Chapter 42 #2
We dig out a large circle first and fill it with water, then I help shape our crab body.
The idea is for him to look like he’s in a pool of water when we’re done.
Bay mixes the sand as Nick and I shape his head and claws, and Alex adds details to the body.
We're moving at a good pace, so the guys decide to add a turtle on top of the crab, then a starfish. It’s harder to make the turtle shell, and Nick takes over getting the shape right as I help Bay make a starfish.
Once the three are stacked together, Nick and I add the details while Bay and Alex fill our pool.
The sand is so dry that it absorbs a lot of water.
Once it’s holding, we touch up around the edge of the crab until time elapses.
The judges stroll around, inspecting each sandcastle while we wait. Thanks to Nick, our three creatures are easily recognizable. The judging takes nearly an hour.
The adult team with the fancy tools are professional sculptors, and they take the overall victory. They made a huge shark with its mouth open and jagged teeth on full display. It’s scary and incredible.
The children’s winner is a group of 6 preteen kids who made a castle with a drawbridge and moat, and the kids are super excited about their trophy.
The last category is ours: adult amateur.
We don’t win, but I’m still happy with our creatures.
Bay asks a passing judge to take our picture with our sand sculpture.
Offering his congratulations on our work, he lets us know we were in the running to win.
That’s pretty cool. We walk around, seeing the other entries, before making our way back to the house.
Alex grills burgers while I make fries and coleslaw for dinner, setting two plates aside for Seb and E for later. They arrive just as we sit down to watch a movie. We relax with the patio doors open in the living room for the evening.
When the second movie finishes, the guys tell funny stories about growing up, and I chime in with a few about Jake and me, something I rarely do, given my reluctance to talk about my family.
We get up and shower before bed, and the guys let me go first, as usual.
Seb pokes his head in after he’s finished, but I tell him Nick is sleeping here tonight because he’s still tired.
Happy to hear the news, Seb gives me a kiss and a hug before crossing the hall to his room.
I get comfy with my laptop to wait for Nick.
He joins me shortly after, climbing into bed. “What do you want to watch tonight?” I ask.
He brings up a Netflix series I haven’t heard of as I snuggle into his side.
The first episode is pretty good, so we start another.
This one is unexpectedly sexy, and I feel myself getting warm.
Seb and E have ignited a potent, throbbing heat, a wildfire unlikely to be quenched soon.
There’s a damn orgy on the screen as uncertainty prickles, and I fight the urge to squirm.
Ignoring the hormonal storm, I pretended to watch the screen, but my gaze remained fixed on the smooth keys of the keyboard. “Something wrong?” Nick asks.
I look up at him and see him smirking at me. “Did you know about the orgy before you turned this on?”
“No, but it bothers you,” he says.
“Maybe,” I say, raising an eyebrow as I sit up.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Damn, I don’t know where the boldness is coming from.
Well, actually, it’s Seb and E. Everything has been so effortless and easy with them.
But I have to remember that it doesn’t mean it will be that way with someone else, and a wave of regret washes over me.
Heat stings my cheeks with a burning tide of embarrassment, and my gaze drops to the cool sheets covering my lap. “Sorry,” I whisper.
Nick stops the show and sets the laptop on the nightstand. “Shortie,” he says, his fingers lightly pinching my chin as he forces my head up to meet his gaze. “Never apologize for speaking your mind. You hear me?”
I nod as much as I can. “Yeah. I just didn’t think before I blurted that out. I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
Nick shakes his head at me, releasing my chin. “I’m not uncomfortable. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me, Grumpy.” Of that, I'm certain.
He sighs and leans his head back. “I fuck Shortie. I only ever fuck. I’ve never had a relationship, and you’re a relationship kind of girl. You deserve flowers and jewelry and shit.”
“First, I don’t need flowers and jewelry and shit. I’d never expect that from you. Second, I’ve never had sex, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
Nick groans, “Shit, Shortie. Have you fooled around at least?”
“Yeah. Um, with Seb and E,” I say.
“I figured,” he replies.
I look up at him in surprise as he smirks. “Seb hasn’t been as subtle as he thinks. I don’t care if you’re with them, Shortie. I’ve never been into labels or judging people. Do what makes you happy.”
“What if you’re included in what makes me happy?” I ask.
“Fuck,” Nick says, a harsh breath leaving him. “You’re killing me, Shortie.”
He seems to contemplate something for a few minutes, staring out at the moonlit ocean before he says, “come here.” I happily crawl into his lap, the soft cotton of his shorts unable to hide the heat of his body as I straddle his waist. He pulls me roughly into a hungry kiss.
The taste of him is new and electrifying.
My arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, as I return his kiss with equal fervor.
Nick is all-consuming, taking what he wants from me.
His teeth graze my lower lip before his mouth claims my tongue.
A moan, hot and breathy, involuntarily escapes me as I start to rub myself against him.
He pulls back, his soft, firm lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck as I lean my head back to give him better access.
I’m already panting, my skin buzzing with anticipation, and he’s barely done anything.
I always knew Nick would be potent, and he does not disappoint.
Placing a hand behind my back, he encourages me to lean back further.
With his other hand, he pulls my t-shirt up, immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, my heart rate increasing as he nibbles playfully before sinking his teeth into my breast. I yelp in surprise as he switches to the other breast. He somehow manages to pick me up and lie me on my back while still sucking on my nipple.
This guy is intense. With a pop, he pulls away from me and looks up into my eyes, his pupils blown wide. “You say stop, we stop.”
I nod, so he trails wet kisses between my boobs and down my stomach, goosebumps following in his wake.
He pauses at my shorts, an unwanted barrier against his touch, but I say nothing.
With one swift tug, my shorts and underwear go flying across the room somewhere.
I watch as Nick settles between my legs as the warm ocean air caresses my exposed body.
The slick heat of his tongue glides from my entrance to my clit before I even have a chance to be embarrassed.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs, his breath sending a chill across my wet skin before his tongue explores my folds.
Seb and E’s fingers were incredible, but Nick’s hot wet tongue elevates the sensation to another dimension entirely.
As he zeroes in on my clit, I detonate. My hips rise off the bed as I bite my lip to keep quiet.
Nick presses me back into the mattress with an enormous hand across my stomach as he sticks his tongue into my entrance, lapping up my cream. When he’s satisfied, he goes back to my clit. “Nick, I’m too sensitive,” I say, pushing at his head.
“You can take it,” he tells me, going back to circling my clit.
It’s almost uncomfortable, but I’m distracted as a finger circles my entrance.
After a few swirls, he pushes inside in one swift thrust. I’m so wet it doesn’t hurt, but it feels like a lot of pressure.
I tense, then he nips at my clit, distracting me.
He pulls out and thrusts in again, in time, with his tongue circling my clit.
The pressure soon gives way to an incredible pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, as I start climbing that crest again.
It feels like a long buildup this time, and when Nick presses on something inside, I fall over the edge, hard.
I cover my mouth with my palm as my mind blanks and my eyes close as I roll through the euphoria he’s brought me.
When he pulls away, I’m still floating somewhere outside my body. As I come back to myself, Nick is lying beside me with his head propped up on his hand. He leans over and kisses me thoroughly, my taste exploding in my mouth, before pulling back. “You good?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m jello,” I smile. “Can you show me how to give a blowjob?”
“You don’t need to, Shortie.”
“I want to learn, if you don’t mind?”
“Fuck no, I don’t,” he says, “stand up.”
I do as he asks as he swings over to the side of the bed. He drops a cushion on the floor and crooks a finger at me. I walk over to him as he grabs my t-shirt and pulls it off me. “Kneel on the cushion.”
I drop in front of him as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them to the side. My eyes bug out of my head as he sits back down in front of me, stroking his cock. It’s huge, as long as E’s, but thicker, and there’s a piercing through the tip. “Does that hurt?”
“No, it feels good and it’ll feel amazing inside you hitting your g-spot one day.”
I gulp at the thought, looking up into his eyes. He gathers my hair and sweeps it all onto my back as he looks me over. “You’re a wet dream, kneeling there. Are you ready?” He asks.
I nod and lean forward. “What do I do?”
“Do what your instincts tell you. Just watch your teeth.”
“Okay,” I say as he lets go of his cock.
I wrap my hand around the monster, my fingers not touching, and tentatively lick the precum.
He has a musky, sweet taste. Running my tongue around the top before I cover the tip with my lips, I suck.
Nick groans low, so I assume he likes that.
Kneeling taller, I lean forward so I can take more of him into my mouth.
It’s a struggle to take much of his length, so I pull off and stroke him, getting my hand wet, before trying again.
I take a minute to get coordinated with my hands and mouth, but after I find a rhythm, Nick gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail. He’s not directing me, just holding on.
“Use a firmer grip, Shortie,” he says.
I do as I’m told, gripping him tighter than I thought would be comfortable, and he groans, so I continue my assault, feeling him get even harder. “Can you go deeper?”
I pop off him. “I don’t know how,” I say.
“Do you trust me?”
“Always Grumpy.”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Keep your tongue flat. When I pull out, breathe in. If I get to the back of your throat, swallow. Tap my thigh if you need to stop. Okay?”
“I’ll try.”
Nick scoots forward and tilts my chin up while encouraging me to lean further towards him. “Open. Flat tongue.”
I do as he asks, and he slides in and back out. “Breathe in,” he instructs.
I do, and he slides in further this time. “Good Shortie, now wrap those lips around me and suck as I push in.”
Taking a deep breath, he pushes all the way to the back of my throat as I suction my lips. I feel my gag reflex begin. “Swallow,” Nick grunts.
Swallowing stops my gag reflex, but my airway is blocked. Now I get why I had to take a breath. Nick pauses only a moment before pulling back out. That will take some getting used to. I’m more than willing to practice, though.
He’s too long to get all of him in my mouth, but it must be good enough since the next time I swallow he moans and comes down my throat.
He pulls back while he’s still coming, and I try to capture it all, but some leaks out.
When he pulls out completely, his thumb wipes the corner of my mouth, smearing his cum on my lips.
I lick it off, and he growls, kissing me hard. “You’re a natural and so fucking sexy.”
I blush, and Nick chuckles. “I fuck your mouth, but you blush when I compliment you. You are something else, Shortie,” he smiles. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and ready for bed.”
He offers me a hand up, then dresses me with tenderness before putting his shorts back on. “Go pee so you don’t get an infection,” he says, patting my butt.
I go to the bathroom and clean up, brushing my teeth while I’m there.
I don’t imagine cum will smell or taste good by morning.
Nick is in bed with the laptop when I get back.
I get under the covers and snuggle into his side.
He kisses my head before starting a different tv show.
I’m asleep before the first episode is over.
I wake up the next morning feeling a little tender, but in the best way.
I was so caught up in Nick that I didn’t have time to be embarrassed at being completely naked in front of him.
As different as he is from E and Seb, I’m at ease with what we did.
These guys are spoiling me with orgasms, and I made out with Nick.
Nick! How did I get so lucky with these guys?
I roll over to see the man himself already awake, watching me. “Morning,” I smile.
“Regrets?”
“None,” I answer right away.
“Really?” His eyebrows rise in surprise.
“Yes,” I say, furrowing my brows. “Do you?”
“Fuck no, Shortie,” he replies, pulling me into a hug. “I thought you’d change your mind.”
“Nick. I’m never going to regret anything about you. I care about you, and I trust you,” I say, kissing him.
“You’re too good to be true,” he sighs.
“I’m not. And I’m amazed I have you too. Let’s not overthink this and let doubts get in the way. Just enjoy,” I say, kissing his nose.
He bats at me as I roll out of bed, smiling. I grab a bathing suit out of the dresser and leave to fresh up. I find E and Alex downstairs in the kitchen. “Morning, guys.”
“Morning,” E says.
“Good morning, Summer,” Alex greets.
I walk up beside E. “What are we making this morning?”
“Omelets. Want to grate the cheese?”
“Sure thing.” Getting the cheese out of the fridge, I search for the grater, and then we work side by side getting breakfast for everyone.
I serve Alex, then Nick, when he comes down.
Seb and Bay enter next. E cooks my omelet once everyone is eating.
No one has anything in particular they want to do today, so we just vegetate in the sun until it’s time to head home.