Page 88 of Tourist Trap

Her hand twines into my hair, and I realize she would let me fuck her here against the car if I asked. That has me pulling myself together, stepping back, and taking her hand. I lead her to the beach, giving her barely enough time to kick off her sandals as we continue to move toward our destination.

I’m so grateful she wore a flowy skirt tonight. As we approach the lifeguard chair, I’m also relieved that this wasn’t a night when they put them away.

“Miles.” She stumbles in the sand before I catch her, her body against mine. I steal another kiss. “What are we doing here?” she asks when I break the kiss.

“Fucking on a lifeguard chair,” I whisper into her neck, sucking the skin beneath her ear. “On your list. Now it’s onourlist.” I pull back and then move up the steps, brushing off the bench, then sitting.

“Miles—” she says, cheeks flushed in the moonlight, the waves crashing in the distance. Her lips part as she stands beneath me.

My dick jumps at the sight of her.

“Come on, Claire.” I take myself out of my loose shorts, stroking my cock once, twice, and letting out a low groan. “Now.”

Her eyes go wide when she registers what I’m doing, and then she’s moving up the stairs quickly. Soon, she’s standing in the small space between us, my hand still slowly working my cock. I slide my free hand under her skirt, stopping at the seam of her panties between her pussy and thigh and moaning when I realize she’d soaked through them.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Does this turn you on, Claire? The idea of me fucking you outside, where anyone could see?”

“Yes,” she whispers instantly, and I bite back a moan. This woman was made for me, you can’t convince me otherwise.

“Or maybe it’s the idea that I can’t even bear to waste the time to go home; I need to be inside you so bad.”

A mewl leaves her lips as I slide a finger underneath her underwear and glide it along her wet slit.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.” Her eyes drift shut as I slide a finger inside, her hips shifting to get more as soon as I do.

My greedy girl.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready first.”

She moans quietly as I slide out, then in, then slide my thumb over her clit. Her panties dig into my hand and probably cut into her hip, but somehow, that adds to this even more. I slide in and then out, slowly finger fucking her, bending them to graze along her G-spot, and making her hips buck.

“Fuck,” she groans. “I need you.” Those words always do something to me, especially when my own hand is still wrapped around my cock.

“Think you can stay quiet?”

“What?” she asks, her eyes going wide, but when I swipe my thumb across her clit again, she lets out another little mewl.

“Can you stay quiet, Claire? We can’t have you out here screaming my name when I’m deep inside of you.” Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I swallow a moan of my own.

“Miles—”

“Can.” I brush over her clit. “You.” Another swipe. “Stay.” Another. “Quiet?” This time, I pinch the bundle of nerves, and she lets out a shaky breath before nodding. “Or else I’m going to have to get creative.”

Her hands move to my shoulders to hold herself steady as I start to move my fingers faster. I know I won’t last long, and truly, wecan’ttake too long out here, so I need her right on the edge when I slide into her.

“Miles,” she moans.

“You have to stay quiet, Claire, or we’re going home where you can be as loud as you want.”

She shakes her head, which has dropped to my neck, her arms on the wooden back of the chair behind us holding her up.

“Or I could have you on your knees, fucking your mouth and leaving you needy until we get back home. That would keep you quiet.” I think that would be a threat, leaving her unfinished, but the slight hesitation of her hips as if that’s the best course of action has me groaning. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?”

She lifts her head, and her slight nod takes me higher, closer to the edge I know Claire is already dancing on.

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