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Young Man at the Wedding -- Part 5
As I sat at the breakfast table, overlooking the Mediterranean from our terrace, the sun's warm caress on my bare shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a familiar sense of restlessness. The house was quiet, save for the gentle clinking of silverware against porcelain. Across the table, Danielle was engrossed in her iPad, fingers dancing over the screen. I traced the rim of my coffee cup, my mind drifting to this spring. A face I hadn't been able to forget. Danielle looked up, her green eyes meeting mine.
"Did you hear me, Colin? I said we're expecting guests this weekend."
Her voice cut through my reverie, laced with a hint of exasperation. I blinked, focusing on her.
"Guests?" I asked, surprised.
She sighed, setting down her iPad.
"Yes, guests. Kelly and Thomas. And Nicholas, too."
"Nicholas?" I repeated, purposely oblivious. "Why is he coming along?"
Danielle shrugged, her long brown hair swaying.
"Kelly insisted. I think she feels guilty for leaving him behind."
Since the wedding, Nicholas had been on my mind more than I cared to admit. I had made a decision, I had stuck to it and not contacted him. I remembered the last time I saw him, as Danielle was walking towards the car. I had seen him standing next to his mother Angela, watching me silently, maybe with a hint of reproach. But what had he expected? A promise? An invitation? I reminded myself I had done well to walk away. Danielle's voice broke into my thoughts again.
"Colin, are you even listening? We need to decide about the guest rooms. I swear, sometimes you are just impossible."
Danielle huffed, her fingers tapping the tabletop.
"Sorry," I muttered. "Distracted. Lots on my mind."
"Well, focus on this. I need your help with the event next week."
She handed me a folder, her eyes scanning the terrace.
I opened the folder, feigning interest. It was some kind of fundraising for cancer research. It was close to her heart, since her mother had passed away in pancreatic cancer.
"Sure," I said, skimming through the documents. "What do you need from me?"
"You know how you're good with numbers?" she asked, a rare smile gracing her lips. "I need you to go over the budget and make sure we're not overspending."
I nodded, setting the folder aside.
"I can do that."
I responded, a sense of relief washing over me. Work, something I understood. Something that kept my mind off Nicholas. Danielle leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the pool.
"Thank you. I knew I could count on you."
I wished that I could feel something, anything, when she looked at me like that. But there was nothing. I leaned back in the chair, facing the sun , letting it warm my face. Breakfast was a quiet affair after that, Danielle lost in her own thoughts, planning the event. I watched her, this woman I had known for half my life, felt a pang of something. Sadness, maybe. Or guilt. I didn't know. Our marriage was reduced to polite coexistence.
We had bought this villa close to Monaco ten years ago, as a place to escape the dreary London summers . It had been a haven for us once, a sanctuary from the world. Now, it felt like a tomb.
As the weekend arrived, so did the guests.
I was on the terrace, a glass of wine in hand, watching the afternoon sun dance on the water's surface, when the sound of car doors slammed echoed through the air. I turned to see Kelly and Thomas stepping out of a rented Range Rover, their bodies pressed together, entwined. They looked every inch the happy, newlywed couple. Behind them, Nicholas emerged, his slim frame dwarfed by their larger-than-life presence.
He wore a white shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of worn jeans, his pale freckled skin a stark contrast against his blond hair. He said something, making Kelly roll her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. He shrugged, picking up a bag from the trunk. Danielle, hearing the commotion, joined me on the terrace. Her face lit up as she saw Kelly and Thomas.
"Look who's here!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine joy.
Kelly turned, her bleached blond hair shining under the sun.
"Danielle," she said, smiling. "So good to see you."
She leaned in for a hug, leaving Thomas to grab their luggage.
I remained where I was, watching Nicholas carefully. He saw me, his blue eyes meeting mine for a moment before quickly looking away. I had dreaded this moment, somehow hoping that he wouldn't have come. And why had he? I had made it clear, hadn't I? Or had I left something unsaid, something that lingered? I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts. I went over to greet them , Danielle by my side. I patted Thomas back, then shook Kelly's hand, her grip firm and confident. She turned to me, her eyes scanning me critically.
"Colin," she said, her voice cool. "Still looking good, I see."
I smiled, feeling a prickle of unease.
"And you, Kelly. Married life agrees with you."
She beamed, her hand fluttering to her chest.
"It does. Thank you."
Nicholas stood slightly apart, his bag slung over his shoulder. His gaze flickered to me, then away. Those eyelashes, so long and fair, giving him a certain vulnerability. I extended a hand.
"Nicholas," I said, my voice stead. "Good to see you again."
He hesitated before shaking my hand, his touch cold.
"You too, Colin."
Kelly looked around the terrace, her nose wrinkling slightly.
"So, this is the famous Riviera house. Quite something."
Her gaze fell on the pool, the gardens, the sea beyond. Danielle beamed, her hand on Kelly's arm.
"Isn't it? We love it here. You should see it at sunset."
"It reminds me of Guadeloupe, doesn't it Thomas?" Kelly said , turning to my son.
Thomas looked up from the luggage, nodding.
"Yeah, it does."
Nicholas stood near the staircase leading to the beach, his eyes scanning the horizon. I saw his slight frame tremble, the ocean breeze ruffling his hair. He looked so out of place. So different from the confident, polished Kelly and Thomas. I felt a pang of something again, a slight twist in my gut. I looked away, towards the sea, my fingers tightening around my wine glass. Danielle clapped her hands together.
"Well, let's get you settled. Rooms are all ready. I think you'll love the view from yours, Nicholas."
She gestured towards the staircase leading to the upper floor. Nicholas nodded, picking up a bag. As he passed me, I caught a whiff of his cologne, a mix of citrus and something woodsy. It brought back memories, unwanted and unwelcome. I watched him ascend the staircase, the muscles in his back flexing with each step. I took a sip of my wine, the crisp taste of Sauvignon Blanc soothing my nerves. Danielle turned to me.
"It's so nice to have Thomas back here. And Kelly, too, of course."
She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I nodded, taking another sip of wine.
"It is."
A silence hung between us, pregnant with unspoken words. Danielle cleared her throat, breaking the tension.
"Well, I should go help them unpack. You know how it is with guests."
Danielle said, her voice light. "Always so much to do."
I watched her retreat into the house. Kelly and Thomas were upstairs, their laughter echoing down the halls. Nicholas, I assumed, was in his room, unpacking. I took another sip of my wine, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The villa suddenly hummed with life, a clear contrast to the quiet solitude I had grown accustomed to. I felt a sense of unease, as if things were about to shift.
That evening, as I got into bed next to Danielle, she was already asleep. I lay there, listening to her soft breaths, the distant sound of the sea. My mind was racing. I thought about Nicholas, about the last time we had been together. It had been a mistake to be that reckless, breaking my own rules. I had promised myself it wouldn't happen again. Yet here he was, in our home, under our roof. As I drifted off to sleep I heard small murmurs of conversation from Kelly and Thomas' room upstairs. I couldn't make out the words, just the occasional laugh, the rustle of bed sheets. It made me think of Nicholas in the room next to theirs, so close yet so far. I rolled over, turning my back to Danielle, hoping sleep would take me fast.
After breakfast the next morning, Thomas suggested that we should go down to the beach.
"I haven't dived into the Mediterranean in ages," he said, putting down his coffee mug.
"That sounds like a great idea," Kelly said.
Nicholas, however, seemed apprehensive. "I-I forgot to bring a swimsuit," he stammered.
Thomas laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Don't worry, little bro. You can borrow one of mine."
I watched Nicholas face color under Thomas playful teasing. He excused himself, leaving the three of us alone.
"I have to work with the event," Danielle said, looking up from her laptop."You guys go ahead."
Thomas nodded. "Sure thing, Mom. We'll have a blast."
I stood up, putting my empty coffee cup in the sink.
"I'll join you later. I have some calls to make."
Kelly rolled her eyes.
"Always the workaholic."
I ignored her, retrieving my phone from my pocket. She was right, but I wasn't in the mood for her judgment. I watched as they gathered their beach towels and sunscreen, Thomas putting an arm around Kelly's shoulders. She leaned into him, her voice filled with excitement as they talked about their plans. Nicholas trailed behind them, his head down, his shoulders hunched. I turned away, my gaze shifting to the sea. I could hear the distant crash of waves against the shore, the rustle of leaves in the breeze. The villa was quiet, the silence broken only by the distant hum of wildlife and the occasional chirp of birds. I walked to the window, the cool tiles beneath my bare feet. The morning sun was already hot, the air thick with humidity. I watched as Thomas and Kelly stepped onto the beach, their laughter echoing through the air.
Nicholas followed, his pace slower, his shoulders tense. I turned away from the window, my gaze landing on the folder Danielle had given me earlier. I hadn't even opened it yet. I walked to the table, flipping it open, scanning the pages. Numbers jumped out at me, figures I could make sense of. I sat down, my mind trying to focus on the task at hand. But my thoughts kept drifting to Nicholas. I could picture him now, standing at the water's edge, his bare feet sinking into the sand. I sighed, and gave up. The numbers swam before my eyes, refusing to cooperate. I closed the folder, my mind made up. Work could wait. I needed to clear my head, and seeing the others on the beach seemed like a good idea. I grabbed a towel and some sunscreen, putting on a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt.
I could hear their laughter and splashes as I made my way down the stairs. The beach was secluded, the sand golden and the water crystal clear. As I approached, I saw Thomas diving into the water, his body slicing through the surface like a knife. His muscles were taut, his form lean and athletic. I watched, admiring his strength and grace. He surfaced moments later, his dark hair slicked back, water dripping from his chiseled jaw. Kelly was sitting on a towel nearby, her eyes on him, a smile playing on her lips.
"C'mon Nicholas," Thomas said, turning to look at his brother-in-law. "Don't be a pussy. The water's warm."
Nicholas laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You're crazy, you know that?"
I walked closer, feeling a pang of jealousy as I watched them splash and laugh. Their bond was undeniable, their enjoyment infectious. I sat down on a towel, spreading sunscreen on my arms. As I looked up, I caught sight of Nicholas, wearing Thomas swim trunks, standing at the water's edge. His pale, lithe body stood out against the backdrop of Thomas tanned, muscular frame. I found myself admiring the curve of Nicholas shoulders, the way his hips tapered down to his thighs. He was lean, almost delicate, a stark contrast to Thomas more toned physique. But there was something about his vulnerability that drew my eyes back to him.
Thomas, seeing an opportunity, playfully lunged at Nicholas, trying to pull him into the water. Nicholas let out a squeal, trying to dodge Thomas grasp, but Thomas was relentless, his strong arms wrapping around Nicholas waist. They tumbled into the water, Nicholas laughter echoing through the air. Thomas surfaced a moment later, his dark hair slicked back. He held Nicholas above the water, his hands firmly gripping Nicholas waist. Nicholas squirmed, laughing, trying to break free, but Thomas held him firmly in place. Their bodies were pressed together, the water lapping at their chests, their laughter filling the air. Kelly watched them, her smile broadening.
"You two are ridiculous," she called out, shaking her head.
Thomas grinned, his arms still firmly around Nicholas.
"Come join us, Kel. The water's great."
Nicholas looked at her, his cheeks flushed, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead.
"Yeah, come on, Kelly. Don't be a spoilsport."
Kelly rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile played on her lips. She stood up, walking towards the water's edge.
"Alright, alright. Don't let him drown,"
Kelly said, laughing as she kicked off her sandals and stepped into the water. She waded in slowly, her eyes never leaving Thomas and Nicholas. Thomas grinned, tightening his grip on Nicholas.
"No promises."
Nicholas squirmed again, trying to break free.
"Come on, Thomas. You're stronger than me. Let me go."
I watched the scene unfold from my towel, my eyes fixed on Nicholas struggle against Thomas playful grip. After a moment's resistance, Thomas reluctantly let go, his hands sliding away from Nicholas waist. Nicholas surfaced, his breath coming in short gasps as he righted himself in the water. He paddled away from Thomas, his eyes flashing with a mix of relief and exhilaration. Thomas, meanwhile, swam towards Kelly, his powerful strokes eating up the distance between them.
"Hey, you," he said, his voice playful as he reached her."Did you miss me?"
Kelly laughed, her hand reaching up to splash water in his face.
"In your dreams, Thomas."
I looked away, my gaze returning to Nicholas. Why couldn't I just let it go? The scene in the water had made me hard, something I probably shouldn't admit, even to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I lay down on the towel and closed my eyes. Before Nicholas, my encounters with younger men had been discrete. I had been in control, always, dictating the terms, ensuring anonymity. With Nicholas, it had been different from the start. The seduction had not been planned in advance. It had been raw, urgent, and completely out of character for me. I had been reckless, and I had enjoyed it.
The sun was high now, the beach quiet except for the distant hum of a boat on the water. Thomas and Kelly were in the water, their voices a low rumble, occasionally punctuated by laughter. Nicholas, meanwhile, had retreated to the shore, his towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes on the sea. My eyes flicked over his body, appreciating the curve of his spine, the way his shoulders tapered down to his hips. He was still shivering slightly, the sun having dried the moisture from his hair but not the chill from his skin. His hands were tucked into his armpits, his elbows jutting out awkwardly. He looked lost, small even, in the vast expanse of the beach and the sea. I watched him from beneath my sunglasses. The beach was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of a boat on the water. I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow.
Danielle strolled down the stairs, her laughter echoing in the salty air. "Did I miss anything?" she asked, her eyes scanning the beach.
Nicholas turned at the sound of her voice, his fingers fidgeting with the towel around his waist. Thomas and Kelly surfaced, their bodies glistening with water.
"Mom!" Thomas called out, his grin broadening. "We were just about to attack Nicholas again."
Danielle laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Attack, huh? Sounds like fun. But I'm afraid I need you, Colin," she said, turning her gaze towards me. "We're running low on wine, and I'd like you to pick up a few bottles for tonight."
Danielle's request was as unexpected as it was unwelcome. I had been enjoying the sun, the sea breeze, and the sight of Nicholas lithe body. The thought of leaving the beach was not appealing, but I couldn't refuse Danielle outright. I sighed, sitting up on the towel.
"Of course, Danielle. I'll be happy to."
I cast a glance at Nicholas, who was now sitting on the sand, his knees drawn up to his chest. I stood up, brushing the sand off my legs. Nicholas looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine.
"I'll go with you," he said, surprising me. "I need to pick up some things from the store, too."
Thomas laughed, splashing water at him.
"You're always forgetting something, little bro."
Nicholas shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Guess I am."
I looked at him, his slim shoulders hunched over his knees.
"Alright then," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice. "Let's go. I'll drive."
He nodded, standing up and brushing the sand off his legs. He picked up his towel, and slung it over his shoulder.
"Wait here," I said to Danielle, gesturing to the towels on the beach. "We won't be long."
She waved me off, tucking her book under her arm.
"Take your time. We don't need to rush," Danielle called out, her attention already diverted to her book.
I nodded, watching as Thomas and Kelly splashed around in the water, their laughter echoing through the air. Nicholas followed me up the stairs, his bare feet padding softly on the stone steps. I walked into the villa, the cool tiles beneath my feet a welcome relief from the hot sand.
"You wanna change first?" I asked. Nicholas nodded, looking around the vast entrance hall. "I'll meet you in the car."
He disappeared into his guest room, and I walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I twisted off the cap and took a long swallow, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat. I leaned against the counter, my gaze wandering to the beam of sunlight streaming in through the window. It illuminated the dust motes floating in the air, casting a warm glow on the marble floor.
I walked to the car, the keys already in my hand. I walked to the car. When Nicholas arrived, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I opened the passenger door for him, waiting as he hopped in. I started the engine and letting the air conditioning cool down the interior. Nicholas reached for the seat belt, his fingers brushing against mine. I caught his scent, a mix of salt and sunscreen, fresh and enticing. As I pulled out of the driveway, I felt a sense of unease, a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was a bad idea, I told myself. A very bad idea. But it was too late to turn back now.
We drove in silence for a while, the hum of the engine filling the car. I could see Nicholas bare legs moving slightly, his fingers tapping the seat nervously. I turned on the radio, a soft melody filling the car, breaking the tension.
"So, how's it been?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. "At home, I mean."
Nicholas looked at me, his blue eyes meeting mine for a moment before looking out the window.
"Lonely, I guess . Mom and Dad... they're not really there, you know?" he said softly.
I nodded, understanding his sentiment. His parents, Angela and Robert, had always been more focused on their work and social life than their children.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, keeping my voice steady. "You deserve better."
He shrugged, his eyes still on the passing scenery.
"It is what it is. I need to move out, eventually," Nicholas said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Find my own place. Start over."
I glanced at him, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed out the window. The car hummed along the winding coastal road, the Mediterranean sparkling under the sun. Nicholas fingers tapped nervously on the window frame, his eyes scanning the passing scenery. I turned off the main road, the tires crunching on the gravel as we pulled into the parking lot of a small market. I put the car in park and turned to Nicholas.
"This shouldn't take long," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
He nodded, his eyes darting around the market as we got out of the car. We made our way inside, the cool air a relief from the heat outside. Nicholas trailed behind me, his hands in his pockets, his eyes taking in the shelves of wine lining the walls. I headed to the section Danielle had specified, running my fingers along the labels as I searched. I was acutely aware of his presence, his footsteps close behind me.
I picked up a bottle of Chablis, then another of Sancerre, and turned to see Nicholas standing a few feet away, his back to me. He was looking at a display of pastries, his forehead creased in thought. His blond hair was slightly damp from the sea, curling at the nape of his neck. I watched him, my eyes tracing the line of his shoulders, the narrowness of his waist, the curve of his ass in his shorts.
"What was it you wanted from the store?" I asked.
"Oh, I just needed to get out of the house," he replied, his voice soft. He turned to face me, his blue eyes meeting mine. "You know, clear my head a bit."
We walked towards the checkout, the bottles clinking in the bag. As I paid for the wine, Nicholas wandered off to the magazine section. I watched him, his slight frame disappearing behind the shelves. He reemerged a moment later, a fashion magazine in his hand.
"Can we buy this?"
Nicholas asked, holding up the magazine, his eyes hopeful. I glanced at the cover, the bold letters of Vogue, the sultry model dressed in luxury designer wear. It reminded me of Nicholas passion for fashion, the career he had given up to work in a clothing store.
"Sure," I said, taking the magazine from him.
"Let's add it to the purchase."
"Thanks, Colin. This one's got some great pieces in it."
The parking lot was now deserted
, the market closed for the day. I reached for my keys, my fingers brushing against Nicholas as I unlocked the car. He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Thanks, Colin," he said, his voice soft.
I nodded, opening the trunk to stow the bags with the wine and the magazine. As I closed the trunk, I felt Nicholas hand on my arm. I turned to look at him, his face inches away from mine.
"Colin," he said. "I've been thinking..."
He hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. His fingers flexed on my arm, his grip tightening, making me acutely aware of the contact between us.
"I've been thinking about what happened," he said, "at the wedding. I can't stop thinking about it."
"Nicholas," I began, my voice hoarse. "Let's just get into the car." I said, my voice low.
I didn't want to do this here. There were too many people, too many eyes I didn't trust. Nicholas nodded, his eyes wide. He followed me to the car, his steps hurried, his fingers clutching the magazine he'd bought. He climbed into the passenger seat.
"But I want to talk about it ," he said. "I want to talk about us."
"Not now," I said, my voice firm. "Not here."
The engine purred to life under my foot. I pulled out of the parking lot, merging onto the main road. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was fidgeting with the magazine in his lap, his fingers trailing over the glossy cover. My cock was already hard, straining against my shorts. Nicholas hand, almost of its own accord, reached out and brushed against my crotch. I tensed, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. Nicholas swallowed as he felt the hardness beneath his touch.
"Nicholas," I managed to say, my voice low and gruff. "What are you doing?"
He bit his lip, his fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the fabric of my shorts.
"I can't stop thinking about it, Colin," he whispered. "That's why I agreed to come here."
His hand, which had been tracing the outline of my cock, now reached for the button of my fly. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Nicholas, wait. We can't..."
I tried to reason with him. But my body betrayed me, my cock was throbbing against his touch.
"Please, Colin. I want this. I want you."
Nicholas voice was a low whisper, almost a plea, as he brushed his lips against the shell of my ear. I could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my neck, his fingers still toying with the button of my fly. The car was silent except for the distant hum of the engine and the faint crackle of the radio.
"Nicholas," I begged, my voice a ragged whisper.
But he had now somehow managed to unzip my shorts and his hand started to slide inside, gripping my cock tightly. I groaned, my head falling back against the headrest, trying to keep my eyes on the road. His hand was warm and firm, his grip strong as he began to stroke me.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, my cock pulsing in his hand.
I turned off the main road, merging onto a narrow, winding path that led to a small, secluded parking lot overlooking the ocean. I pulled into a spot, the car's tires crunching on the gravel as I cut the engine. The silence was sudden, the air inside the car thick. Nicholas hand was still on my cock, his grip firm and sure. I looked at him, his eyes wide and excited, his lips parted slightly. He was breathless, his chest heaving. The radio continued to play softly in the background.
"Nicholas," I said again. "We can't do this here."
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Please stop. Danielle..." I started, my voice a hoarse whisper, but Nicholas cut me off.
"She won't know. She never does," he said.
I could feel myself losing control. I looked out the window, my eyes scanning the empty parking lot. It was deserted, the coast road hidden behind the towering cliffs.
"Fuck," I growled.
Nicholas hand left my cock and started to tug at the waistband of my shorts. He shifted in his seat, his other hand reaching up to push down the fabric.
"Nicholas, wait," I said, a hint of desperation in my voice.
"No one will know. I need you. I need to taste you, Colin. Please..."
I tried to resist, my hand covering his, but he was insistent. His fingers kept tugging, his mouth licking on my neck. I groaned, a low, guttural sound, as my shorts finally gave way, revealing my hard cock, straining for release. I lifted my hips slightly, helping Nicholas shove my shorts and boxers down to my thighs. His hand touched my cock gently, following the veins up to the tip, and back down again. His touch was tentative at first, but soon his confidence grew. He licked his lips, his eyes locked onto mine.
"You're so big, Colin. I had forgotten. "
His hand glided up and down my shaft, precum leaking from the tip, coating his fingers. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly.
"Fuck, Nicholas. That feels good," I whispered.
He leaned in slowly. I could feel his breath, the promise of his mouth, making me even harder. It felt like it happened in slow-motion, Nicholas head dipping down, his tongue darting out to lick the clear drop of precum from the tip of my cock. The sensation was intense, electric, and I moaned loudly.
"God, we shouldn't," I said, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Nicholas took his time, exploring every inch of me with his tongue and lips. He licked and sucked and nipped, driving me insane. He worked me good with his mouth, and it was all I could do to keep from coming too soon. I looked down at him, his blond hair falling into his eyes, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen. He was a sight to behold, his lithe body bent over my cock, his eyes locked onto mine. He looked so young, so eager, so fucking hot. I could see the want, the need, the desperation in his eyes. It was intoxicating, and I knew I was in deep trouble.
"Nicholas," I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. "You need to stop before I come."
He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face, and shook his head.
"No," he mouthed around my cock, sending shivers down my spine.
He took me even deeper, his head bobbing up and down, his hand gripping the base of my cock, tight and sure. He started to play with my hairy balls, rolling them gently in his palm, his fingernails lightly grazing the sensitive skin. I groaned, my hips moving in time with his rhythm, my cock thrusting in and out of his hot, wet mouth.
"You're so good at this," I grunted.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tightly against my body. I needed him to stop, but god, he felt so fucking good. I tried to pull away, but he followed, his lips and tongue working me over, his hand stroking in sync with his mouth.
"You're gonna make me come," I warned.
But he didn't stop. He took me deeper, his nose brushing against my pubes, his fingers still toying with my balls.
"Nicholas," I begged. "You need to stop."
But he didn't. I didn't want him to stop, not really. I wanted him to keep going, wanted him to take me over the edge. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine, my breath coming in short gasps. My cock was so hard, so fucking hard. I could feel every vein, every pulse. I was so close. Too close.
I grabbed Nicholas hair firmly, pushing his head down harder, forcing him to take me deeper. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering, but he didn't stop, didn't pull away. He looked up at me, his blue eyes meeting mine, and I could see the challenge in his gaze. He wanted this, wanted me. I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, fucking his mouth, his throat. I needed to come. I needed to come now. I pulled his hair harder, forcing him to take me deeper, to swallow me whole. He gagged even more, tears streaming from his eyes, his mouth full of my cock. His nose was pressed against my pelvis, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked me off. I looked down at him, his mouth full, his eyes tearing up, and it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I growled, my hips thrusting upwards, fucking his face. "You're such a goddamn good little cocksucker."
He made a muffled noise, his eyes meeting mine, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening, my cock throbbing in his mouth. The parking lot was deserted, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the empty spaces. The scent of salt and sex filled the car, mingling with the warm sea air. The car was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the wet slurping noises of Nicholas mouth on my cock, the creaking of the leather as I gripped the seats, my body tensing.
And then, I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, Nicholas, I'm coming," I groaned, my hips thrusting upwards, my cock pulsing in his mouth, my body shuddering as I came with a force that left me breathless. I could feel the hot, thick ropes of cum shooting into Nicholas throat, coating his tongue, filling his mouth and dripping down his chin. He swallowed, his throat working, his nose pressed against my pelvis. His blue eyes were watering, his cheeks hollow from the suction, but he didn't stop. He kept sucking, kept swallowing every last drop of my cum, his mouth never leaving my cock until I had softened completely.
I slumped back against the seat, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked down at Nicholas, his face flushed, his lips swollen, and his chin dripping with my cum. He let go of my cock, his hand rubbing his jaw as he swallowed the last of my release.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, his face flushed, his lips swollen and glistening with my cum. He looked up at me, his blue eyes meeting mine, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fuck, Nicholas," I breathed, my voice hoarse. "You've become a goddamn pro at that."
He laughed, a low, husky sound, and licked his lips, his tongue capturing a remnant of my cum. The sight was fucking obscene, and I couldn't look away. I leaned down, my hand reaching out to cup his face, my thumb brushing away the string of cum that clung to his chin. My lips met his, tasting my own release on his tongue, the saltiness of it making my cock twitch. Nicholas moaned, his lips parting wider, allowing me to deepen the kiss, to explore his mouth, to taste more of me. But as much as I wanted to stay there, lost in the heat of the moment, I knew we couldn't. We had to get back.
"Fuck," I said, breaking the kiss, my voice ragged. "We have to go. They will be wondering where we are."
Nicholas nodded, his eyes glassy and unfocused. I reached for the tissues I kept in the glove compartment, handing them to him. He wiped his mouth and chin, his cheeks still flushed. I glanced in the rearview mirror. I couldn't believe we had just done that, here, in the car.
"We should go," I said.
Nicholas nodded, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. I started the engine, my hands shaking slightly as I shifted the car into gear. I pulled out of the parking lot, the tires crunching on the gravel as we merged back onto the main road. The drive back to the villa was silent, the only sound the hum of the engine and the distant crash of waves against the shore. I could feel Nicholas eyes on me, but I kept my gaze fixed on the road ahead. I could feel a thin layer of sweat coating my skin, my clothes clinging to my body. What the fuck had we just done? Somehow my defenses had crumbled, and I didn't know if I could build up them again.