“Good idea,” Millie said. “I just need a quick shower. Five minutes.”
While Millie showered and Lucy got changed, Nathan and I snogged in the kitchen, his hands all over me.
“Are you still wearing it?” he asked, his fingers on the waistband of my shorts.
I nodded.
“Fuck… you looked so fit out there,,” he said, his hard cock pressing into me through his shorts.
“You know, a guy offered twenty quid if I’d bend over and let Lucy smack my arse,” I said in a soft, teasing voice, sliding my hands up his chest.
Nathan’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Did you do it?”
I smiled. “You know me. What do you think?”
He looked at me for a moment, then laughed. “You couldn’t resist, right?”
Giggling, I kissed him again. “Of course I couldn’t.”
Hearing this confirmation made him groan, and when Lucy came back into the kitchen I was almost grinding myself on the bulge in Nathan’s shorts.
“Alright lovebirds, we’re almost gone,” she said, gulping down water in a rush. “Try not to destroy the house while we’re gone.”
“Only if you try to keep your hands off my girlfriend’s bum in future,” Nathan replied, and Lucy grinned at him.
“You wish. If I had another year here she’d be eating out…” She paused, giving me a look. “Out of my hand.”
I fake-laughed, which made her giggle, and then I went back to kissing Nathan until I heard the front door open and shut, heralding their departure. As soon as they were gone I pulled back from the kiss, and Nathan looked down at me, full of anticipation, smiling.
“You can wipe that smile off your face,” I said, dropping the lovey-dovey act.
“Eh?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I can’t believe you deliberately brought the wrong bikini.”
“I thought we were past that?”
“I’m nowhere near past that, Nathan. I was supposed to be helping Millie and if I hadn’t just gone ahead and worn the bikini it would have ruined the entire day.”
Now he wasn’t smiling. “I just thought…”
“I know that it’s fun, but sometimes… I really wish you’d checked with me first.”
“You would have said no.”
“Maybe. But I might have said yes.”
We looked at each other for a few seconds.
“Okay, I understand. I should have checked,” Nathan said. “I crossed a line.”
“You did cross a line.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Studying his experssion, he seemed genuinely contrite. And I loved it: I loved that he was willing to apologise to me, to see it from my side. We’d been going out for over a year which meant we were probably serious, but among all the things we’d done, romantic and kinky, this was actually the most intimate moment of all. Baring my body was one thing: he was baring his self to me.
“I’ll forgive you… in return for one thing,” I said, delicately, choosing my words.
“Anything,” he said, smiling slightly, knowing where this was going.
“Let’s go to my room, and then I’m going to kick the shit out of you.”
He looked at me. “You’re serious?”
“I’m serious. You’re going to be covered in bruises.” I managed to keep a straight face.
“Well, the joke’s on you, actually, because I know your soft spots,” Nathan said, reaching out, fingers probing, heading for the spot under my ribs that was ticklish.
“Don’t you dare.”
“I have no idea what you mean.” His fingers brushed me and I yelped, and made a run for it.
He chased me through the hall and I threw open my bedroom door, trying to push it closed behind me and keep him out, but he overpowered me and I had to flee to the far side of the bed, panting. He shut the door and smirked, slowly climbing onto the bed and approaching me. When he’d committed to the move, I tried to go back the way I came, around the bed, but he lurched sideways, trying to intercept, and got his arm around my waist. I wriggled, wanting to get free, but his grip was too strong, and once he had his balance back he adjusted his arm to hold me even more tightly, lifting me up in the air. I flailed my legs and tried to prise his arm away from me, but without any success.
Dumping me unceremoniously back down on the bed, he pinned me there, gently but hard enough that I couldn’t squirm away. I was laughing breathlessly, still kicking, and I heard him laughing too as he held me with one arm and used the other to grab my shorts firmly and drag them down, over my hips to my knees, where my kicking prevented him from going any further.
“No!” I said, not serious, when I realised what was going to happen next.
He smacked my arse, hard enough to sting, and I yelped again.
“Stop it!”
Smack.
“I mean it!”
Smack.
My pussy was already wet from this. After the third smack, my response turned to an aroused moan, and Nathan grinned at me, barely visible in the corner of my vision as he held me on the bed.
“Naughty slut,” he said, slipping into his sex voice, low and authoritarian, and I shivered with delight.
Smack. “Showing off your gorgeous arse to everyone on the street.”
Smack. “Wearing a bikini that barely covers your sexy tits.”
Smack. “Sucking off your boyfriend while your friends stand just outside.”
I was a wet mess, moaning, desperate to touch my pussy. He knew exactly where my buttons were and how to set me off.
Suddenly his weight came off me and he stood up again, leaving me lying on the bed, breathing hard.
“Take your top off,” he said, moving around the room, and I did as I was told, kicking my shorts off fully too so I was only wearing the bikini.
When I finally found the energy to roll onto my side to look at him, he’d retrieved my phone from my swimming kit and was setting it up on its tripod, pointed at the bed. I felt another thrill go through me, thinking of being on video again, showing off.
He pressed the screen with one finger to start recording, but stayed behind the camera. “Touch yourself,” he said, smoothly. The words were expected; watching me touch myself was one of his favourite things. I didn’t hesitate: I sat up at the head of the bed, pillow behind me, spreading my thighs. The bikini was so skimpy it was easier to push it to the side, and then I felt the delicious warm feeling of touching my clit. I went fast, using two fingers, making sure I was angled towards the phone and towards him. I moaned, gasping, tilting my head back, rolling my hips and pressing harder with my fingers. Now I wasn’t thinking about my phone or Nathan, I was thinking about being outside, wearing the slutty bikini, everyone seeing me, all their eyes on my tits and my arse. I didn’t care who it was, male or female, I just wanted them to go home and desperately think about me, picturing me naked, fantasising about the filthiest things they wanted to do to me. Fuck, I wanted that so much.
Moaning, tensing, flicking my fingers over my clit hard, I came, releasing some of the tension that had built all afternoon, spots bursting in front of my eyes because I’d been squeezing them closed so tightly. Gasping and relaxing, I slowed the pace down, letting the sensation wash over me, my hands shaking slightly.
“Paige,” Nathan said, his voice even, but with an undercurrent of lust. I could see him in the corner of the room, stripped naked now, his cock in his hand as he watched me. As the camera watched me.