The sun was a merciless bastard today, beating down on me like it was trying to brand my skin with its fiery touch. I was sprawled out on the lounger, my little bikini doing jack shit to hide anything—thin straps, a scrap of fabric that barely covered my tits. But fuck it, we weren’t overlooked, and the thrill of it sent a shiver down my spine. The heat soaked into my bones, making my skin tingle, my pussy already wet and aching just from the idea of being exposed like this.
I could feel my clit throbbing, swollen and needy, my nipples hard as little pebbles under the sun’s relentless gaze. My fingers drifted down, teasing the inside of my thighs before sliding over my slick folds. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I circled my clit, the touch electric. I was already close, my body wound tight with anticipation. One finger slipped inside me, then two, pumping slow and deep as my other hand pinched at my nipple, twisting just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
My back arched off the lounger, my hips grinding against my own fingers as I fucked myself harder, faster. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over me, my pussy clenching around my fingers as I bit back a moan. My skin was slick with sweat, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Then I heard it—the unmistakable sound of a throat clearing.
My eyes flew open, and there he was—Julian, home early, standing at the edge of the patio with a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of my naked body, my fingers still tangled in my pussy, my tits heaving with each breath.
“Having fun, are we, Jacinta?” he drawled, his voice rough with amusement.
I didn’t even bother pulling away. Fuck it. I was too far gone, too lost in the aftershocks of my orgasm to care about modesty now. I grinned up at him, my fingers still playing with myself, my clit still sensitive from the climax.
“You’re damn right I am,” I purred, spreading my legs wider, giving him a full view of my glistening pussy. “Stay like that.”
Julian didn’t need to be told twice. His shorts hit the ground in record time, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, already dripping with pre-cum. He strode over, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he gave it a slow stroke, his eyes locked on me.
“Make me scream. I want to hear you roar when you come inside me.” I demanded, my voice dripping with need.
He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he was between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I was still sensitive, still throbbing from my earlier orgasm, but I needed more. I needed him.
“Jacinta,” he groaned as he slid inside, my tight walls clenching around him. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back as he started to move. He wasn’t gentle—he never was—and I loved it. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Harder,” I gasped, my voice breathless. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Julian growled, his hips snapping against mine, his balls slapping against my ass with every deep, punishing thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, mixed with our ragged breaths and the occasional moan slipping past my lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, his voice rough with lust. “You love being fucked like a dirty little slut.”
I moaned, my head tossing back as another orgasm coiled tight in my belly. “Yes, fuck yes. Make me come, Julian. Make me scream your name.”
He didn’t disappoint. His thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside me as his own climax neared. I could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in sharp bursts, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Come for me, Jacinta,” he ordered, his voice a dark command. “Now.”
And I did. My back arched off the lounger, my pussy clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed his name, my nails raking down his back as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, his cum filling me up in hot, thick spurts.
We collapsed together, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. Julian pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering against my skin.
“You’re insatiable,” he murmured, his voice amused.
I smirked, my fingers trailing down his chest. “And you love it.”
He chuckled, pulling me closer. “Damn right I do.”
Just then, a cool breeze swept through the patio, making me shiver. Julian’s brow furrowed as he glanced around, his eyes narrowing.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious.
I nodded, my skin prickling. “Yeah. Like… someone’s watching us.”
Julian’s expression darkened. “Or something.”
A chill ran down my spine, but before I could respond, the ghostly whispers of laughter echoed in the air, ghostly fingers brushing against my skin. Julian’s grip on me tightened, his cock already stirring again.
“Looks like we’ve got an audience,” I whispered, a thrill running through me.
Julian grinned, his eyes dark with lust. “Then let’s give them a show.”