one side of your hip, and flipped it over so the string hits Jamie’s leg.

With a smirk, Jamie pulled your nipple with her teeth before pulling off and looking into your eyes. Her hand dipped between your loosened bottoms and caressed the top of your mound. She chuckled knowingly as you spread your legs as best you could where you stood.

“Let’s move this to the bed.” Jamie’s hands pressed to your hips as she walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

It was in this moment that you both heard the soft foot falls and your heart skipped a beat as Lance emerged from another part of the villa and strutted to the loveseat across from the bed. He sat down nonchalantly, like pants weren’t the only thing he was wearing.

Jamie looked over her shoulder and chuckled, but didn’t acknowledge him in any way.

“Hey-” before you could properly greet him, Jamie’s mouth was sealed to yours. You could hear Lance scoff.

Jamie’s fingers skimmed your seam, making your breath shutter against her lips. She pulled away for a moment from the kiss, and you leaned up to follow her when she suddenly planted her hand on your shoulder to shove you flat on the bed.

“Easier to spread your legs like this,” she winks, “unless,” she looks at you for a moment, “you’d rather be on your hands and knees?”

You swallow thickly, “like this.” you looked over her shoulder at Lance and felt yourself smile when he blew you a kiss and palmed himself through his clothes.

Jamie nodded, nudging your cheek before she sat up to recapture your attention. Obediently, you laid back.

“Oh, she’s so pretty,” Jamie cooed as she looked at your partially exposed core, “let me see all of her.” She pulled on the string on your other hip.

With the brush of the air came a rush of blood to your lower half as she pulled your bottoms off and chucked the stringy thing across the room. She sat between your spread legs like she deserved to be there. You forced your arms to stay at your sides as her hungry gaze ate you up.

“Still so juicy.” She mumbled as her hands slapped your inner thighs, groped them and pushed them, opening you further.

It was so obscene the way she looked at your spread cunt, you couldn’t help but sit up and pull her head down slowly and gently. Jamie looked up at you as she let you guide her head to your spread lips. She kept eye contact as she latched on to your clit, making you cry out and arch your back, your hands clenched the bed sheets.

“Still so needy.”

“Did you miss the way I eat your pussy?”

“I missed shoving my tongue in here.”

She moaned before she stuck her tongue right down your hole. Jamie nudged the tip of her tongue inside you and you lost it. Your hips jumped and you cried out loudly at the sensation. She grinned between your legs like the cat that got the cream as she slowly dragged her wet, now actually creamy, tongue out.

“You know no one tastes like you.” She said conversationally, like she wasn’t lapping at your cunt, “After us, I stuck my tongue in so many pussies,” she smirked at your pout, “sucked clit after clit, made so many women cum right in the palm of my hand… but none of them were like you.”

“Told you, angel.” Lance’s voice cut through the heavy haze between you and Jamie.

“You too?” Jamie called over her shoulder as she continued to drag her tongue up and down.

“Yeah,” he grumbled as he pressed down on his strained pants, “yummiest little hole.”

You whimpered and shook your hips back and forth, your patience gone and your need high. You whimpered when Jamie slapped your hip, seemingly unaffected by your wanton state.

“None of them begged for my tongue inside of them,” she continued like Lance had never interrupted, “none of them howled while I sucked their little thing,” she roughly rubs your engorged clit for emphasis, “none of them squirted like you did...” Her head tilted with wonder, “I miss you soaking my hand, baby, can you do it?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet as she sunk two fingers into your unprepared hole and curled them, “Can you still squirt?”

You gasped as her fingers burned the rim of your cunt. Your walls struggled between stretching and squeezing the fingers that filled you. Jamie was merciless as she always had been. Her fingers curled and uncurled, her wrist bent so the flat of her palm rubbed your clit raw. A breathless inhale cut through the air as Jamie sunk a third finger into your dripping hole, and stars began to block your vision.

“Oh that’s it, baby, cum for me,” you can briefly hear her shift on the bed, but your senses are almost completely enraptured in the action between your legs, “show Daddy how you fall apart for me, scream.” With a shift of her wrist, you feel the fourth finger slip in alongside the other three.

Your arched back instantly curled forward and your eyes opened at the familiar name and the hot, hot stretch. You made eye contact with Lance, and whimpered loudly. Even fucking around with Jamie, you knew who to ask permission from. Your head snapped back when he nodded at you and he licked his lips as your eyes widened. You fisted the sheets as you shrieked.

“Scream my name.” Jamie quickened her fingers and spread them inside of you, “scream for me.”

Your body tightened and then you were weightless. It was like a dam broke in your body. There’s nothing but euphoria as you distantly heard the squish and splash of your juices being worked out of you.

“Jamie!”

When you came back to, you were panting on the bed still spread eagle. Your limbs were shaky but you managed to sit yourself up on your elbows. Your cheeks heated as you took in the drenched sheets between your legs. Your thighs burned with the stretch and tensing of your muscles, so you left them open as your eyes searched for Jamie and for Lance.

Jamie stood at the end of the bed, facing Lance where he was still in his chair.

“Do you see how she gags for it?” She chuckled as she reached up and pulled at the strings of her own bathing suit, “Did you think she’d only do that for your dick?”

Shamelessly, she let the material fall to the ground, her toned, bare body on display for Lance. You watched as his eyes took her in as you made a small sound.

“Oh,” she looked over her shoulder at you, “are you awake now? Thought we lost you for a second.”

She gave Lance a look you couldn’t see before she turned to completely face you. You whimpered as you took in her familiar body. The soft skin, her swollen red nipples that peaked her full, yet small, tits, the curves of her toned abdomen all the way to the bit of hair just above the adorable little lips between her thighs.

Absentmindedly, she stroked her own tummy as she cocked her hip, “what should we do now?”

Still not speaking, you scooted back on the bed and lifted one of your knees so it was parallel to the ceiling. Your other leg stayed spread as you pushed yourself up on your hands to lean against the headboard.

Jamie’s hand fell from her tummy to her snatch, where her fingers disappeared between her thighs, “You wanna feel it again?” Her voice barely above a whisper, and absent of all teasing.

You nodded your head furiously as she grinned. Without a look back at Lance, she climbed on to the bed towards you.

“Wait till you see this,” she called over her shoulder as she settled in front of you, “doesn’t make her cum,” she explained as she slotted her legs in between yours, “but makes her a needy little whore.”

Jamie abruptly slid forward, and you moaned as you feel the heat of her pressed to your own.

“How’s my pussy feel?” She asked with a huff.

You never answered with words, instead you rubbed your soaked cunt against her own, working your hips so you could feel your holes leak against each other. Your lips rubbed together, your clits dragged against each other’s. The most erotic, goal-less positioning just to feel each other.

Jamie moaned, “Got any toys?”

Lance scoffed, “Doesn’t need one with all of this.” He finally stood up and left his chair to approach the bed.

“Take it out,” Jamie turned her head as you still withered against her, “I wanna see it.”

You whimpered as your hips moved against Jamie’s, competing with Lance for her attention. Not that you didn’t have it, her swollen nipples and dripping pussy gave away exactly how much she wanted you, even as she nonchalantly talked to your man. While she told him what to do.

Lance looked at you as he unbuttoned his slacks, and you watched with half lidded eyes as he dropped his pants. His big, swollen cock bobbed in the free air as he ran his hand across his bare chest. Lance gave himself a small stroke and pulled the tip up against his stomach, accentuating how long his tool was, before he let it drop between his thighs to dangle.

“It is big, baby, I’ll give you that.” Jamie chuckled.

“Shut up,” Lance growled, “both of you on the edge, now.”

Jamie huffed as she slid off the bed, and grabbed your ankle so she could yank you down the bed. Your feet dangled off the bed as you waited for one of your lovers to put you in position. Lance’s cock was free and bare like the rest of his body as he walked around to the bedside table. Jamie stood nonchalantly bare between your legs as she waited for Lance. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Up.” Jamie slapped your hip so you’d raise your pussy.

You lifted your hips and moaned when Lance shoved a pillow underneath your ass. You almost whined at the sight of his dick covered by the almost transparent latex of the condom, before you reminded yourself that it wasn’t just your pussy he was getting today. You whined for both reasons.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna get so much, don’t worry.” Jamie taunted with a sweet tone, “lay that pretty body back and relax.”

You looked down through half lidded eyes as Jamie looked down at Lance’s cock before she wrapped her hand around it and tugged on it. You licked your lips as you saw the way his body stayed so still, but his abs jumped with each stroke Jamie gave him.

“Get on top of her.” Lance pushed on Jamie’s hip as she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

You could tell Lance enjoyed this, with the way his cock twitched at the sight of Jamie’s tongue. He drank in her body like he wanted to wreck it. He could act like it was a hate fuck all he wanted, with his little attitude, but you knew your man wanted this, and that fact heated your insides.

“Want me to sit on her face?”

“No.”

You squirmed at the way they talked about you, but soon you were distracted by the burn of your thighs being stretched. Jamie hooked your spread legs over her hips and laid herself on top of you so you were pressed from your clits to your tits. Rocking forward, she teased you by pressing her spread pussy to yours a few times.

“Enough,” Lance swatted her ass and your thigh at the same time, making you both yelp, “two of you are such sluts.”

You leaned up and bit Jamie’s lip at the compliment, dragging the brunette down into a kiss as she teasingly rubbed her tits to yours.

“Fuckkkkkkkk me.” she groaned into your mouth.

Pushing up on to her hands, the curve of her spine pressed her pelvis into your hips almost painfully, stretching your thighs open wider. When you felt the heat of Lance’s sac against your cunt, you realized exactly what he was doing. He was fucking Jamie.

And Jamie looked so good taking cock.

Her eyes were half lidded, her fingers clutched the bedsheets beside your head and her lips were parted as she struggled to suck in air as Lance grinded into her. Her breath came out shaky until Lance suddenly drew back and sank back into her. The wet slide of his covered cock in her cunt made you dizzy with want. When your eyes reopened, she was looking down at you, still trying to making that cocky expression, but clearly too full of real cock to do it justice. You felt your cunt tighten.

“Fuck, this is what you take all the time?” Jamie hissed into your ear as she leaned down and nipped at your neck, “You trying to ruin yourself?”

You pinched her side hard at her joke and you both grinned at each other before your lips met in a messy kiss. She yelped against your lips as Lance suddenly left her body, the hot squelch of it replaced by another as he started fucking her.

“Ugh!” Jamie’s back arched and her stomach pressed to yours as she was clearly filled.

Your open, empty pussy laid bare as the air that wooshed between Lance and Jamie’s bodies fanned at your cunt. It made you feel more empty, but the look on Jamie’s face as she struggled to take Lance’s cock made you hot.

“Suck on me, baby.” She whispered as she blindly reached for your head and pulled you forward.

You latched on to her nipple and suckled harshly. Her cries only spurred you on and soon you’d sucked her whole areola into your mouth. From the sounds Lance was making, you knew Jamie had been tightening up on him.

“Open up so pretty.” Lance told Jamie before a sharp slap rang through the air, “Take cock as well as you give it?”

“Do you?” Jamie called over her shoulder.

You heard Lance scoff before Jamie let out a whine. You had no warning this time, Lance’s condom wrapped, cunt juice covered cock slid into your snatch like it was coming home. You choked and sputtered around Jamie’s nipple and let it go as your head dropped back against the mattress.

“Oh,” Jamie brushed your hair back, “you look so good getting taken apart.”

You grinned at her dreamily as Lance gave his all to you. Your toes were curling, you could feel the tightening in your body. You were going to cum from Lance’s cock and Jamie’s words.

“She’s gonna cum.” Jamie called out, still stroking your cheek as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“Fuck this!” Lance groaned as you were suddenly empty, but before you could whine, he slid right back in, “Oh! Yes, baby.”

You gasped at the heat of his bare cock filling your overheated snatch. You cried out over and over as you took in the feeling of his raw dick. It felt so good to have him the way you were always meant to.

You cried out, loud and desperate as Jamie giggled at you. You could feel her working her hips over yours, and she dragged her pussy across your stomach.

“She’s almost there.” She teased.

“Oh trust me,” Lance chuckled, “I know what this pussy feels like before it bursts.”

Jamie turned to look over her shoulder with a naughty grin, “So do I.”

“Fuck!” You yelped, “Cum in me, please, please, please.”

Your body surged with energy like you’d touched a live wire and your cunt felt like it twisted around the very big cock inside of it. Your vision whited out, and while you could hear Lance’s groans, they were muffled as you fell into your own ecstasy. When you came back, you could hear yourself panting. It took you a second to even open your eyes.

“Hey,” Lance’s soft voice cooed at you, “there you are.”

You smiled, dazed in your bliss, and let him kiss you softly.

“Okay,” Lance nodded as he rubbed his nose against yours, “now you can.”

“Huh?” your back arched as a gasped moan ripped from your throat.

Looking down, Jamie had the devil in her eyes as she sucked on your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as Lance stroked your tummy before he ruthlessly pressed down on your pelvis, and you felt the heat that filled your cunt so perfectly ease out of you.

“Oh!” you whined as your cheeks burned red hot.

The sensation of Jamie sucking and cleaning your cunt of Lance’s juices while Lance helped ease his load out of you was more than you could take. Your body shook as Jamie sucked on your hole and took the time to lick up and down your seam teasingly as you whimpered on the bed.

“No!” you cried out with a laugh as you came, your thighs almost closed on Jamie had Lance not caught your knee, “Holy fuck.”

Jamie loudly slurped on you before she leaned up and made a show of wiping her mouth with her forearm, “Yummy.”

“Insatiable.” you groaned, “The both of you animals.”

Lance snorted as he climbed off the bed to grab a water bottle for you. He took a sip before passing it to you. You kept eye contact with him where he stood at the end of the bed and drank your fill. You let the bottle roll off the bed once you screwed it shut. Jamie’s mouth pressed kisses to your jaw, and you instantly decided that was far more important than hydration.

“No, no, please.” you laughed, “I can’t, give me a minute.” you begged as Jamie’s hand skimmed your tummy.

She laughed as she patted your sternum and gave you one last kiss. You looked at her as she settled beside you. She looked so beautiful, blissful and hungry. That was the way she was. It was never enough for her, and you had no idea how she didn’t get overstimulated. But she never did.

Or if she did, it never seemed to hurt her.

She giggled in your face like she knew what you were thinking and you rolled your eyes so you could look up at the ceiling and catch your breath, wiggle your toes- try to convince yourself you still had a body.

“You need more?” Jamie asked nonchalantly.

That caught your attention. Quicker than you thought you could move after Jamie had pulled a soft orgasm right after your earth shattering one, you turned your head and looked at the way she laid beside you and looked at Lance at the foot of your bed.

Lance stood there, still hard as a rock. His cock pulsed, you could see it. You looked back and forth between the two of them and winked at Lance when he finally noticed you and broke the intense staring contest he had with Jamie. You felt your heart skip a beat when Jamie laid back on her elbows and opened her legs. The wet pop of her pussy spreading made you lick your lips.

Lance leaned forward and crawled on to the bed, his heavy cock bobbed as he moved up the mattress.

“Oh, I’ll take you.” He rasped to Jamie who was slowly laying back, “Just not like this.” Before Jamie could question it, Lance had manhandled and flipped her on to her stomach, “Up, up, up.”

He smacked her ass hard, and pulled her hips up from under him. Her breath caught as Jamie found herself in a position she wasn’t used to- a submissive position. She looked at you with half lidded eyes as you squeezed one of your nipples beside her.

You couldn’t help it, your lover and ex looked so good and so hot together.

Lance sighed as he rolled another condom down his shaft. You could’ve sighed too, but when you looked at Jamie, you were glad he was wearing one. While it was hot to imagine sucking his juices out of her cunt, or sucking hers off of his dick- it made your stomach twist after thinking about it for too long.

“Oh!” Jamie yelped as Lance eased himself into her.

“So wet,” Lance mumbled to himself, “but still so tight.”

You could’ve giggled at the way the two of them were figuring each other out. Jamie preferred oral and fingers, maybe some clit toys and the occasional dildo when you had been with her- but nothing close to Lances size. You knew exactly how the stretch of Lance’s massive member felt, and you knew exactly what Jamie’s pussy felt like squeezing your tongue and your fingers.

“Oh my god.” They gasped in unison as Lance started rolling his hips to and from Jamie’s.

You watched, breathless and unspeaking, as Lance picked up the pace, getting faster with each wet squelch from Jamie’s snatch. They didn’t speak to each other, and there was no touching aside from Lance holding her hips. You felt your pussy heat up from the two of them using each other for their continued pleasure. This was true fucking, no emotions involved. It made you want to touch yourself so bad, but you didn’t want to break the spell between the two of them.

“Fuck.” Lance growled as his head lulled back and his hips snapped forward.

Jamie let out a high pitched whine. You watched from your space beside them as she bit her lip. Lance was fucking her hard, and was probably hitting the deepest part of her with his wrapped cock. You could feel your own hips squirm on the bed, but you stayed quiet aside from the way you panted.

“Oh my god!” Jamie yelped out in a tone you’ve never heard before, “Right there, right there, right there.” She chanted before her chest suddenly dropped onto the mattress.

Lance groaned at the angle change and lifted one of his legs to plant his foot on the bed. Jamie made another loud cry as he started ruthlessly fucking her. Lance had never been so rough with you. You were practically salivating from watching.

The loud wet smack of him filling her pussy, rearranging her insides, his body smacking hers with the force he fucks her with. Her constantly groans, moans and cries- You could cum untouched from this erotic orchestra.

A loud gasp snapped your attention solely back to Jamie as you caught her eyes rolling back and her toes curl where her legs are folded under her.

“Fuck!”

Lance shoved Jamie forward, and you watch his face pinch as he yanks the condom off of his pulsing cock. Your lips parted as you watched him jerk off, his hand flew up and down his shaft until he suddenly squeezed his tip. With a groan, cum shot out of his cock and splattered on to Jamie’s ass.

Lance groaned with each shot, some of it going a bit higher than her ass. When he finally stopped, he stood there for a bit before he let go of his cock and sunk backwards on the mattress. He laid out on the sheets, his soft cock exhausted and unmoving on his thigh.

Jamie was boneless where she was. She laid flat on her front with her eyes closed.

You quickly realized you were the only one still conscious so you pushed yourself up and took advantage. Throwing a leg over Jamie’s closed ones, you leaned forward and looked at the creamy streaks on her cute ass. Without a second thought, your tongue rolled out of your mouth and dragged across her skin, following the cum streaks. She chuckled underneath you.

“Cumslut.” She giggled.

You ignored her and continued to lick her clean, following your lover’s spend. A slight groan behind you told you that Lance was either staring at your spread pussy or he was watching you clean Jamie.

“Fuck me, I cannot fuck you again.” Lance groaned as he crawled up beside you and Jamie.

“Awww,” Jamie teased, her exhausted state taking the bite out of her usual tone, “Daddy can’t get it up anymore?”

You dragged your tongue across the final streak and patted Jamie’s ass before you squeezed the globes in your hands. You looked up at Jamie and Lance, where they laid a more than comfortable distance away from each other.

Lance rolled over knowingly and exposed that he was still very hard, “No, I won’t fuck her again cause she-“ he reached for your hand and pulled you down between him and Jamie, “loves to sleep-“ you pushed your ass back as he pushed one of your legs forward, “like this.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as the warm weight of Lance’s cock breached your swollen hole and filled you. He hummed, the sensation vibrated his chest against your back and your eyes squeezed for a moment as his cock twitched inside of you. He snuggled you, holding you tight as he nuzzled your neck. You let yourself melt into his arms.

“See?” Lance told Jamie.

You weren’t sure what was said after that, you drifted away as you usually did when he prepared you for bed like this. The last thing you felt was Lance’s lips on your cheek.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic masterlist

Good News List: sugababy (the inspiration)

part one: Swarovski Studded Start

part two: Besito Bill

part three: Versace Versace Versace

part four: Bugatti Boo 

part five: The MET Gala

part six: Door Service

part seven: Agent Provocateur

part eight: Monaco

part nine: Yacht Life

part ten: Our Estate

part eleven: Cartier Kitty

part twelve: The Villa in the Maldives

part 12.5: The Villa in the Maldives Pt.2

part thirteen: Dior Dream

Part Fourteen: Honeymoon Ave

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic  part nine: YACHT LIFE

The day that followed your relaxed morning was exactly how days spent with Lance usually were: perfect. 

Your friend’s little disruption in the morning had really brought you back to your reality, and the reality of your reality. You definitely lived the top tier sugar baby lifestyle, and you really couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have found Lance, to ended up where you were. Both figuratively and literally. 

Monaco was a dream, and it was someplace you’d always wanted to go, but never had been. You’d wanted to mention as much to Lance, but every time you thought it, you couldn’t let him know. There were a lot of thoughts swimming in your head, and it was easy to get lost in them. 

Even when Lance told you he was bringing you to a surprise, you were able to contain your excitement by mentally examining your current situation. Your friends words rang through your ears as you let Lance take you wherever he wanted. 

Everything was perfect. 

The only thing that could be considered out of place was the admittedly ridiculous way you kept putting off sex with him. At first it had been a tease, a little way for you to hold on to the power in a dynamic that was tipped in his favor. But then you’d gotten to know him, and you’d ended up attracted to him and now this whole ‘putting off the sex thing’ had gone on for way too long.

You were so stubborn.

How much longer am I gonna torture myself? You humorously thought. You just wanted to push him, if you were being honest with yourself. Push and push until your gentle, compassionate Canadian snapped and ravaged you. 

Maybe you liked torturing yourself.

At this point, you were humoring yourself. And keeping yourself thoroughly entertained with theories about how Lance was holding up himself. Ideas of nonstop hardcore porn, fleshlights and other self soothing devices came to mind, but had to be discarded when you realized you were squeezing your thighs together, and with Lance’s hand resting on your thigh already it was only a matter of time before he felt your squirming. 

He is laying things on thick, isn’t he?  

Taking you to Monaco, paying your bills, constantly spoiling you in ways you hadn’t even expected. It was all wild to you how it just kept getting better. 

And with that thought, you returned to your own mind, suddenly very interested in where you were going. How much better could it get? Where could Lance be taking you? 

It’s not like you knew Monaco at all. So all you could do was sit there and wait.

And you weren’t disappointed. 

Cause in typical Lance fashion, his surprise wasn’t a gift, it wasn’t a dinner, it wasn’t anything of the sort: it was a weekend on a yacht. 

“Oh wow.” You sighed, looking up at the huge white walls of the yacht, the way the light reflected off of the almost glowing smoothness of the boat. 

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”

A yacht in Monaco with Lance ended up being everything you didn’t know you needed. Much like the morning after he had eaten you within an inch of your life on his couch, Lance kept things sweet. 

He fed you your meals, he cuddled you, he was outwardly affectionate but not in a smothering way. It was relaxing, soothing and torturous. 

You obviously had to step things up, and after two days of plotting, you knew just how to spice up your last night on the yacht. 

-

Maybe it was a bad idea, but you knew there was only one way to find out. 

You dragged your feet towards Lance’s room, the sound of his shower running getting louder and louder as you got closer to the doorway. When you reached the cream colored door, you pushed it open, your light grip on the door knob easily turning it. The gold handle was cold against your fingers, and even as you stepped in, lip bitten between your teeth, you held on to it until you walked passed it and had to let your hand drop. 

The excitement of what you had planned simmered beneath your skin, every inch of you alive like pop rocks as you giggled under your breath and took in the room. 

It was pretty plain, like the rest of the apartment, mostly empty aside from random momentos planted like clues around the place. It screamed luxury in that it was another home that was more than likely rarely used even though the owner had to pay a pretty penny to keep it. 

But the bed was soft.

You crawled into the center and fluffed the pillows, smiling as you set up a mountain of pillows against the headboard before you fussed over the sheets. Making sure everything looked soft and idyllic around you before you settled yourself in the center of it all. You took some deep breaths to calm your excited heartbeat, and relax the rest of your body. 

Before long, you heard the shower stop and your excitement mounted. 

You looked down at yourself, at the black silky robe you wore, the buttery fabric practically hovering over your skin. Because that’s all that was under it- skin.

The doorway was conveniently parallel to the bed, and when it pulled open, your lips parted, and Lance and you shared identical looks as you drank each other in. You were just quicker to recover than he was. 

“Come here, Daddy.” You leaned back against the pillows at the head of your bed. 

Lance was transfixed on your relaxed state, his peaking interest peaking between his legs under his towel. You pulled on the end of your robe, pulling the sash away from your body and spreading your legs as your robe fell open. You bent your legs and brought your knees to your sides, spreading your pussy open. You started slowly circling your hips when you noticed how Lance was no longer look at anything other than your pussy.

You bit your lip and giggled. “Come here.”

“Angel, I-“ Lance stammered, remembering your earlier agreement. “I don’t want to-“

“We won’t have sex.” You smirked at the confused look on his face. “I have other ways to make you cum.”

Lance nodded before slowly making his way to his bed. “Okay.”

“Uh, uh.” You shook your finger at him. “Off.”

You commanded, dragging your finger up and down to gesture at the towel knotted at his waist. You licked your lips as you took in the outline of your sugar daddy’s cock. The tip curved out against the black plushy fabric, so you could only clearly make out the fat head of his cock, but just the tip alone gave you a lot of hope of how the rest of the dick would be.

You weren’t disappointed.

Lance dropped his towel, his cock finally displayed. It was thick, so thick, maybe average length but the thickness of it made your pussy clench. You loved a little bit of pain, and knew that kinda stretch would make you moan underneath him. The end of the cock curved a bit up, making the tip kind of lean upward. You bit your lip as you thought about where your fingers played with your gspot inside you. You bet his cock could press into it head on.

You watched his cock like he stared at your pussy. You wondered at the weight of the member as it slightly bobbed as Lance climbed on to the bed. The sway of it as he moved up the bed make you want to ask him to slap your face with it, but that was for another day. You came back to yourself as you realized he was trying to settle next to you.

“No, no,” you said, letting yourself slide down the bed a bit, your back against the bed and your hair fanned out on your pillow. “right on top, please.” You pulled your knees up so they were on each side of your ribs, completely opening yourself up in front of him.

Lance stopped breathing for a moment before a rushed breath came out of his mouth. He kneeled and walked around your legs, kneeling in front of your pussy. He looked down at it, his eyes tracing every inch of you.

“Put it on me.”

“Huh?”

“Put your cock between my lips.” Lance looked down, hesitating. “Don’t push in, just put your cock on my pussy.”

Lance hesitantly reached down, stroking his cock a few times, a strangled ‘fuck’ muttered under his breath. You look down at the tip, the slit barely visible under the glob of clear cum beading it. You shook your hips, subtly encouraging him. Lance scooted forward, pulling his cock up in his hand until his balls pressed to your ass.

You let out a gasp as he let go of his cock, the weight slapping your spread lips, a wet thud resonating with your aroused response sounds. Lance closed his eyes as he grabbed your hips, his head hanging down as his thumbs pressed into your hips. His cock jerked against you, bobbing from a muscle spasm that told you how badly he wanted to plow himself into you and how much self control he was using.

That peaked your interest. Your sweet, accommodating, gentle sugar daddy was secretly a filthy, kinky lover? There’s no way you were that lucky.

But the stress in his tensed collarbones made you believe it, it also boasted a strength you hadn’t noticed before. He had always been tall and lean, but this was the first time you were witnessing the muscles that toured his body. He was beautiful.

You gently wrapped your fingers around his wrists and pulled a bit. “Come.”

He looked at you from under his eyebrows, the dark look making your hips move to rub him against you. His reaction was immediate and a sharp clap echoed in the room as the stung set in on the side of your ass. Lance had slapped you, your never ending surprising sugar daddy had spanked you. You giggled evilly and pulled a bit harder on his wrist.

“Daddy, hold me.” You purred.

“Want you to hold me.” He said darkly, his hips moving a bit so his cock head rubbed just above your entrance between your spread wet lips.

“But you’ll take what I give.”

Lance nodded and leaned forward, pressing his full body weight into yours, pinning you underneath him. You bummed at the sensation of his hot body pressed to your own. His most sensitive area pressed to yours.

“What’ll you give, Angel?” Lance whispered into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll give Daddy whatever he wants.”

“Wanna give you whatever you want.” He mumbled before pressing kisses into your skin.

You moaned, the sensitive skin of your neck was your most erogenous zone beside the obvious. You turned your head, giving him more access to lick, kiss and bite. And lick, kiss and bite he did. Lance had an amazing mouth, it never failed to get you soaked, and now he could feel how much.

“Do you feel how wet I am?” Lance moaned against you. “That’s how I am whenever you’re around.” Lance bit your skin harshly, making you gasp. “Oh, leave a mark please.” You whined.

Lance growled into your skin while he ravaged it. You loved this darkness you were uncovering in your thought to be cookie cutter, soon to be lover.

“I wanna make you feel good.” You purred, moving your hips against him.

Lance gasped and began pushing too, slowly thrusting towards and away from your body. His heavy, heady cock skin rubbed against your soaked core. It felt so dirty, yet so intimate. You were both getting pleasure from this, being naked and pressed together, both your sexes getting friction against each other. The high from the trust you gave him and the trust he received was an added bonus. Here you were trusting him to rub his hard dick against the pussy he wanted to bury himself in, and there he was going against his instinct and following your lead. Taking his pleasure as you offered it. Nothing more.

“Oh god, I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

“Can’t wait to take you.”

“Tip’s rubbing against my tummy.” You giggled. “See how deep you’re gonna be?”

“Gonna be a snug fit.”

“You have no idea.”

“Tell me how you want it.”

“From start to finish?” Lance shook his head against your collar, urging you to go on, “I want you to make love to my pussy, can you do that? Will you kiss all my lips so sweetly as you kiss the ones on my face?”

“Use that thick tongue to lick me all wet, dip it inside and eat this pussy out. Oh daddy, will you eat yourself out of me?”

Lance groaned into your shoulder making you grin, your nails dragging down his side leaving red trails.

“You won’t pull out once I let you inside, will you? You’ll fill me to the brim until you gotta drink yourself out of me?”

“I wanna kiss you after and share our cum.”

Lances hips snapped into yours, making you whimper from your bones clanking together.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be rougher in bed. Cant wait until those hips are smashing into my ass. Bet you’d love taking me from behind.”

“You like that? Bend me right over with my hands behind me, hold myself open so you can see whichever hole you wanna use.”

Lance leaned back further, driving his hips forward. The two of you gasped when one of his thrust had him catch on your pussy, and while he didn’t thrust into you, the pressure of his blunt cock head pressing to your sweet entrance made you both moan.

“Fuck me.” Lance growled.

“Oh fuck, this is so hot.” You moaned. “I’m so tight right now, got me clenching so hard.”

Lance bit your collarbone hard, making you gasp and buck your hips, rubbing him between your lips harder than before. 

“I wanna watch you cum.” You moaned. “Wanna lick your cum off my fingers after you’ve covered me.”

He groaned at your words, his hips moving frantically as the drag between velvety skin got slicker and slicker. You could feel him pulsing, you could feel yourself pulsing. The whole room felt like it was vibrating around you, from the sheets under you to the air that snuck between your bodies. The air felt magnetic, warped. Your head tilted back as you gasped from the pleasure and the sweet torture that edged that pleasure.

Lance’s teeth sunk back into your collarbone, making you cry out. “Fuck,” he swore, “M’gonna cum in you.” 

Your back arched at his words, the hiss of a ‘yes’ coming from you. You were so turned on, you would’ve given in to him in a moment. The words came up your throat, and you were ready to beg at that point, to finally take him inside of you. 

Just as your lips had parted, and the words seemed to round out into a slight growl from your throat, Lance gripped your hips hard. He pushed himself up and off of you. Lips parted, head leaned back, you watched as he gripped himself and painted your stomach with his cum. 

You dreamily watched with hooded eyes, as he came back to himself, breathless and panting. 

You dipped your finger into the liquid on your skin and dabbed it against your lips, licking them and tasting your lover. Lance sighed as he watched you, before he crawled off the bed and disappeared into the connected bathroom.

When he came back out, he had a damp towel in his hand that he gently wiped your skin with. You kept your eyes shut, but could feel his fingers skimming the curve of your waist as he cleaned you up. You hummed as you enjoyed the feeling of his hands on you. 

When he settled next to you, you felt the material of his sweatpants touch your own bare leg, making you grumble. Lance chuckled as you playfully pushed on his chest before you leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. When you leaned back away from him, you shimmied your robe back on and tied it shut. 

Lance wrapped his arms around you as you both snuggled down into the bed, but after a few minutes, a devious grin pulled at your lips. 

“Don’t get comfy.” you mumbled.

Lance made a sound of confusion.

“You have to carry me to my room.” 

“Excuse me?” Lance growled, tightening his arms around you. 

“I’m just kidding.” you laughed, turning so you could press your cheek to his chest.

“That’s right you are.”

It was a good idea.

-

The morning was beautiful, and you ended up giving up on snapping a picture. Unable to find a good angle, a good lighting that did the picturesque scene around you justice, you shoved your phone into your bag when Lance came to meet you on deck. You followed him wordlessly to the edge of the deck, hesitating for a moment to take one last look around what had been paradise for you. 

“Come on, angel.” Lance held his hand out to you, “Let’s go home.”

You took one last look behind you, at the shiny floors reflecting the bright sunlight on deck. The waves reflected the sunlight, making everything shiny and bright. 

“I love this boat.” you whimpered playfully, taking Lance’s hand and letting him help you balance as you stepped off the yacht to take your place next to him on the pier. 

“Good.” Lance replied, putting his arm around your shoulders as you walked down the pier.

When you gave him a pointed look, he smiled.

“Cause I bought it for you.”

[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic part eight: MONACO

True to his word, a few hours after Lance left your place you got a notification showing you in real time as your car service got closer and closer to your place. You smiled and grabbed your bag, hauling the large weekender bag over your shoulder before bounding down the steps to the street. Waiting for the car outside might’ve looked eager, but it wasn’t like Lance was here to see. 

Just like he wasn’t there to see your little jog to the car at the curb, or your leg bounce the whole way to the air strip, or the way you grinned at the private plane or the way you collapsed on the huge cushioned seats that looked more like loveseats than airplane seats.

You loved being a sugar baby. The fact that it was Lance just made it all the more sweeter.

The plane ride had been short, and had been so relaxing that you hadn’t even realized you’d dozed off until the flight attendant was poking you awake. You’d all but skipped down the steps and excitedly pulled the car door open.

But the back seat was empty.

You tried your best not to pout, but you did the whole way to Lance’s Monaco apartment. You stared at your phone, completely void of notifications. It wasn’t that you were in a sour mood, you just wanted to see him already.

That realization made you giggle, and you finally looked out the window and took in the nighttime streets. It really was a beautiful city, so alive yet relaxed, so rich- and really there was no juxtaposition to how much money flooded these streets.

The car came to a stop and you stood in awe in front of the building as the car service waited for you to enter the building. 

The building was massive, a beautiful cream color with an array of windows, and some balconies here and there. A couple of the windows and balconies had flower pots hanging off their railings. For such a formal, high end place, it looked... homey. You stepped on to the red brick walk way and stepped up the single step to push open the large rounded wooden brown doors. 

You felt a little out of your element entering a building, and the feeling only got stronger as a man at the front desk spoke to you in a language you didn’t speak. Your face must’ve reflected your panic, because the man quickly switched to English, speaking to you with a general calmness about him that did nothing to calm your nerves.

He was just asking questions about who you were there to see, but it felt like a quiz. Like one wrong answer and you’d be sent back on to the street. It was really hard not to feel out of place standing underneath a crystal chandelier in leggings, uggs and a sweatshirt. 

It wasn’t your most elegant outfit, and you felt a sting of embarrassment when the thought that you should’ve been actually dressed to arrive in Monaco, not just for the plane ride. But you swallowed down your insecurities and kept your chin up, not willing to tip off anymore than you already had.

“Ah, yes, you’re Mr. Stroll’s companion.” Companion? “I’ll walk you to the lift, it’s on the 8th floor.” 

The older gentleman walked you by, using a special key to activate the elevator before letting you on. With a gentle wave, the doors closed, leaving you alone in the metal box with your bags. 

You took a deep breath. 

Mr. Stroll’s companion. You snorted at the funny expression, no matter how accurate it was. You guessed that you still hadn’t evolved passed your original arrangement, at least not officially. The realization of such a thing had your tummy doing backflips, and your palms started to sweat. You weren’t sure where your nerves were coming from that night, but you needed to get it together before you ended up a mentally fried mess by the time you got to Lance. 

The doors didn’t ding when you arrived to the floor, they just opened. You hummed and lifted your bags, stepping off the elevator in utter confusion. 

There were shelves? And pictures, some paintings, and you could see a couch. 

Oh, this isn’t a hallway. The elevator didn’t take you to a floor, it took you straight to his home. Rich people shit, you thought with a giggle. 

You dropped your bag next to the elevator as the doors closed, abandoning them as you started your search for Lance. You wanted to see if you could find him on your own, and if you could scare him. Fun, that’s what Lance needed after such a stressful day. 

And you knew just how to have it. 

You walked around aimlessly, taking in the huge white rooms, and the grey wash floorboards. The place was huge, it really was the entire floor of the building. You passed through a white kitchen with stainless steel appliances, and passed by what you guessed were guest rooms and an office. When you came to what you thought was the back room, you were shocked.

The room was low lit, the lights having been turned way down low just to give the room a slightly warm glow. It was a living room, complete with couches that wrapped around the room and a large entertainment center. But the features of the room didn’t catch your eye, it was the view. 

The whole side of the room was sliding glass windows, and through that glass you could see the ocean. Even at night, with some of the street lights illuminating the streets and and roads below, the ocean looked magical. 

This place is beautiful. 

You spun around in the room excitedly, almost falling when you realized there was a shadow on the couch. Your hands covered your mouth in shock, keeping you silent as you realized the lump on the couch was Lance, fast asleep. Approaching the couch slowly and quietly, you took in your sugar daddy. 

He was still dressed for work, slacks and a button down on. He even still had his shoes on. His feet were planted on the floor, his arms spread beside him where you sat up but slightly slumped, his tie laid across the cushions beside him. His head was turned to the side, his breathing even and deep. 

He’s so cute.

You smiled as you walked towards him, pulling off your boots as you got closer. You stepped between his legs, pulling yours up before you quickly but gently straddled him, lowering yourself on to his lap as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Hey.” You whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek and then his jaw.

Lance grumbled, his chest vibrating as he stirred and his arms came around you. His left arm wound around your waist, holding you firmly to him while the other hand tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your neck as he pulled you into the crook of his neck. It was a possessive hold, and he said nothing as he held you close, exhaling heavily into his head as he got comfy again. 

“Missed me, huh?” You asked, kissing his neck. 

He hummed again, making you smile. You pushed back against his hands, unsurprised to feel him not give, just loosening his grip enough to allow you room to come face to face with him. 

His eyes opened, and you were caught slightly off guard by the smolder he gave you.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi.” 

You didn’t know what else to say, so you went with instinct. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Ever since that first kiss, you found his mouth more and more addicting. You always wanted to be kissing this man. The butterflies in your tummy, the electricity you felt in your lips, everything was magnetic and magical when you connected with Lance. 

And you wanted more. 

If it felt this good just being close, how much better could it feel? It made your hips press to his, your tongue pressing firmly to his lip as you begged entrance. The hand behind your neck gripped the hair behind your head and pulled your head to tilt sideways. You both opened your mouths at the same time, your tongues meeting between your lips as you moaned into each other’s mouths. 

It wasn’t hot and heavy in a frantic way, it was hot and heavy that you felt like you’d never get enough of him. You’d never get enough of touching and feeling and tasting him. You wanted more and more, yet there was no push, no frantic need to fuck each other into oblivion like rabbits, it was just intense. Your kiss was slow and deep, but the way you clutched at each other screamed devotion, attraction. 

Yeah, you were definitely escalating this arrangement. 

“Angel,” he mumbled against your lips, “so glad you’re here.” 

He stroked the side of your face before the hand around your waist fell to your ass, dragging you in closer to him. 

“Yeah?” You asked, grinding in his lap.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, sucking on the underside of your jaw. 

Your hand reached out and your fingers curled around the soft silk of his tie, winding it around your hand as Lance leaned forward. You closed your eyes, but the kiss you expected never came. Instead, you felt his hands lifting you as he switched places with you, laying you flat on the couch as he got on top of you. 

“Will you let me spoil you some more?” He asked, “Will you let me make you feel good?”

“Yes.” You answered instantly, turning your head to the side as he kissed your cheek sweetly. Bring your wrapped hand up so he could see it, you asked, “Will you let me have it as I want?”

Lance sighed and leaned back, off of you, nodding obediently as he held his hands at his side. Compliant, willing, ready for what you were going to do. You couldn’t help but giggle excitedly as you rolled yourself up on to your knees in front of him, giving him a quick kiss before telling him to close his eyes. 

You took the silk tie and unwrapped it from your hand, pulling it straight before you covered Lance’s closed eyes with it. You wound your arms around his shoulders, tying the tie behind him. With your face so close to his mouth, you heard the way he shakily exhaled, the hot breath feathering against your skin. You grinned, you knew he’d love this. 

When you tied it, you leaned back, standing on your feet. Looking at your blinded sugar daddy, you felt a rush of excitement shoot through your body. He was just sitting there, tied blind and with his hands on his knees.

So obedient.

You pushed your leggings down your legs, peeling your thong off of your wet center. You kept your sweater on and laid back down on the couch. When you laid down, you let your outer leg hang off the couch, your toes touching the soft area rug, while the other leg you lifted. Gently, you place the back of your ankle on his shoulder.

“Just like this, Daddy.” You purred, even as your heart pounded in your chest. 

Lance’s hand lifted and wrapped around your calf, his head tilting as he felt skin. Catching on to this game, he pressed his lips to the side of your ankle before leaning over. He pressed kiss after kiss down your leg. You watched with bated breath as he got closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. When his lips brushed your inner thigh, your leg twitched. 

When you looked down, he was smiling at your skin, his nose skimming your skin as he leaned down further. He stopped just above your pussy, and groaned. You knew he could smell you, he knew you was more than aware of where this was going, and he didn’t stop for a moment. 

He pressed his tongue to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds, before he dragged it further in and licked between your lips. You both moaned, him as he tasted you and you as you were tasted. 

Your fingers threaded through Lance’s thick hair as he began lapping at you harder and more, more, more. You gasped as his lips kissed your clit before closing around the skin, sucking on it softly. You weren’t even sure who was moaning anymore. You felt like you were in heaven, and Lance moaned like he was tasting heaven. 

For a blindfolded man, he ate you like he could see you.

Your back arched and your breasts ached as he slipped a finger inside you. You groaned as he twisted his finger while sinking it deeper, and you could feel every inch of it. You were clenched so tightly around him that you cried out when he curled his digit, making you see stars as he stroked you and pressed on the soft upper wall of your entrance. 

Slapping your hand over your mouth, you muffled a particularly loud groan as Lance was audibly slurping on you. His tongue pressed to your clit over and over as he went back and forth between wrapping his tongue around it and sucking on it. His hot breath turned you on, the way it brushed against your wet skin was an addicting sensation. 

You felt like your body was a lit firecracker, just ready to explode. 

And explode you did. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt yourself pulled into a vortex of pleasure. You cried out as your body trembled, your shoulders shaking off the cushions off the couch as you moaned low and deep. Your breathless cries turned into giggles as you sat up, pushing yourself into a sitting position as you Lance sat between your legs. 

Your hands shook as you pulled your sweatshirt down over your lap and pulled his blindfold over his head, finally seeing his brown eyes again. Lance smiled at you before kissing you, pressing his tongue against yours as you sucked your taste off of his mouth. 

-

The next morning, Lance was as attentive and as affectionate as ever. After you had removed his blindfold the night before, he had been gentle, calming himself down and accepting without question or hesitation that you weren’t giving in yet. He’d have to wait for sex. 

He was just so good. 

With no fuss for the rest of the night, he’d given you a tour of his place before getting you into his bed where he held you for the night. And when you woke up, you’d been a little overwhelmed with the way he smiled at you. It was like you had risen the sun yourself. 

Now you sat on his balcony with him, in his lap as he fed you fruit for breakfast. 

“Do you like melon?” He asked you, lifting the orange sweetness to your lips. 

You hummed as you took it, your hands resting around his shoulders. You were still in last night’s sweatshirt, and a pair of sweatpants you’d stolen from him the night before. You felt so comfy, and the sunshine was gorgeous and warm. It was a beautiful morning, and it always felt like an idyllic day. 

When there was no fruit left, he let his hands rest on your waist and kissed at your cheeks and forehead, peppering you with soft kisses. You felt yourself dozing off, and had just leaned your head on his shoulder when your phone began aggressively vibrating across the table. 

“Leave it.” Lance murmured into your hair.

You sighed, “I can’t. It might be a client or something.” You reached for your phone and laughed, “Okay, not a client, but still taking it.”

Turning your phone screen towards Lance, he snorted as he read your friend’s name on it. Your contact photo for her was equally hilarious, it was a snap of a  reflection of the two of you together, a reflection that had been taken in the reflection of your oven when you’d drunkenly baked cookies together. 

“You’re both so ridiculous.” Lance laughed. 

“You like it.” You said back, earning a quick kiss as you swiped to accept the call, “Hello?”

“Oh, so you are alive.” Your friend sounded annoyed.

“What are you-” the realization dawned on you, “Oh my god, I’m a piece of shit, I’m sorry!” 

You had made a brunch date with your friend, like actual plans that you’d committed to, and had asked her to pick you up in one of her (or Nicky’s) fancy cars. You felt terrible as you realized she must’ve gotten to your place and found it empty. 

“I’m so, so sorry.” You repeated over and over. 

Your friend huffed dramatically, “I can’t believe you ditched me, where are you? Do not say at some studio cause I will scream and come get you. Wait-” there was a slight pause, and when she spoke again, her tone had significantly lifted, “Are you with Lance?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. It’s his fault, I swear.” You shook your head and mouthed ‘no’ to Lance as he looked at you incredulously. 

“No!” Your friend’s voice was high pitched as she stopped your apology, “No, no, no, you’re forgiven... As long as you tell me exactly what you’re doing with him this early in the morning.”

You laughed as she pressed on.

“No! I know you, I know how you are. You didn’t just wake up early and go to see him, you spent the night didn’t you?” 

You slapped Lance’s shoulder as he looked off the balcony very smugly, his hand squeezing your waist.

“Well, actually, yeah-”

“Ohhhhh it’s happening.” Your friend singsonged, he voice excitedly raising in pitch.

“Relax.” You told her, “We’re actually in Monaco...”

“MONACO? He whisked you off to Monaco? And you’re only telling me now?” Your friend sounded outraged, but then she was speaking so fast you had no time to even offer another apology, “Wait. Oh my god, he took you to Monaco! How romantic! Oh, that’s so cute. Okay, whatever, have fun, can’t wait to hear about how you finally ended up together, you know, proving me right like i told you so- whenever you get back, please tell me when you’re back! and don’t overthink things- just go with it, okay, have fun, be safe- or not.”

“Oh my-”

“Bye!” She yelled into the phone before the line went dead.

Couldn’t even get a single fucking word in, you thought as you chuckled. You rubbed your eyes and groaned into your hands before giggling, when you looked at Lance he still had that smug look on his face.

“How much of that could you overhear?”

“All of it.” Lance grinned.