FORTY-SIX
Saraya
Cape Dayne is a small coastal town where the rich come to get away from everyday life.
Because Nyx whisked me away early enough this morning, we've been able to do a little window shopping up and down the beachfront.
I was nervous when he first suggested it, only because it's so unlike the Nyx Beckam that I have come to know.
However, I was worried for nothing. Within the first ten minutes, Nyx had me laughing, and everything became more relaxed.
Nyx and I hold hands as we walk from store front to store front. We look like a loving couple to others, but they don't know the shit we've been through in order to get here. This is how I used to picture our future when we were young and in love before we knew just how cruel the world could be.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Nyx's breath caresses my ear as he asks.
We had stopped to look inside a window of a clock shop when my thoughts drifted. I must have been in deep thought if I hadn't realized he was pulling on my hand.
I smile. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about how I would daydream about us being older and doing exactly what we're doing now…"
Nyx presses his lips to my forehead then looks me in the eye and says, "Well, we are doing it now. It may have taken us longer to make it happen, but we're doing it. I can't imagine doing any of this without you, Raya. Nobody deserves this side of Nyx Beckam but you."
My lips tilt up. "Careful, Mr. Beckam. You never know who is nearby and may hear you talking so sweetly to me. We wouldn't want to ruin your reputation. "
Nyx pulls me into his arms, his tone turning serious as he states, "I don't give a fuck if people see me loving on my woman. I won't hide my feelings for you from everyone, even if it does make me look like a pansy ass. For you, I'll do it."
Jesus! The intensity of this statement has my panties getting wet.
Never in a million years did I think I would ever see Phoenyx behind those stone-gray eyes, but he's there, and it's only for me.
I'll take all the shit that Nyx dishes out as long as, at the end of the day, Phoenyx is who I say goodnight to.
The bastard knows what his words are doing to me, and he smirks. Caressing my cheeks, Nyx makes it look to others like he's spewing words of love when, in fact, it's the opposite.
"Aw, looks like my dirty little whore wants to get fucked again.
I bet you wish I would drag you into the nearest alley and fuck you against a brick wall, huh?
Maybe take you into a public restroom and use you on the germ-infested vanity while others wait outside to use that toilet. " His smile is deceptively sweet.
His filthy words only dampen my panties more, and he knows it.
Nyx Beckam is the devil incarnate, and I'm head over heels in love with the fucker.
He continues with the dirty talk even as tourists stroll past us, window shopping themselves.
An elderly couple admiring a grandfather clock in the shop's window glares at us then walks away in a huff after hearing him talk about fucking my ass in the voyeur room at the club.
"Don't think I've forgotten. That will be our first act of fucking once the club is open again."
"What if that isn't what I want? What if I don't want others seeing what is strictly yours?" I lower my voice when I ask.
"I think you and I know better than that. Besides, if that were the case, then I'd still want to do it, if only to show the others that I own every fucking inch of you."
I stare at him, not knowing how to respond. His wicked words set my heart racing and my body afire and he knows it. It's frustrating, especially when we're out in public like we are.
"Why, Nyx?"
"Why what, little lamb?"
"What do you wish to accomplish saying this to me here? You already know what you do to me when you speak this way."
He smiles wickedly. "I'm just getting you ready for when we get back. "
"Can we go back now?"
"No," he states, glancing at his watch. "Now, we go eat because I have reserved a table for us."
I close my eyes, sighing as I lower my head and press it against his chest. "I really hate you sometimes. Do you know that?"
"I know, baby," he says, kissing my head. "I know."
Nyx is on the phone when I come out of the bedroom wearing the swimsuit he must have purchased for me.
At least I think it's a swimsuit. It's definitely what you call a string bikini.
It's white, and the tiny triangles that are meant to cover my top, only cover my nipples.
The bottom is the same, with a small triangular patch covering my clit and slit.
I might as well be nude, and the sad thing is that he probably paid an astronomical amount for it.
He wants to be a smartass by buying it; I'm going to tease him by walking by while he's on the phone with the foreman working on the club.
I make it a point to stop in front of him and pretend to adjust the strings on it.
Grabbing the towel off the back of the chair, I accidentally drop it and bend over and pick it up.
When I turn to face him, his jaw is tight, and he's adjusting himself.
"I'll be out on the beach," I speak softly, pointing towards the ocean.
I don't wait for his response as I take my leave with a big smile. With the evening fast approaching, I wanted to take a quick dip and lay out for a bit. It's still a little humid, so the water will feel good.
Laying out my towel, I walk into the ocean, feeling the cool salt water lap at my body until I'm waist deep.
I dive in at this point, but I come back up right away.
Wiping my eyes and slicking my hair back, I turn toward the shore and see Nyx standing at the water's edge.
Small waves crash into his ankles as he stands shirtless, with only his shorts on.
His hands are in his pockets as he waits for me to return to shore. I can't decipher his mood, but whatever it is, I can handle it.
Nyx's eyes move to my chest, and I look down only to see that the bikini is entirely see-through. Narrowing my eyes, I glower at him for buying such a swimsuit. He's just lucky that this is a private beach .
I avoid him by making a wide berth on my way back to my towel. He chuckles, and then he's behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and tightening them so I can't break free.
"Such a naughty little whore, teasing me when I'm on the phone," he says before biting my ear. "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to my naughty whore?"
Grinning, I rub my ass against the massive bulge in his pants. "You're going to fuck me roughly and teach me a lesson?"
His chuckle is one of sheer amusement. "No, little lamb.
I'm not going to fuck you because that's what this slutty cunt wants me to do.
" He cups my sex, rubbing his palm against the sensitive little bud.
He spins me around and says, "Instead, I'm going to lay you down on your towel, and I'm going to love you. "
My heart has been racing with anticipation, but I freeze when he announces his intentions. Did I hear him right? He's going to love me? As in, make love to me? He's only done that once, right after he fucked me good. Nyx doesn't make love.
Maybe not, but Phoenyx does.
Nyx takes my lips and slowly lowers me down to my towel.
The moment my back hits it, his mouth begins to move, kissing other areas of my face, then descending to my neck, and then my chest. He cups my breasts, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over my nipples before devouring one and then the other.
He moves the triangles over and pays homage to both for a while before reaching up and untying the strings at my neck. Once he fumbles with the knot at my back, he tosses it aside, baring me entirely, and continues downward.
His mouth is hot as it covers my sex. Nyx nips and licks at the skimpy fabric before moving it aside and dragging his tongue through my folds.
I look down at him, and his eyes are on me, watching and waiting until he makes me fall apart.
I open my legs wider, giving him more space, but he removes himself instead.
I whimper, and he chuckles, but then he's dragging my bottoms down my legs, and they end up with their other half in the sand.
Nyx stares down at my naked form as he stands and slowly opens his shorts, letting them drop to the ground before stepping out of them.
His hand wraps around his beautiful girth and strokes it up and down .
I come up to my knees, and with my eyes burning into his, I open my mouth.
A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, which he rubs over my lips, painting them with salty goodness.
Then, ever so slowly, he pushes into my mouth and allows me to pleasure him at my own pace.
Although his hand is on my head, there's no pressure added to it as I bob up and down, twirling my tongue around and around.
"Fuck, Raya. I fucking love your mouth," Nyx says softly.
I bring my hands to his muscular ass and grip his cheeks as I take his cock all the way to the back and past my gag reflex. I hold it there, letting him enjoy the feeling of being so deep in my throat before I back off to catch my breath.
"Enough, little lamb," he states when I return for more.
Nyx drops to his knee so we're almost at eye level and takes my left hand. Suddenly, a massive diamond ring appears between his fingers as he holds it up. The setting sun hits it just right, making it sparkle.
"I know it's going to happen regardless, but I didn't want to be that dick that doesn't do it properly.
I know I can be an asshole, you tell me all the time, but Saraya Abbott, I want to be your asshole.
So, will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my queen?
Will you bear my spawns and let me fuck you for the rest of our lives?
" He holds the ring at the tip of my finger, waiting for me to answer while his wicked smile works its magic on me.
Tears spill as he says his little speech, and when he gets to the end, I can't stop the laugh that bursts free. I nod vigorously, trying to get the lump from my throat.
"Yes, I will be your queen and bear your spawns. As for fucking me for the rest of our lives, that will have to be negotiated because I'm going to want to be the one fucking you sometimes."
The tears blur my vision, but I don't miss the enormous grin that appears once I'm done answering him.
I grab his cheeks and crush my lips to his.
I feel myself being lowered back down with Nyx coming above me.
He lifts my leg and presses it against his hip, notching the head of his cock at my entrance.
Nyx gazes down at me with a look that I can only describe as captivating and yearning. As his face nears mine, my heart feels like it's going to beat right outside my chest .
"Thank you, little lamb. You've just made me the happiest and the luckiest asshole alive." He pushes inside me at the same time he claims my lips.
Nyx takes it slow but deep, pushing in as far as he can with every slow thrust. I move my other leg, spreading myself open further for him and making him grunt the next time he pushes inside of me.
He continues to kiss my lips and my jaw, moving to my neck and then my breasts before claiming my lips again.
I've never known real love as I do right now. The way Nyx moves in and out of me while worshiping my upper body, more tears rolling down my cheeks. Nyx Beckam can fuck, but by God, making love to him is a whole new experience, and I'm not sure which one I love more.
The tingles start off slowly, building higher and higher until I can't hold them back, and I detonate. I'm tossed over an invisible ledge, where stars and flashes of light dance in front of me.
"Oh God, Nyx…yes, please don't stop…"
"Never, little lamb. Give it to me, baby…give me all your love."
My walls clench around his cock as I ride out my climax, trying to milk him of his own release.
It feels like mine goes on forever until, finally, it begins to dissipate.
Nyx picks up the pace a little when he gets on his knees and holds my legs up and apart.
He watches as his length enters me, and I think it's the sexiest fucking thing ever.
"Play with your clit, baby. Come again for me."
I do as he asks and rub my sensitive bud as my God of Nyte takes me over the edge once more, only he joins me this time. We come together, and it feels like something profound is happening.
"You are my world, Raya."
I can't even respond as I cry out with my release at the same time I feel Nyx release inside me.
We're left panting and gasping for air. Nyx drops down beside me, but brings me into his side as we lay here in the aftermath of whatever the fuck we just did.
If that's making love, then damn, I need more of that in my life.
We lie in complete silence like this for about five minutes.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Nyx kisses my head.
"I was just wondering when we'll be able to do that again," I reply.
He chuckles and rolls me onto my back as he hovers over me. "How about we go back to the house, shower, and then we can recap."
"Mm, I love the way you think, Beckam."