The air is warm but pleasant as we step out of our building and into the sunshine. We wander through the local flea market, strolling hand in hand, checking out stalls stocked with homemade candles, soaps, and chocolates. When we eventually reach the beach, Dameon decides to go for a swim. I settle on my towel and make sure to cover my legs and arms with copious amounts of sunscreen, determined not to repeat my mistake. With my Kindle in hand, I pass the time while I wait for him to return. Twenty minutes later, just when I’m getting to the juicy part of my reverse harem story, he returns, looking like the King of Atlantis himself—dripping wet and panting heavily, with muscles that glisten under the sun’s rays. I capture my lower lip with my teeth and freely run my eyes over his sculpted form. With a body like that, Dameon Hayward was born to fuck.
“Keep looking at me like that, kitten, and you’ll be on your knees in front of the entire beach. And I don’t give a fuck who sees.”
Liquid heat pools low in my stomach in response to his threat. But I’m unfazed by the prospect of an audience; in fact, I relish the opportunity to put on a captivating performance just for him. Which he knows all too well.
“Strip. I’ll rub sunscreen on your back,” Dameon commands.
I push down my skirt and slip my tank top over my head, revealing a pale pink bikini that contrasts beautifully with my sun-kissed skin. I love the way his eyes darken to a turbulent shade of green whenever he admires my figure. Those eyes are my drug of choice. Intoxicating and addictive.
I lay down on my stomach and Dameon pulls the strings of my bikini, pouring sunscreen over my back. As he massages it into my skin, I savor the sensation, relieved that this time I’m not writhing in agony.
The coconut scent of the lotion lingers in the air between us as his firm fingers expertly manipulate the muscles in my shoulders and back. It’s pure heaven, an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain, so divine that I can’t contain the moan of relief that escapes my lips. With his hard cock digging into my ass, I’m certain I’m making a large wet spot on my bikini bottoms.
“Flip over.”
I do as ordered, revealing my bare breasts. Bondi isn’t a nudist beach, but no one really bats an eye at a naked breast or an ass cheek. Dameon straddles my hips and squeezes the sunscreen onto my chest, rubbing the thick, white cream into my breasts.
“You’re such a pretty whore for me. I can’t wait to massage my cum into these gorgeous tits,” he mutters under his breath. He continues to squeeze and massage before pinching my nipples. A strangled groan slips past my lips. The beach is jam-packed, and people are everywhere, but there’s no being quiet when his skilled hands are playing with my body like this.
“You think you can come?”
“I don’t know… I’m close, though,” I reply with raw honesty on another breathy moan.
“Keep quiet for me, kitten. Being arrested isn’t on the agenda for today.” I bite down on my lower lip, stifling any sounds that threaten to escape as he drizzles more lotion across my chest. His hands resume their sensual strokes and massages, before becoming more intense, his fingers gripping and pinching my nipples with a deliciously brutal force.
I clamp down on my bottom lip until a metallic taste trickles into my mouth. The view here on my back is breathtaking: I have a front-row seat to his bare chest and powerful forearms as they skillfully tend to my breasts. I’m on the brink of ecstasy, so tantalizingly close, but I crave that extra spark to send me hurtling over the edge.
“I know exactly what you need, kitten.” I swear he’s a mind reader. He leans over and quickly sucks a nipple into his mouth, bites down hard and then soothes the abused bud with his tongue. I gasp as the sensation washes over me, precisely what I needed to plunge headfirst into an orgasmic rush. While it may not be earth-shattering, it’s a small yet potent release that sends a delicious shiver of pleasure coursing down my spine.
“Hmm, I know my pain slut well.” He kisses me passionately, our tongues battling as he licks into my mouth with dominance. Pulling back slightly, his breath is hot against my lips when he whispers the word “perfection.” I melt into a puddle right here, in the middle of the beach, suddenly overcome with emotion.
I’ve never experienced an orgasm solely from my breasts before; this is new and uncharted territory for me. Consider my mind blown. When Dameon shifts away from me and helps me sit up, I quickly survey our surroundings, noticing two young couples staring at us. I don’t bother trying to discern their expressions; their faces are shielded by sunglasses and hats. Instead, I’m scanning for any children nearby.
“Don’t worry, I already checked,” he chuckles. See, mind reader. I just shake my head, amused.
“I’m going for a swim,” I announce, craving the refreshing embrace of the ocean to calm my thoughts and restore balance. A reset to get my head back in the game. Dameon ties my bikini top back in place, and I make my way toward the water’s edge. I need a moment alone to process what just happened.
It’s only been a week, yet I already sense this man will be my downfall.
Chapter fifteen
Dameon
“Howwastheswim?”I ask as she steps into my field of vision above me. I sit up, propping myself on my elbow with my knee bent, watching rivulets of water cascade down her cleavage, tempting me to lick off every salty drop. I’m still as hard as granite from her breathtaking performance earlier.
“Beautiful,” she replies, wringing out her hair. I glance down the beach and then back up to her.
“Wait, where did you swim?”
Her brows pinch together. “Just here.” She gestures to the ocean directly ahead of us.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask incredulously, fully sitting up. “You went swimming outside the red and yellow flags?”
“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”
“Are you serious?” I press.
“What’s the problem? You swam there as well,” she points out.
